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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But running is what he does best. And the door wass right there! Cliffjumper was right, though, so Blurr just nodded. Better be careful, they could activate more traps by accident if they rushed things.

He walked close to Cliff, senses alert and chainsaw ready in case something attacked them. Once out, Blurr stared at the rows of close doors warily.

"We are back to square one. I don't^{really feel like getting}into any other room." But the main door was still locked, wasn't it? The racer glared at it. "I guess bombs are still an option."

"Well, we've got an open door into another room, and we could just stay up against the wall right by the door so we could get out quickly, so... yeah. Could try that." Cliffjumper was already moving towards the still-closed outer doors, pulling out the single bomb he'd taken with them and put it in a corner of the door, carefully arming it.

Standing up, Cliffjumper eyed the door, the bomb and the room around them. This place wa sprobably fragging sturdily built, but he still hoped the bunker wouldn't fall down on their heads.

"Okay, ready? I'll detonate it when we're in there." Giving a nod to the still open pendulum-blade room behind them, Cliffjumper hoped the explosion wouldn't shake the blades loose and drop those on their heads either.

But that wasn't enough to stop him, because really, he didn't particularly feel like trying another room either.

"As ready as I can be while in this sort of messed up situation." Blurr stood close to Cliffjumper as they entered the room again.

He keep his optics up, glaring at the blades and ready to drag Cliff away if one of those fell down due to the explosion. He was almost sure that he would be faster than the blades if it get to that. Almost.

"Well, if nothing else, doors and rooms seems to stay where they are and not change around on us. Okay, audios off." Cliffjumper eyed the doorway and did want to keep his hearing active, but they wouldn't be far enough away from the explosion that'd be a good idea.

So they'd just have to hope if something did start to collapse, they'd see it if not hear it.

The explosion rumbled through the floor and wall they were up against, but it was obvious the bunker had been built sturdily; none of the pendulum blades so much as vibrated, though the shrapnel Blurr and Cliffjumper had created from their glass gas spree got spread around from the pressure wave.

After a few moments, Cliffjumper onlined his audio receptors again and peeked out the doorway.

"... Nope. While the wall in the corner got some cracks, that ain't deep or spread enough..." Swearing as he walked back into the main room again, Cliffjumper turned to look at Blurr.

"Think we're gonna have to choose another room to try. Must be some other way of openin' that door."

"Audios...? Oh, Ah!right." Guess who wasn't all that use to explosions and the like? This guy. His work was more about discretion and hacking back in his universe, not bombs.

Blurr held his chainsaw arm up, covering Cliffjumper's head and his own just in case. When everything stopped shaking, Blurr looked at the door. He was expecting to be looking at a giant hole instead. If disappointment had a face, it would look like Blurr's. He even stared back at Cliffjumper and did nothing much but linefais for a few long seconds.

Cliffjumper just stared blankly back for a few moments himsemlf and then just slowly shrugged. It sucked, yeah. All these doors were like playing Russian Roulette though he was pretty sure they were all bullets, so to speak.

"Unless you've got a better idea," said Cliffjumper with a grimace as he frowned at the rows of doors scattered all over the place. He tightened his hands---

Oh right.

"Should probably wait with checking what's in this, if anythin'... want to keep it?" Cliffjumper held the dataslug up between them, eyeing it and then offered it to Blurr.

Bullets that will most likely end killing them. He moved close to another door and studied it as if it was going to bite him.

"Choose the door this time. See what happened the last time I did it." Blurr replied with a grimace of his own and then shock his head.

"Your armor is thicker than mine, it would be better if you keep it. It's not a key, isn't it?"

"Don't look like it." Cliffjumper shook his helm as he looked the dataslug over more closely, walking back to peer up at the control panel. There was no connection port or a jack that could correspond with the dataslug, unfortunately.

Coming back to Blurr's side as he tucked away the dataslug in his subspace, Cliffjumper grinned dryly and reached out, squeezing Blurr's shoulder as he passed.

"And what, ya think I'm gonna have better luck?" This time, Cliffjumper led them up a few stairs and ended up in front of a door they had to walk over a walkway attached by the wall to get to.

No reason, any door was as good as the next, wasn't it?

"Okay, here goes."

This door opened immediately when they got close enough, hadily enough.

