re_alignment_logs | Intrepid explorers!

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Intrepid explorers!

WHO: Blurr and Cliffjumper
WHERE: Out in the wilderness, in a building they've found.
WHEN: Now~
WHAT: ADVENTURE. Exploring! TRAPS. So many traps.
WARNINGS: Nothing, really.

The structure had looked like a heap of boulders or a small hill at first, but when they got closer it was obvious it wasn't. Question was just what a building, especially a somewhat disguised one was doing out here in the middle of the literal nowhere.

Frowning as he landed from having had a look from the top, Cliffjumper shrugged.

"Either it ain't too big, or it might go down underground." It might be bigger inside, otherwise it couldn't hold more than at the most three rooms, maybe. Three kind of small rooms for someone of average size, three average rooms for someone his and Blurr's size.

"... So, what'd we do?" He couldn't help the scowl as he eyed the rather well-disguised entrance. He just didn't trust this situation, the building, whatever might be inside... but he also didn't feel it safe to just leave the building without having checked said inside.

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"...Oh." Blurr stopped, finally noticing the door moving. When he was put down, he murmured a 'thanks' to Cliffjumper and winced at the sound that filled his audials. He stares at the emptiness in front of them but there was nothing that could be seen properly form that distance.

"Do undead Cybertronians show up often near you? Should I be worried?"

"... Uh, nah." At least as far as he knew, and there was something nagging about that, but Cliffjumper shrugged it off. "But on the other hand, on my Cybertron, there were these mutants an' creatures we called demons in the depths of the planet," said Cliffjumper with a grin over his shoulder and a shrug.

That's fun to know, right?

"But, come on. Let's see what's in here. Hopefully it'll be empty." He'd have said more, but something compelled him not to. Maybe it was just all those times of things going to slag.

"Mutants and demons! Of course..." Blurr stared at the entrance for another long moment. He wasn't as worried for the possible monsters or creatures as he was about the possible enclosed space. He always disliked those, even more so after Shockwave happened.

He frowned for a second ans quickly his frown changed into a determined expression. "I can't let you go there all by yourself, can't I? You could blow up something."

"Hey, I don't use bombs for everything!" protested Cliffjumper, but there was a smirk on his lips still. If it wasn't bombs, then it was a gun, and if not that... jumping straight into the situation.

As you do.

Nodding, Cliffjumper gave the doorway and the shadows beyond another suspicious frown, then shrugged and preceded Blurr inside.

No dust, of course, and it seemed the metal of the floor had been protected from the outside to remain free of tarnish, feet not catching on the smooth plates.

"Wonder if this place's got a light." It wasn't really a question, because if there was, there was probably no power to it, so a few steps in, Cliffjumper activated his headlights.

Unfortunately those were, of course, low to the floor since they were on his feet. But it became obvious, at least, as his optics adjusted, that the space beyond the doorway would probably take up nearly half the hill. Which meant the rest was underground, or this wouldn't take long.

"Of course NOT that would be silly _{, Imagine if you used bombs tio woke up people} or as a way to say 'good day'. I'd be memorable but problematic." The fien art of trolling, Blurr learned that eons ago. It was friendly teasing, however, and it keep him distracted from the sinking feeling in his chest.

Following Cliff, he turned on the headlights in his shoulder, giving them more light form another angle. "Someone was trying to compensate so-me-thing, I believe. such big place"

"Well, I wouldn't mind 'memorable but problematic'," snickered Cliffjumper as he looked around, aided by the additional light from Blurr's headlights. At least Blurr had them somewhere a shade more... well, useful. Of course, with Cliffjumper's being on his feet, as long as there was more than one mech around, you'd get a good view of the floor and any problems as well as anything else.

"Yeah. And... a lot more doors than... uh. Why the frag are there so many doors?" And that wasn't just on this level, looking around, with the light from their headlights and the light flooding in behind them through the door, it was clear there were doors further up on the walls as well.

A rather odd arrangement, really.

