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re_alignment_logs2012-12-08 02:03 pm
thehardway) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-12-08 02:03 pm
the world outside is dark. [NARRATIVE/OPEN?]
WHO: Ultra Magnus. Open if anyone wants to visit him for some reason.
WHERE: His office at the enforcer's HQ.
WHEN Sometime after the Glyphless are all dealt with.
WHAT: There's a lot on Ultra Magnus's mind, but the Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord never rests. There's always a task to see to.
WARNINGS: Various mentions of character death in various ways.
There's still a tired ache in his joints.
Everything with Ultra Magus concerning things like attention to emotions, how to phrase certain things, how to consider a perspective and maintain a sense of being professional no matter how he might actually want a certain matter -- it boils down to the aspect that he needs to behave a certain way because that is what is needed of him. Ultra Magnus must remain a reliable constant.
That doesn't change what he is internally. Not as he silently handed off Drift's body to Wing. Not as he carefully cradled Tailgate's corpse in one arm despite how energon dribbled down to his wrist because of the shot in the head. Finding Swerve, tending to him, trying to not think of how Tailgate sobbed and apologized. Optimus asking him to keep watch over Smokescreen. Collecting Hot Rod's body from Solus Prime.
Or when he finally stood in Alpha Trion's quadrant, looking at Blurr's hard work, and began to arrange graves.
Alone, he allows himself a long time to just. Hold Rodimus in his arms for one last time. He'd tried to repair some of the external damage, because he couldn't bear to see what he had to do. It doesn't change the fact that the colors are faded now. He knows what he had with Rodimus wasn't meant to be very deep, but it didn't change how fond he was of the young, impulsive, potential-filled captain. For Rodimus, it was purely a good physical interaction. For Ultra Magnus, it got more complicated, despite his own attempts to stifle those thoughts and feelings.
In his silence, he calmly places Rodimus away with the others.
He should, logically, see to his own repairs eventually. He knows that. He doesn't tend to put that sort of thing off until the last minute, but this is different and complicated and he can excuse it. Repairs? No, he'll point the medics in other directions. There are others injured besides him, after all.
No, he wants to feel this for a little longer.
It's silent now that they're dead. Magnus slowly limps his way into the headquarters so carefully crafted by McCrane and his friends, finding himself in his office. A familiar, clean comfort zone where nothing changes.
So he sits, pulls up a datapad, and considers.
Right. He should maybe write a report. That would be suitable. Professional.
The enforcer gets to work, as always.
There is one constant that should never change. Ultra Magnus will be that constant.
WHERE: His office at the enforcer's HQ.
WHEN Sometime after the Glyphless are all dealt with.
WHAT: There's a lot on Ultra Magnus's mind, but the Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord never rests. There's always a task to see to.
WARNINGS: Various mentions of character death in various ways.
There's still a tired ache in his joints.
Everything with Ultra Magus concerning things like attention to emotions, how to phrase certain things, how to consider a perspective and maintain a sense of being professional no matter how he might actually want a certain matter -- it boils down to the aspect that he needs to behave a certain way because that is what is needed of him. Ultra Magnus must remain a reliable constant.
That doesn't change what he is internally. Not as he silently handed off Drift's body to Wing. Not as he carefully cradled Tailgate's corpse in one arm despite how energon dribbled down to his wrist because of the shot in the head. Finding Swerve, tending to him, trying to not think of how Tailgate sobbed and apologized. Optimus asking him to keep watch over Smokescreen. Collecting Hot Rod's body from Solus Prime.
Or when he finally stood in Alpha Trion's quadrant, looking at Blurr's hard work, and began to arrange graves.
Alone, he allows himself a long time to just. Hold Rodimus in his arms for one last time. He'd tried to repair some of the external damage, because he couldn't bear to see what he had to do. It doesn't change the fact that the colors are faded now. He knows what he had with Rodimus wasn't meant to be very deep, but it didn't change how fond he was of the young, impulsive, potential-filled captain. For Rodimus, it was purely a good physical interaction. For Ultra Magnus, it got more complicated, despite his own attempts to stifle those thoughts and feelings.
In his silence, he calmly places Rodimus away with the others.
He should, logically, see to his own repairs eventually. He knows that. He doesn't tend to put that sort of thing off until the last minute, but this is different and complicated and he can excuse it. Repairs? No, he'll point the medics in other directions. There are others injured besides him, after all.
No, he wants to feel this for a little longer.
It's silent now that they're dead. Magnus slowly limps his way into the headquarters so carefully crafted by McCrane and his friends, finding himself in his office. A familiar, clean comfort zone where nothing changes.
So he sits, pulls up a datapad, and considers.
Right. He should maybe write a report. That would be suitable. Professional.
The enforcer gets to work, as always.
There is one constant that should never change. Ultra Magnus will be that constant.
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He isn't so sure.
"Good work," he informs the other enforcer, glancing back to McCrane. "I'll... finish my reports."
And then, he isn't sure. Work, if he could help it, but he can foresee Blurr telling him to take time off.
A berth in the garage. Ultra Magnus's optics brighten slightly at the suggestion.
"So noted. I think it was wise to place that."
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There is not much more for him to say, however, and so he knows he should leave Ultra Magnus to his work.
It is not that simple, though.
"Sometimes it is hard to face others," he says, softer. He had felt that way after his resurrection. It had been weeks before he'd been able to talk to Drill Boy, and even now there are still those he has difficulty talking to. "I thought it might be good to have somewhere to be alone. To...come to terms with the idea that emotions exist, and that they take some getting used to." He is still young. He is still, at times, trying to deny that there are aspects of him that are almost human.
And yet for how much older Ultra Magnus seems, that is one thing they have in common. Maybe it will always be that way for him, as well.
"I will be here for a while, if you need me."
It would not be all night, however. He had not heard from Gunmax, yet, and that worried him.