Blurr frowned even more and then wondered what was so important that needed to be kept in a room like the one they just escaped. "We will have to study it later."

'If there is ever a later', Blurr thought to himself. "I'm sure you have more luck than me, everyone does. Let's hope this one is not filled with blades."

While still remaining within the inside of the doorframe, Blurr looked inside. It wasn't filled with blades but it was filled with a clear liquid that resembled water, like a giant pool. There was a door on the other side of the room.

"Sounds good, and ya know, not sure I do." Cliffjumper grinned and then eyed the pool, optics narrowing. "Considerin' I'm the guy who got themselves lost in a negative polarity universe... And I wonder if this is gonna be like a liquid version of quicksand, or if the issue's just that we gotta swim. Or walk on the bottom of this thing..."

Of course, if it was deep enough that they'd have issue climbing out of it, that could get troublesome.

"So, if this is a trap, what sorta trap would it want to be?" Cliffjumper's grin was dry as he glanced at Blurr, and then into the room and across it, to the door beyond."

"Then we are doomed." He gave Cliff a pat on the back, trying to ease the tension. "I don't know about you but I can't really swim. Even I weight too much." And Blurr didn't really feel like getting stuck forever at the bottom of a pool.

"Not a deathly one? For all we now that could be some sort of acid. We CAN always try a different room."

Cliffjumper's grin widened a little at Blurr's proclamation of their doom, before he grimaced.

"Me either, though if it ain't too deep we could get out anyway--- Uh, yeah." He hadn't even thought about the acid. "Moment." So said, Cliffjumper pulled out a piece of wire that would otehrwise be used in bomb-creating, and tossed it in.

It took a while, but after a klik, it was obvious it was starting to get... thinner.

"Great. Doubt we'd notice anythin' at first 'cause our armour's thicker, but if the pool's too deep that we wouldn't be able to get out after gettin' in..." Trailing off, Cliffjumper shook his helm and backed away from the door. he didn't feel like trying to jump in and walk across just to realise they were stuck at the bottom and having acid slowly eat away at them.

"If my jetpack was still whole..." He scowled at the room and wandered a few doors down, opening it to a... completely empty room.

"Well. That ain't suspicious at all, but..."

An empty room didn't make it easy to tell what the slag the trap that undoubtedly was there was for sort.

Too many years involved in too many missions with Decepticons. He knows that if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. His hopes sank like the piece of wire did in the pool.

"Y.o-u-r armor is thick. I barley have any." Blurr grimaced. He really didn't want to think about what that liquid could have done to his chassis.

"You don't think we could fix it, right?" It was too much to hope for, but the thoguth was there. Blurr scoffed at Cliffjumper's words. "Not at all. UHm....maybe fire, this time? "

"Thick or not, I'd have ended up as dead as you," commented Cliffjumper as he gave the empty room another sweep with narrow optics. "And nah. It got bisected pretty neatly... Would need more replacement parts and tools that I don't have."

With a grunt, Cliffjumper carefully planted a foot beyond the doorway... nothing happened.

"Well, whatever it is, we're obviously gonna have to get in to actually find out." With a grimace and a reluctant slide of his frame into the room, Cliffjumper gave Blurr an arched look. This was stupid, but it would hopefully be more manageable, whatever it was, than the room with the acid pool would have been.

"Too ba..wait!" Blurr put a hand on Cliffjumper's shoulder to stop him from walking further into the room.

"We should make sure the door doesn't close behind us once we are inside. I don't have anything on me that we could use to block the door. What about if we use the broken jetpack?"!

"Huh--?" Turning around, Cliffjumper stared back at Blurr and then slowly, reluctantly, nodded. "I... s'pose that makes sense. And I ain't got anythin' else we could use either." He did have a replacement, as horribly coloured as it was, but still, the idea of probably sacrificing what was left of it was... unpalatable.

With a grimace, Cliffjumper pulled the nearly bisected jetpack out of subspace, putting it in the doorway.

"Well, hopefully that'll work. Or maybe this room won't be as bad." Cliffjumper's dry expression and tone said easily that he didn't believe that.

Blurr had a bad history with doors closing behind and over him, he wanted to avoid that if he could help it. "I'm sorry, I wouldn't ask you if this weren't really necessary."