"I mean, the place can't be that big can it?" Cliffjumper huffed, having his own thoughts about what was being compensated for with all these doors as he took a few more steps inside and turned around on the spot, looking upwards and around the walls.

That got a chuckle out of Blurr. The bot studied the doors around them, trying to find some sort of sign that could be useful to them.

"I don't know. Could this be some sort of sto-re-ho-use?" Blurr narrowed his eyes, all that many doors in one single place, it almost seemed unreal. "It ^{makes me wonder} if we found Swindle's subspace."

Against better judgement, Blurr moved to the closest door and pushed, trying to open it.

"Yeah, may be. Though it's got a strange look for that." Because all these doors everywhere? It just screamed 'I'm really strange', at the least.

"What, he carry more than should be possible---" Cliffjumper hadn't been looking at what Blurr was doing, besides to cast a glance over and wander over to another door himself, but he didn't get the chance to touch before Blurr pushed his door...

And that's when a low, grinding rumble reverberated through the room, and the door out slammed shut.

"Fraggin'---!" Whipping around, Cliffjumper ran back to the door, but it was, he was quite sure, too late for that.

It scream SUSPICIOUS to Blurr. He's an elite Agent, he wanted to know what was going on and what was inside each door. His curiosity often got the best of him, and he ended in trouble. This time, though, it got both of them in trouble. At the sound, he turned and ran to the door but he got there a nanosec too late and almost crashed against the closed wall.

"That...was faster than me." Blurr had the decency to look apologetic before looking slightly panicked. "Thee must be a way to open it again, no door opens from the outside only.

"Unless it's a trap." Not quite able to muffle the groan, Cliffjumper cast a few quick, suspicious glances around, but none of the other doors opened or shifted or anything.

They just had a closed door. Well, many closed doors and he'd say they could try a bomb, but with this enclosed space it wasn't safe.

"Fraggin' great. I suppose we've got other doors to try..." Folding his arms over his chestplates, Cliffjumper glared and then kicked the door, completely missing the panic flickering on Blurr's faceplates.

"..." Blurr didn't say anything, his processor feeling unusually muddled. He was used to possible dangerous situations, used to be ready to go at any second.

Not this time.

He looked around the room with huge optics for several kliks, waiting for the walls to move. All the memories came back and Blurr curled in on himself as he remembered the walls closing in on him, the pain of it. He let go a small, pained sound and hot air was coming out from his vents in shorts bursts.

No way to miss that, however, especially as he got no reply. Turning to Blurr after a few moments, Cliffjumper frowned and crouched down next to him.

"Uh... Blurr?" Carefully laying a hand on the jutting shoulderguard, Cliffjumper didn't ask if he was okay or anything, because clearly he wasn't, but what else to ask he wasn't sure and was left mentally fumbling for it.

Compared to Sideswipe's little 'woe is me, I got your alternate killed simply because he followed me and was where he shouldn't be', this seemed to be a lot more... important.

(Or maybe he'd learned a bit more tact since then, but probably not.)

Blurr had never done well with too tight spaces and the memories of his almost death weren't helping him right now. he felt like a fool, and his processor was telling himself to stop being and idiot and stand up already but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He appreciated Cliff's touch, but he needed a few more minutes to overcome his panic and anxiety. The tight sensation in the chest was increasing and he felt nauseous. Still, he owned Cliff an answer.

"...sorry."

Squeezing the shoulderguard, Cliffjumper shook his helm, still a bit at a loss.

"Hey, it's okay. We're fine, and I'm sure this ain't gonna be a problem even if this is a giant deathtrap," said Cliffjumper, more to have something to say while Blurr obviously gathered himself than thinking that was necessarily the issue.

"How is that supposed to make me feel better!?"

Blurr yelled, finally looking at him. Cliff's words made Blurr think about all the possible ways the building could close on itself and crush them. but on the bright side, it got Blurr's attention.

Cliffjumper winced, holding his hands up, palms out. Yeah, that hadn't been the best, had it? But...

"Well, it's true! But look, right now we're fine, right? Nothin' goin' on at all!" Not even so much as a pebble falling from the ceiling!

