re_alignment_logs | Intrepid explorers!

Entry tags:

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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."

Frowning into the darkness from the doorway, Cliffjumper held onto the doorframe and leaned in. Even that didn't make him particularly able to see anything more than the literal black nothing that stubbornly refused to be lighted up.

"No, it ain't. Maybe we should try another door..." But that also didn't seem right. They should try to check out the place, not just try to get out. Who knew what was in here after all, in any of these rooms... Cliffjumper shifted backwards, straightening from leaning into the room and fully intending to at least leave that room for now if not close the door.

And then the floor in front of the doorway, the floor they were standing on shifted.

"The frag---" Swearing, Cliffjumper grabbed for the frame again, flailing as he lost footing and stumbled forwards into the room.

A different room seemed like a good idea but it was an irresponsible one. Blurr was not so easily to scare. Unless the walls started moving, that's it.

But instead of the walls it was the floor. It made Blurr just as unhappy. He reached out to grab Cliff but he had lost his balance too and almost fell on top of the red mech.

Actually, scratch the 'almost'.

"...sorry."

Grunting from his suddenly position on the floor, inside the room, the door now - obviously - closed, Cliffjumper shook his helm.

"Ain't heavy enough to flatten me, but if you could get off..." said Cliffjumper, the light tone obvious; he hardly faulted Blurr for falling in after him or on top of him.

"Just gotta figure a way out of here now." In a pitch-black room where their headlights didn't seem to penetrate further than a hand's span away, and a blinky red light on the wall.

Blurr wasn't heavy enough to flatten anything but he still felt back. He gave Cliff a sheepish look, doubting if the other bot could see it, and moved. He offered Cliffjumper's a hand so he could stand up.

"Assuming there are two doors. Or a way out somewhere. I can't see further than my arm." Blurr started to hear a strange sound too, like something shifting and moving. A second later a sharp blade slashed through the air and it was us thanks to Blurr's super speed that the pendulum didn't cut him in half.

"FRAG--!"

"Yeah, this darkness ain't gonna make it any easier to get out---" It's so fun to get off the floor after a tumble and then fall down again.

"Fraggin' sludge-sucking---" Groaning and rubbing his helm as he glanced up, optics overly bright Cliffjumper muttered a few more choice swears. "Primus. Not this scrap again." The bare light unable to really get a good idea of things, but...

Well, it wasn't too hard to now hear the constant swooshing of swinging, bladed pendulums. And Cliffjumper couldn't shake the sense of deja vu he'd suddenly been struck with.

"Wish it was fraggin' brighter in here... But if we're careful, they might not reach us?" And they'd need to figure out on what tracks and distances the things were swinging on.

Fun as hell. The only reason Blurr's not laughing is because he's busy cursing internally. He's crouching on the floor just in case that hign moves closer to them one more time.

"WhatdoyoumeanAGAIN!?" Is this a normal occurrence in your life, Cliff? Blurr is making a mental note to never go with you anywhere else ever again.

"We need to move closer to the walls."

Need a better sense of humour, Blurr! Not that Cliffjumper's laughing either.

Shrugging as he carefully got to his knees and crouched on the floor instead of lying down on it, Cliffjumper didn't really know what to tell Blurr.

"Somethin'... Well, I've been through a lot of crazy slag, okay? But this just seems familiar..." Scowling, Cliffjumper snarled quietly and then was struck by the vague not-memory-memory image of Sideswipe bashing spears swooshing out through walls that shattered like glass when struck.

... Huh.

"Yeah, but we ain't gonna have much luck like this---gah!" Unthinkingly, Cliffjumper had started to get to his feet and thus leaned backwards a bit, one of the large pendulum blades swinging into the path his back was in...

And neatly nearly cleaving his old, red jetpack in two. The wings were all but useless. Shuffling forwards again and swearing, Cliffjumper pulled his glass gas gun out.

"Fraggin' pit. You've got your chainsaw, right?"

That must be it, Blurr can't find the humor when it comes to rooms trying to murder him. Call him picky.

"You can tell me later when nothing is trying to kill us. Careful!" Blurr focused on paying attention to the sound so he could calculate how much time they have between swings.

