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re_alignment_logs2012-12-01 12:35 am
knightofdarkness) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-12-01 12:35 am
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louder than the ocean [OPEN]
WHO: Nemesis Prime, & OPEN!
WHERE: around the Haven (wow so specific i am amazing); specifically a path from Solus Prime's quadrant to Liege Maximo's.
WHEN Over the course of the past couple of days.
WHAT: This whole 'Glyphless' thing isn't what it's cracked up to be. Or it just...stinks in general. COME COMMISERATE.
WARNINGS: /shrug?
At this point, it was impossible to transform. Or- well, it wasn't. But being a four-wheeled vehicle was...no longer feasible.
He'd enjoyed it while it lasted, but another form was all but complete, and while familiar...it was hardly welcome. It seemed like an entire lifetime ago that he'd worn this beast mode, and really, that wasn't far off. What with all of the relative years he'd been with the Alternity-
It seemed that the shedding of that (their?) altmode had cut off the last ties to it, though.
And Nemesis Prime did not like that.
He walked without really considering where he was going. Just...for motion. To keep moving, to keep from stopping and succumbing to the creeping darkness he could all but feel in his spark, to say nothing of the tug at it, the twisting, the thoughts familiar and seductive in their simplicity...
Make it stop.
He would fight it as long as he could. This was what he swore to himself...
But time was running out.
WHERE: around the Haven (wow so specific i am amazing); specifically a path from Solus Prime's quadrant to Liege Maximo's.
WHEN Over the course of the past couple of days.
WHAT: This whole 'Glyphless' thing isn't what it's cracked up to be. Or it just...stinks in general. COME COMMISERATE.
WARNINGS: /shrug?
At this point, it was impossible to transform. Or- well, it wasn't. But being a four-wheeled vehicle was...no longer feasible.
He'd enjoyed it while it lasted, but another form was all but complete, and while familiar...it was hardly welcome. It seemed like an entire lifetime ago that he'd worn this beast mode, and really, that wasn't far off. What with all of the relative years he'd been with the Alternity-
It seemed that the shedding of that (their?) altmode had cut off the last ties to it, though.
And Nemesis Prime did not like that.
He walked without really considering where he was going. Just...for motion. To keep moving, to keep from stopping and succumbing to the creeping darkness he could all but feel in his spark, to say nothing of the tug at it, the twisting, the thoughts familiar and seductive in their simplicity...
Make it stop.
He would fight it as long as he could. This was what he swore to himself...
But time was running out.