He still didn't have even the vaguest what Blurr was upset about, exactly.

That got him looking at the ceiling with a wary look, then at Cliff and then at his wheels. This wasn't Cliffjumper's fault, Blurr shouldn't have yelled at him.

"Sorry...I don't like enclosed spaces." He was usually against what he was going to suggest but extreme situations required extreme measures. "Can you blow up the door?"

Shaking his helm, Cliffjumper eyed the door and folded his arms over his chest. It had been pretty thick he'd seen when they walked inside...

"Dunno. Maybe. Thing is, since we're in here and we ain't got a clue about the integrity of the place... Should probably check some of the doors so we can be sure we've got a safe place to retreat to before I put any bombs anywhere." Unfolding his arms to sweep one out to indicate the doors around them, Cliffjumper sure hoped this place wasn't a death trap, and that some of the doors worked...

And led somewhere safe, because then he could set up a bomb and attempt to blow the door open, simple as.

If that didn't work, then they'd have to come up with something else.

"Frag..." There went Blurr's hopes. He glared at the door, as if to blame it for all their troubles. It was the truth, after all.

"A..alright...we _{could try} that..." It didn't look like they had many options. Blurr stood up, legs feeling like jello. His engine was making a low and grave revving sound, still distressed. "Which one we try first? "

Eyeing Blurr as he stood up, Cliffjumper rubbed the back of his helm and shrugged as he looked around the walls and all the doors.

Doors on floor level, doors in the walls of which only a few had a stair or walkways to, but there might be some sort of freehand elevator in the middle that might explain why not all the doors could be reached by stairs or walkways...

"Well, could try randomising, flip a coin or something. Otherwise... that one?" He just raised his hand and pointed at a door set two levels up which could be reached by stairs and walkways.

"Though maybe we should just get the closest one, since that'd be the easiest if we're gonna check if we can get one open an' then maybe set up a bomb."

Blurr is wondering again why the person who designed this place needed so many doors. He tried to countthem to keep his processor focused on something that was not the fact they could be crushed to death at any moment. When he lost count for the fifth time he gave up on that.

"What if _{we open a door} and something worse happens? We need to be extra careful." He approached the door Cliffjumper chose and studied. "All of them look normal but who knows for sure what could happen."

Well, they'll probably find out soon enough, since they're going to have to check at least one door out and whatever might be behind to see if attempting a bomb on the door out is a good idea.

"Wouldn't surprise me, but then we're ready," Cliffjumper said with a grin and a shrug, trying for some extra levity to attempt to distract Blurr further.

"Okay... ready?" Cliffjumper frowned at the door, shrugged, and went to attempt to open it by the rather old-fashioned and simple lever instead of a keypad lock or energy signature reader.

That last attempt at easing the stress did help him a bit. He gave Cliff a brief smile and got ready in case anything weird happened.

Nothing happened.

Literally.

The door didn't even move.

Blurr stood there in awkward silence for a few moments. "Maybe we both should apply force at the same time? THOSE are some really old door and while they don't look dusty its mechanism might be a bit rusted."

Annoyed, Cliffjumper gave a last grunt and then nodded, shuffling aside to let Blurr have a spot so he could reach the lever as well.

The door was obviously large enough for mechs of average size to get through, but there was, after all, only so much space offered right at the lever.

"Probably, considerin' the way the door sounded when it opened." Though it had been damn quiet when it closed on them, the fragging thing.

Blurr actually had quite the big hands, he tried to get a good grip on the level without disturbing Cliffjumper too much.

"Exactly." Damn doors, Those were nearly as bad as walls, if you wanted Blurr's opinion."on the count of three. 1, 2..3!" The was a loud 'CLANK' when they applied force and this time they were able to push open the door more easily.

The room was dark and it was hard to tell what it was inside. The only light came from one of the walls where there was a small red beacon that flickered from time to time. Blurr's headlights were still activated but somehow their light couldn't illuminate anything inside the room. It was as if the room absorbed light. "That's not normal."

Nope.

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