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re_alignment_logs2013-06-20 07:57 pm
flashdrive) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-06-20 07:57 pm
I can figure out the point of anything [OPEN]
WHO: Rewind and You!
WHERE: Liege Maximo's altar
WHEN: A day after Chromedome's death/body has gone missing
WHAT: One half waits for the other.
WARNINGS: N/A
It'd been twenty-four hours since Chromedome's death.
And the feeling was still numb--Rewind kept trying to process it, to make sense of it. But all that he could do was continue on, almost on autopilot. It was like his brain wouldn't do anything other than what was necessary. He was angry, at a great number of people. Angry at Chromedome for not keeping his promise, angry at Prowl for instigating him. Angry at Tarn for killing him in such a way.
Rewinds warnings were far too ironic. He'd always told Chromedome that injecting could kill you. He just didn't mean it quite so literally. When he saw it over the feed, he could feel his spark sink like a rock. It sank into a rut that it couldn't escape from, and despite knowing that Chromedome would eventually come back...
It didn't make the pain of losing him go away.
He sat by the alter in Liege Maximo's temple, where Chromedome would eventually appear, as he'd learned on the Link. All of those who died would appear there, in their respective temples. As he sat, he fiddled with something he found in the junkpile. A tiny cassette, nothing too out of the ordinary. But something about it had Rewind quite interested.
Fiddling with it.
[ooc: feel free to sit with him or bug Rewind on this! He'll be here until Chromedome comes back.]
WHERE: Liege Maximo's altar
WHEN: A day after Chromedome's death/body has gone missing
WHAT: One half waits for the other.
WARNINGS: N/A
It'd been twenty-four hours since Chromedome's death.
And the feeling was still numb--Rewind kept trying to process it, to make sense of it. But all that he could do was continue on, almost on autopilot. It was like his brain wouldn't do anything other than what was necessary. He was angry, at a great number of people. Angry at Chromedome for not keeping his promise, angry at Prowl for instigating him. Angry at Tarn for killing him in such a way.
Rewinds warnings were far too ironic. He'd always told Chromedome that injecting could kill you. He just didn't mean it quite so literally. When he saw it over the feed, he could feel his spark sink like a rock. It sank into a rut that it couldn't escape from, and despite knowing that Chromedome would eventually come back...
It didn't make the pain of losing him go away.
He sat by the alter in Liege Maximo's temple, where Chromedome would eventually appear, as he'd learned on the Link. All of those who died would appear there, in their respective temples. As he sat, he fiddled with something he found in the junkpile. A tiny cassette, nothing too out of the ordinary. But something about it had Rewind quite interested.
Fiddling with it.
[ooc: feel free to sit with him or bug Rewind on this! He'll be here until Chromedome comes back.]
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Not...exactly the answer one would expect from someone waiting so diligently for him. But he didn't seem to be done just yet. "But he's all I have. Everything that's happened to me, he's been there for it. He'd do anything for me, I think."
A pause, as he looks at the cassette.
"Like I'd do for him."
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"There's time to be angry later," murmured Jetfire with a tilt of his helm and dry understanding in his voice, following the movements of Rewind's hands over the cassette.
"You have what you need while waiting, or someone to bring you that, at least?" Because running yourself into the ground while diligently waiting wasn't a good idea either.
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Aggravating was a good word for it. And the worst part was, Chromedome was a good guy. He was charming, funny...everything you could want. Except this. This...unraveled all of that at times. And it brought Rewind to a screeching halt.
"I assume so...I mean, some others have brought stuff. Really, I could go without too. I'm not exactly the most active one here. I don't burn through it as fast."
that's a rude icon to use, you know, with this topic! XD
Shaking his helm, he focused his attention back at Rewind.
"It would be interesting to see how the Firstforged does it, if, indeed, they have a direct hand in it, or if it's yet another effect of the Lambda on the space surrounding Cybertron. And point, you're not." Sitting still and hardly doing anything would, of course, bring down the fuel requirement for any of them, and refuelling wasn't needed as often as, say, humans would need to.
"I'd say something about that it would probably be better for you if you didn't wait the whole time, but almost all of us have someone we'd what you are doing for, so that'll remain a... token suggestion."
what are you talking about its completely fitting ;D
He sighs, leaning forward on his knees.
"It's appreciated, Jetfire. I know you're probably just thinking of my best interests. But...I can't leave him. It just wouldn't be right."
...
"He's important enough to wait for, despite everything."
8| you are terrible
But then, hindering free action wouldn't be very nice, either.
"If only so you can continue to wait, yes." Shifting his stance slightly to redistribute the weight, Jetfire raised a hand to briefly rest it - well, part of it, given the size difference - against Rewind's back. "But like I said, I certainly understand. If I were in your place..."
He shrugs, letting his hand drop back to rest between his knees again. It wasn't so much the absolute necessity of being present if Starscream ever died, so much as not letting him wake up (come back to life) alone.
Both because of what he meant, and because it'd been quite... disorienting to come online to an empty room where he had definitely not been when the avalanche buried him.