"YesIDo."

Well, he'd tell you if he could remember, Blurr. It's a bit annoying, really, because he's sure he knows what happened when they went after Grimlock, but at the same time... That, however, is neither here nor there.

"Yeah. Later." With a grunt, Cliffjumper scowled and listened to the faintly vibrating swoosh of sharp metal flying past at speed... "Great. Gonna spray the closest blade or whatever it is on next pass, and then let it swing... uh, twice? and then snap the chainsaw into it, if ya can." Hopefully Blurr would be able to do that and not get hurt, because that could mean they could at least start towards a wall.

When the blade passed by next, Clffjumper just aimed in what he hoped was the right direction and far enough up, and shot a puff of gas out.

Something happened with his memories? That can't be good for cliffjumper.

"I can do that." Probably. He's going to try either way, because it's either trying or get offlined in there. Blurr dodges the blade and moves away from Cliffjumper's gas just in case.

"If my calculations _{are correct the blade} will appear again in 5.17 seconds." Blurr quickly transformed his right arm and then crouched. When the vibrating swoosh started to be heard, he jumped, arm swinging.

Blurr hopes you were covering yourself, Cliff, because that blade just broke into a million pieces.

Indeed it did! Not that he... precisely... remembers that.

Cliffjumper was covering himself, since he was well aware of how his glass gas worked and what would happen when metal affected by it was struck... especially when the metal was moving at speed.

He ended up swearing nontheless, and couldn't quite stop a slight wince as he felt tiny pieces of metal bounce off his armour with pinking noises.

At least he didn't get a piece stuck somewhere like... last time?

"Fraggin' hell. We gotta be careful so we don't get any pieces somewhere sensitive." Cliffjumper got up straight again and held up the gun, ready for another go. "'Cause while it's almost like glass when affected, if one of those peices get into something like a joint at speed and ya move, it's gonna bury in there and shatter."

And he has the strangest feeling he knows exactly what that feels like, but can't pick out the exact event or situation it would've happened in.

Well damn. Those are bad news.

Blurr could only narrow his eyes. He had to make sure he hit the blade but he didn't want any piece of it in his optics.

"I will have to check myself later, there's pieces everywhere. HOWMANYOFTHOSETHINGS do you think are left? I can hear another one but it sounds muted..." Blurr tugged at Cliffjumper's arm. "We should move now that we can."

Cliff your past life sucked.

"Try top brush yourself off, oughta be enough." Hopefully. Getting up to his feet, Cliffjumper scowled, squinting - quite unnecessarily - into the darkness. "Well, I doubt there's just two of 'em, that wouldn't make a very effective death trap..." Coming along with Blurr's tugging, Cliffjumper pointed at the only light visible beyond their immediate circle of headlights.

"Should aim for that thing, I think. Must be there for some reason." Which also made him want to just go back for the door, which he was rather sure they should be able to find even now, because that light was just suspicious. But it could also be the way to turn this trap off.

Hey, it was just one trip into a death-trap labyrinth with the thing that ignites negative polarity frames with embers! Not their fault it didn't want its location to be remembered!

He did just that, being careful with the really little pieces. The brief glow of his weapon didn't light much either, the darkness of the room was still too much for any light source. Except for the red one, yes.

"It's too high for us to reach it unless I help you jump and doing that implies that you get slashes in half by a blade, which I guess that's the reason why they put the light so high up."

...

I am not going to dignify that with a response.

"Yeah, but we can get rid of the blade," said Cliffjumper with a little grin and wiggled his glass gas gun to demonstrate. They could even get rid of the long pole/handle the blade was attached to if they were in risk of being whacked with it.

"As long as we're careful and listen, I should be able to spray all the blades in our way and you can crack 'em." Had they not had the tools they did, this room would have been decidedly lethal... not that it couldn't still be, if they misjudged something, given the darkness.

Wow, rude. They didn't know it was in there and they had to find Grimlock and catch him!

"In time? That's the part that worries me." But it wasn't like they had many options left, this will had to work.

"Alright. The light's pretty high, do you want to use my back as a ladder and then I jump to break it?"

Okay, point. but v are always bad business.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject