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[experimentality]

who: 686 Ebullient Prism and SG!Soundave
what: ~HELPING~
when: Immediately after this thread.
where: Liege Maximo's temple.
warnings: Prism being Prism, so. Robot gore. Consent issues.

Prism hovered just outside of Liege Maximo's temple, the orb humming happily to himself as he waited for the arrival of his latest 'assistant.' It was quite fortuitous to come across someone quite so eager to help immediately after his arrival. He wasn't lying when he'd said that data would help him adjust--now he would have something to do besides float around Maximo's temple inspecting his lab equipment.

How wonderful.

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[inferiordude]

There isn't an immediate answer, just Soundwave screaming in both fear and pain, the casing to his ember far too sensitive. It eventually stops, the welding, but he has no idea what was just attached. What was placed there. Something feels off.

He stares down at Prism, then yells out again -- something in comprehensible -- and shoves his hand out to tear away from the tentacles best he can. His hand does not try to reach the holomatter form.

But at the hovering orb there.

[experimentality]

As soon as the hand lunches for Prism's true body his laser fires again, ripping through Soundwave's hand. From Prism's tone, he's rather unbothered by the attack.

"Really now Soundwave," Prism sighs, optic still glowing hot from the blast.

"You're beginning to embarrass yourself."

The Gatherer begins to haul Soundwave up, off the examination table, dragging him back toward the door. Apparently Prism has acquired whatever it is he was seeking.

[inferiordude]

Another sharp scream comes through as the laser blasts through his palm. From there, all he can do is go limp. He's still awake, still aware, but after all that's happened, he can't give off much physical strength right now.

He feels himself being lifted, being carried away towards the door.

Soundwave can't help but wonder what was the point of it all. Being torn apart, examined, and the hot, burning pain that was implanted to the casing around his ember. Why?

And what did he do to invoke this, anyway?

No angry threats. Snarling and spiteful. More that he wonders how it turned out this way, and that he's going to need help very, very soon.

[experimentality]

"Thank you for your participation, Soundwave. I only wish it could have been under more favorable circumstances."

Prism follows only as far as the door, optic tracking Soundwave's body as he's hauled away. It leaves simple orders with the Gatherer; dispose of Soundwave and his various disembodied parts, then return to Prism. Nice and straightforward. Prism doesn't care much what happens to Soundwave after that.