re_alignment_logs | I can figure out the point of anything [OPEN]

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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.]

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"That's Domey for ya. He'll settle anything with a drink or two."

...but he turns silent as well, looking at that cassette and setting it by the altar.

"I plan to. If things go my way, this'll never happen to him again."

"Not bad way of dealing with conflicts." Much better than needles, Blurr thinks, but he keeps that to himself.

"Good. There's going to be a lot of talking once he's back." Blur doesn't really want to upset Rewind further and that's all he's going to say about the issue with Chromedome, Tarn and the implications for the Police Force.

"Might I ask what's that cassette?"

It's okay, Blurr, if you said it out loud Rewind would be the first to agree with you. Needles, especially ones in your fingers, are something Rewind's learned to dislike immensely.

"Good. He deserves whatever's coming to him. And whatever you guys do, I'm going to give him worse."

...

He looks down at the cassette a moment, twirling it in his fingers. "It's a gift for him."

Ah, good to know. Anything that can stab you and get to your brain is bad business, in Blurr's opinion.

"Do you know why he did it then? Or if he was forced to do it?" Blurr would like that option, only because it meant that Chromedome wasn't the responsible.

He stared at the cassette, thinking. "AH... A message from you yelling?" Blurr said that last part with a weak smile, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Yeah, he'd agree with you on that too. Sharp needles in your head doesn't sound like a good time.

"'Forced' is too strong of a word, but I know he wouldn't do it without SOME help. Persuasion, they call it."

The next part makes him bitter, because he could rattle off names, but that would not help his case in the long run.

"I just have no concrete proof.

Yet."

Actually, sharp needles anywhere near our anatomy sound terrible.

"Just as bad." Blurr looked around them again, then back to Rewind. "Yet, you said. But there's a name^{in your processor, isn't} it? Probably someone you knew from your own world too."

"I agree."

It was just as bad. And that's why it made him so angry. It was like catching a proverbial snake in the grass. "There is. But without proof, it'll look terribly biased."

"We would need profs is this where a formal accusation but now we are just two friends masking conjectures." Blurr shakes his head and hunched over, speaking softly.

"I can only imagine how hard this is for you. I never had anybody the way you two..well, you know."

...

"I think it's Prowl."

His head dips, eyes never leaving that altar.

"I always wanted to be the one to die before him. It's selfish, but...being without him is the worst."

Blurr felt really tired all of sudden. Seeing the other poor mech like that hurt his spark and he wished he could fix things as fast as he could run. He would investigate the Prowl issue later, Chromedome told him that Rewind and Prowl didn't like each other alreadybut he was not expecting this. It was, however, a problem for another day.

Blurr was a bit unsure for a second but he finally pulled Rewind closer to his chest into a comforting hug.

Loss isn't something new to Rewind, but it's pain could never really be something you just got used to. Especially when it came to Chromedome. Someone who hurt just as much as he did, and they both saw the best in each other. He didn't like admitting his feelings on Prowl, because now it pretty much was obvious he was using his opinions.

He can't imagine anyone kept quiet about his feelings on it.

But when the embrace comes, Rewind's own hands wrap around Blurr's neck, rubbing the bot's back.

Almost as if HE was the one comforting, not the one needing to be comforted. It was...oddly a habit.

[If Blurr noticed the odd behavior he didn't brought it up. He let Rind did what he pleased, just wanting to help the mech feel a bit better.

He reciprocated the gesture rubbing soothing circles on Rewind's back .] You need to rest, Rewind. Just try to stop thinking for a bit.

"Heh, I'd love that."

If he had a mouth, he'd be smiling. "But I think Domey's getting enough for the both of us. I know I won't be able to until he's back."

His head droops, heaving a sigh.

"I'll be fine."

[Blurr couldn't say he was satisfied with that reply. He squeezed Rewind for a brief second.]

I'm not going anywhere, why don't you have some energon and then ^{rest your optics}for a few kliks? If he shows up, I will wake you up and you can yell at him.

I know that sort of fine.

You have no idea how much that means to him, Blurr. There's a gentle squeeze in return.

"Heh, I'll say yes to the energon. But I can't promise on the rest. It's...different when you're someone's conjunx endura. Sleep just...it doesn't happen.

I want to see him come back.

And then I'll punch him in the face."

He would do anything to help a friend and he likes Rewind a lot.

"I will still stay, if you don't mind." Company won't hurt Rewind and Blurr wants to be sure that Rewind isn't left alone with his thoughts for long periods of time. "Those aren't terms_{that exist in my world. What's a conjunx endura?"

Blurr smiles at the last comment, he can't help it. "In the face?"}

He's touched, Blurr. Really, he may be an overall peppy guy, but he's got his moments of having his spark really...touched by something.

"I'd like that. I mean, if you have other things to attend to don't hesitate to go do them. But company's good too."

...

And then silence.

"Conjunx Endura is...your significant other."

He would be happy to know that.

"Then I'll stay. Don't worry about those things." Blurr will worry about them later. He keeps one arm around Rewind but he moves slightly so they are leaning against each other.

"Ah.I apologize for asking" All makes more sense now. It's also even more heartbreaking. The blue mech reaches out to grab one of the cubes, waiting for the awkward silence to go away. He puts it on Rewind's lap. Eat, mister.

And when Blurr leans against him, he slowly leans back. Despite the size difference, Blurr's not too heavy to support.

"It's no biggie." And it really wasn't. Heck, he put that on his medical chart for First Aid. He wasn't overly shy about it. But when the cube is put in his lap, he takes it, swirly it idly.

"Thanks...heh, since I don't have an engine, I really don't burn it as fast as some others do. You know, ones with actual vehicle mods"

"Alrightthen." He still feels slightly awkward but oh well, at least he knows..

"Lucky you, my case is the o-ppo-si-te. I got one of the fastest engine in the universe. Imagine how much I have to drink everyday to not pass out. I still forget about it sometimes, though it was complicated when I had to spend a long time on earth." And under Master disaster control, no less. "Thanks Primus that I could drink oil. For the record, it tastes awful."

"Sounds like a problem I'm glad I don't have. See, another reason why I'm perfectly content as a memory stick."

He laughs for a moment, but it quiets down into his...apathy.

"Nothing bad about being a memory stick, you are quite unique." Blurr couldn't care less about alt modes, really, those didn't make the mech.

Blurr keeps rubbing circles in his back, silent now. Time for more waiting then.

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