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re_alignment_logs2012-12-07 06:20 pm
heroicpose) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-12-07 06:20 pm
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WHO: IDW!Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Drift
WHERE: Junk pile, then... out in the outskirts
WHEN After this
WHAT: Rodimus trying to escape his fate and ultimately going crazy anyway
WARNINGS: Character death (by fire), burning robots, trauma, angst
This couldn't be it. It couldn't.
Rodimus has always been ready to die, in one way or another, but he never actually thought he would. He came out of everything feeling more invincible than before. He had faced Megatron, merged with the Matrix, battled the D-Void, been part of the fight in Vector Sigma's chamber. Throwing himself into dangerous, probably fatal situations had become little more than a small thrill for him.
This... was different.
This was his body. He felt out of control of himself. Even as he waited in the junkyard, bits of scrap metal scratching at his feet, he could feel the whispers in his head. He couldn't make out what was being said but-- it made his body burn. He couldn't concentrate. He was angry and aggitated over his lack of focus.
He sinks down to his knees, shifting into a sitting position as he waits, placing his head in his hands as he waited, gritting his teeth at the throbbing in his head.
WHERE: Junk pile, then... out in the outskirts
WHEN After this
WHAT: Rodimus trying to escape his fate and ultimately going crazy anyway
WARNINGS: Character death (by fire), burning robots, trauma, angst
This couldn't be it. It couldn't.
Rodimus has always been ready to die, in one way or another, but he never actually thought he would. He came out of everything feeling more invincible than before. He had faced Megatron, merged with the Matrix, battled the D-Void, been part of the fight in Vector Sigma's chamber. Throwing himself into dangerous, probably fatal situations had become little more than a small thrill for him.
This... was different.
This was his body. He felt out of control of himself. Even as he waited in the junkyard, bits of scrap metal scratching at his feet, he could feel the whispers in his head. He couldn't make out what was being said but-- it made his body burn. He couldn't concentrate. He was angry and aggitated over his lack of focus.
He sinks down to his knees, shifting into a sitting position as he waits, placing his head in his hands as he waited, gritting his teeth at the throbbing in his head.