Blurr could tell, and he had the same feeling. He glanced over his shoulder one more time before following Cliffjumper inside the room, his chainsaw ready again. They managed to cross the whole room without incidents, oddly enough, and when they reached the other side and opened the door...

...they found another empty room.

"You gotta me kidding me."

"Yeah, I know," said Cliffjumper, waving off Blurr's apology with an easy shrug. he did understand why, and it was logical and probably (definitely) a good idea, it was just somewhat frustrating.

"Well." Peering into the next empty room, Cliffjumper looked around but there didn't, at the least, seem to be any tiles or similar that would disappear under their feet, and at first when they cautiously walked in a bit further 'nothing' still happened.

"If this is the beginnin' of some fraggin' labyrinth, I'm gonna get really slagged off---"

And then the door closed behind them, and there was a low, grinding sound that reverberated through the room and up through their feet and was it just imagination or did the walls twitch?

"... Aw, come on. Not that."

"If this were a labyrinth I could figure the way out but the problem is that most of the doors are closed." The sound made Blurr froze, literally, on his tracks. "No no no no no..." From all the things, please not this. He had enough moving walls for a lifetime.

"C---Cliff..." Blurr couldn't quite scape the panicked tone that his voice carried.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know." Cliffjumper's gaze flickered around, and he'd tensed up, and for some reason dread that seemed more than just the possible imminent reality of being crushed crawled along his circuits.

More like déjà vu, which didn't make sense.

He'd never been in this situation before, had he?

Shaking his helm and forcing extra fuel to actuators and cables in his limbs so he could move, Cliffjumper whirled around and grabbed Blurr.

"Look for a release button, or something. The trap would be useless if it couldn't be reset!" And that felt like he'd said it before as well, but the thought was lost in the inevitable grinding progression of the walls, which were indeed moving.

It wasn't a déjà vu for Blurr, it was a crystal clear memory that he had no wish to experience again.

"ThelasttimeIwasinthissortofsituationtherewasNOreleasebuttonthatwasthepointofhavingmovingwalls." Even as he spoke Blurr was looking everywhere frantically to see if there was some sort of way to open the door.

If there was one it had to be in a place where the door didn't crush it, like flat on the floor or the ceiling.-

Grimacing, because he didn't hear any of that - Blurr talked fast normally unless he made a real effort, and panicked? Well, understandably he was a bit too upset to do much about his speaking speed.

Running up to lean against one wall, even if that would do nothing at least he was doing something while looking around, gaze flickering around the center of the room, since if there was any catch-release, it ought to be where the walls would meet---

"Blurr! Up near the ceiling!" shouted Cliffjumper and pointed, frowning. Like this, despite the way the room was rapidly decreasing in size, neither of them would be able to reach it, but...

"You can run on vertical surfaces, right? If ya wait until the wall's close to the button..." Which meant the room would be only barely large enough for them to not start to get crushed, but that was probably as good as it was going to get, even if the thought had energon thundering through his systems and his engine revving.

This sucked.

He would apologize later. If there was ever a later. Blurr hoped that Cliff wouldn't hold that against him, he wished he could stop feeling panicked and focus but the flashbacks weren't helping him.

But his crazy speech patter would have to be an issue for another day. Today's problem was advancing towards them and advancing fast.

"T-that's risking it too much. WhatwhatwhatIFwethrowsomethingatit?" How heavy could Cliff be, anyway? Blur stared at him with wide optics.

This time, at least, since he was paying a little more attention, Cliffjumper caught the jumble of words and was able to make sense of them... even if it still took a few moments because he was distracted by the fragging moving walls.

"What if we... what?! With fraggin' what!" Throwing his arms out to encompass the empty room, Cliffjumper was rather sure he didn't carry anything that was precise and heavy enough to be able to hit the button.

And he completely missed the meaning of Blurr's panicked stare, since, well. Blurr was understandably panicked and Cliffjumper wasn't perfectly calm either.

And the space they had available was shrinking.

Sorry Cliffjumper, Blurr was too stressed and cared to waste time explaining himself properly. He promised himself that he would apologize later, if they get away alive.

Glancing briefly at the approaching walls he took his decision and moved in front of Cliffjumper, grabbed him by his waist, aimed, and sent him flying.

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