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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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One generally needed modifications and weapons to do that sort of thing, both of which Rung lacked.
There was a slight, flustered sort of look on Rung's face as Magnus spoke again, the therapist never good at responding to positive comments like this.
"I...of course...I'm just glad to help, Magnus. And you're welcome.."
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"I think that, perhaps for now, I should finish my reports." Or try to.
Work gives him a sense of control, something he feels he desperately wants.
"You're welcome to stay, of course, but it won't be terribly interesting watching me work."
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Worrywart all the way~
"I'm not sure how much you have to do but...I don't have anything to do at the moment."
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Rather, it's been hard to focus and he could possibly stand to use someone to double check its quality. Though no doubt Blurr would understand it if he turned it in the way it is, Ultra Magnus is hardly one to make excuses for himself in any regard.
Even if he has room for it.
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"I'd be happy to help with that," the therapist replied, turning so he was actually facing the desk now instead of looking at Magnus. "Where do you need me to start?"
It didn't matter to him how long it took, just that he could help and at least it was something.
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The enforcer takes a moment to sort out his datapads. For once, he feels terribly unorganized. Frazzled. He's usually more orderly, but this whole event has thrown him off.
Understandably.
"I suppose just proofread the reports I've made. If you'd like. Bear in mind, it includes some mentioning of unfortunate deaths." Morbid matters are not too new to Ultra Magnus, probably not to Rung either, but he wants the other to be aware at least.
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He's patient, letting Magnus sort through things, moving around to the other side of the desk again to take a seat in one of the chairs there. There's an understanding look when the deaths are mentioned, the therapist's expression hardening just a bit in a way that clearly says he's ready for the task at hand.
Time with the Wreckers gives one practice with this sort of thing.
"Understood."