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autobotarchivist wants to be a donor!
That didnât seem to sit well with Rewind, crossing his arms over his chest plate, the little mech âsquintedâ at Trepan, "âŠand why is that?"
Trepan moved closer and bent down, turning down the volume of his voice a bit. âWell, you see, some customers would rather not be seen in a Relinquishment Clinic." That, and there were a lot of illegal activities going on in the basement, of course. Even with the war apparently being over, the mnemosurgeon would rather stay on the safe side with keeping it all a secret. He didnât desire to die again.
Tapping a digit as his arms stayed crossed, Rewind didn't answer. Instead his camera flicked off as he continued to shoot the stink-optic toward the mneumosurgeon. Something was off about this, very off.
sassy-mnemosurgeon started following you
"Two Trepans? Where didâYâknow I wonât even ask. Iâm going to assume you donât want me recording in here either then, right?"
"Correct, but Primus, let me have a look! Is this camera welded to your head?"
He doesnât even wait for Rewindâs consent but takes his helm in both hands, turning it to get a better view.
"Thatâs so kinky! I didnât know Chromedome was into that! I almost feel insulted because he never told me, we could have had such a good time!"
"Hey wait--what're you..." Rewind flailed a little bit as his helm was taken into Trepan's servos, "Kink--WHAT?! NO! I'm an archivist! I don't use this for th..." Rewind paused when Chromedome was brought up, "...what're you talking about with Chrome?" The little mechs voice suddenly got very serious.
sassy-mnemosurgeon started following you
"Two Trepans? Where did--Y'know I won't even ask. I'm going to assume you don't want me recording in here either then, right?"
autobotarchivist wants to be a donor!
Well, my tiny friend, Iâm Trepan. Can I do anything for- Wait, is that a camera?
Hello Trepan, Iâm Rewind aâerh. Yes, it is a camera! Iâm an archivist, itâs my job tooooâŠarchive! Why do you wanna know?
Ah, dear Rewind, Iâm going to have to ask you not to record any of this. We both could get in trouble.
That didn't seem to sit well with Rewind, crossing his arms over his chest plate, the little mech 'squinted' at Trepan, "...and why is that?"
My muse just took a fatal blow for your muse. Tell me how they respond.
autobotarchivist wants to be a donor!
Hello there, little mech. Havenât we met before?
AhâWell. I donât know! Maybe? You donât look too familiar too me, but something about you stands outâŠ
Well, my tiny friend, Iâm Trepan. Can I do anything for- Wait, is that a camera?
Hello Trepan, I'm Rewind a--erh. Yes, it is a camera! I'm an archivist, it's my job toooo...archive! Why do you wanna know?
((Oh jeez, sorry for the inactivity.))
Rewind's Data Log 452: "Meet the Crew! Part One: Cyclonus"
((Figured Iâd post this up here as well since Cyc is in it X) Â Look to my Ask-TheLostLight page for more to come!))
((WELL THAT WAS FUN. XD))
Taking the small archivistâs protests as nothing more than a realization of his fate, Cyclonus is just about to deliver the final blowâuntil the otherâs paint begins to crack. What in the designation of Vector Sigma is thisâŠ? The Seeker takes pause, his fist coming to a halt mere inches away from its target as he waits to see what could be happening.
When the archivistâs demeanor changes as much as his appearance, the Tetrahexian releases a heavy vent of air, his fist lowering as he hangs his helm, âOh, for fragâs sakeâŠÂ You glitched up little AutobotâŠâ Raising his helm, he levels a stern glare at the tiny mech before rolling off of him, letting his heavy frame sink down to the floor. âGood, I hope it hurts for a long time, you little bastardâŠâ
Rewind continued to writhe on the floor, completely unaware of anything he had done while the 'shattered' virus had taken over his systems. Something obviously went wrong, and mustering up enough strength past his emergency messages he archivist could only ask, "...what...happened...?" in his heavily damaged state, completely unaware of the injuries he gave Cyclonus.
Cyclonus flinches as the saw swipes across his chest, inflicting a gnarly gash, but it wonât be slowing him down anytime soon. Prying his servo from the floor where it had made a substantial gouge that was intended for Rewindâs processor, the Seeker has to quickly jerk his helm to the side as the saw swings a little too close for comfort by his neck cables. Darting his servo in, a chunk of his forearm armor is sliced clean off by the saw before he manages to catch a tight hold on the smaller mechâs arm, nearly breaking the appendage as he slams it down onto the floor.
âItâs always the small, quiet ones that need to have a close optic kept on them. I always thought that was a foolish idea to believe.â Raising his free servo for a final killshot, Cyclonus bites out his departing words to the small mech, âAnd I still do.â
Rewind let out a yelp as his servo and arm was wrenched the wrong way, sending a small shower of sparks from his shoulder joint as he looked up at Cyclonus, beginning to shake his helm; not for mercy but for...something else.
The shattered archivist started to mutter quietly, progressively getting louder and louder, "nononononONONONONONO NOT NOW!" What was going on? The little mech twisted his frame into various contortions as he held his helm tightly, his paint job was forming cracks along the edges, eventually 'ripping' open to reveal the archivists original darker colors and the frantic movements stopped.
Rewind's grip release from his helm he looked up at the seeker, "...C-Cyclonus...? Wh..whe...unnhh..." He collapsed to the side, broken visor flickering as he fought to stay conscious. "...e-everything...hurts..."
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((Less than an hour left for Shatterday for me!))
autobotarchivist replied to your post: (âŠ
oh you. (ÉËĐ·Ë)É
*hugs quietly, casually butt grabs and runs away*
((MY REAREND HAS BEEN ASSAULTED))
sports-junkie-eject started following you
âI canât be the one whoâs glitching. Youâre the one whoâs acting different! And Ratchet would never do something like that! He may be grouchy, but heâs nice!â
He sighs as he puts down his blaster. âI could never hurt you, Rewind. Even if you do something to me, I wonât hurt you.â
"Hnnn..." Something was wrong, he wanted to wrap the chain around those neck-cables but something was preventing him. What could it be. Gripping his servos tightly around the metal restraints he took a step away from Eject before harshly pointing at the door.
"...Get out of my sight."
sports-junkie-eject started following you
Eject draws his blaster but still doesnât point it at Rewind. âDefect? Iâd never defect to the Decepticons!â He froze. âWaitâŠoverly good? Rewind, do you have a glitch? The Decepticons are evil! They always have been and sadly will probably always will!â
"Evil for us...yes. I think you're the one who's glitching here Eject...maybe I could take you to Ratchet's and he'll drill a few holes into your helm to see what the issue is...Or he'll just use you for spare parts." Rewind chuckled, "I'd record either, though. Good torture footage." He glanced up at the blaster, "What're you gonna do with that, Eject? Shoot me? Hm?"