High Jump "Cackle" Time of Creation: Unknown time January 14th, 2014 Time of Death: 0230 October 19th, 2014

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High Jump "Cackle" Time of Creation: Unknown time January 14th, 2014 Time of Death: 0230 October 19th, 2014
//Note from the Moderator\
High Jump, the artificially created supersoldier, is dead. As is this blog. It will not be deleted, but it is no longer active.
Thank you to everyone that ever interacted with this character! I had a great time with him, and I hope you all enjoyed him as much as I did!
Muse slowly entered her vacant bar once more, her helm bowed and expression somber. Under one arm, she carried an extinguished spark. Behind her, she dragged by some cables a massive, grinning head, still bleeding.
There was energon everywhere, none of it her own.
She’d have to clean up before she let anyone in…. Or she could just not open tonight…. That sounded like a better idea….
є и ∂ g α м є Part 1 [Character Discontinuation]
[ Part 2 ]
Several vials, bottles, and syringes stood scattered about the table before him, each containing a different substance. Powders, liquids, even some gasses, all of varying potency and category.
High Jump looked over them, optics half-lidded and apertures narrow. He was apprehensive; he’d been in this position a few times before. This time, though, he wasn’t going to back out, leave it half-finished.
He was done. Done with the pain, done with the twisted programming, done with being a monster, done with being a mistake. His correction was long overdue.
He was done.
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є и ∂ g α м є Part 2 [Character Discontinuation]
[ Part 1 ]
One slow breath—two slow breaths cycled through the teal mech’s ventilation system to calm herself. She was nervous—very nervous, and rightfully so. She was about to face her demon.
Of course, it was rather cowardly, how she was going about it. Opportunistic, smart, cheap, cowardly. He was already destroying himself—she could feel it through the odd link they shared—but she was going to go finish the job. If asked, she’d say she put him out of his misery. It wasn’t a lie; High Jump was miserable.
One last breath, then Muse opened the threshold to her monster’s location.
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є и ∂ g α м є Part 1 [Character Discontinuation]
[ Part 2 ]
Several vials, bottles, and syringes stood scattered about the table before him, each containing a different substance. Powders, liquids, even some gasses, all of varying potency and category.
High Jump looked over them, optics half-lidded and apertures narrow. He was apprehensive; he'd been in this position a few times before. This time, though, he wasn't going to back out, leave it half-finished.
He was done. Done with the pain, done with the twisted programming, done with being a monster, done with being a mistake. His correction was long overdue.
He was done.
*pokepokepoKEPOKEPOKE* Dx
…What??
*she flailed around for a bit* Dx
what place are you trashing
What the hell is wrong with you? Wait. I don't care. Don't answer that.
...Dunno. Found a warehouse.
*pokepokepoKEPOKEPOKE* Dx
…What??
what are you doing? :U
….
Trashing the place. Again.
do you… WANT A BELLY RUB AND/OR HELM PAT Dx
...?
...No...?
*pokepokepoKEPOKEPOKE* Dx
…What??
what are you doing? :U
....
Trashing the place. Again.
*pokepokepoKEPOKEPOKE* Dx
…What??
"Good bye, you sick snugglemuffin."
((Ah yes guess this is my good bye present for skeletonhyena's OC because his days are counted, alas. Thanks for the fun RPs with him! *throws sour candy*))
//aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA
||pingpingping||
???
Cackle? What is it?
||Where are you? I need to talk to you.||
[Have a screeeeech of claws on the door. Consider it a knock]
LC took a look at the door sceptically. What the frag was that? He didn’t have a good feeling about it but opened anyway, taking a glimpse through the gap
Now.. that weird feeling LC had had began to make sense. Was he gonna end himself? Was he gonna go to a trip with no return? It felt really wrong and LC felt so alarmed. At the same time…. it was Cackle he was taking to. The most stubborn of Primus creations…. no wait, He had told LC that a different mech constructed him and… but what was that important for now?
Of course LC followed High Jump on his way out. “Stop - please…. you… you are leaving? For good? I mean…. Are you serious? Where - why….. Please stop I mean - come ON we can talk about anything right?”
In his mind, there was nothing more to talk about. Cackle hadn’t expected LC to just up and accept his ‘departure,’ but he had no intentions of stopping.
❝No, LC, we can’t talk. I have others I need to speak to.❞ He paused only for a moment to glance back at the red mech. ❝I’m very serious. Be happy for me; this is what I want.❞ Scapular struts splayed, the Phase-Sixer staggered his pedes and crouched, then leapt high up into the air. A mid-air transformation folded him into his jet mode, and, with a crackle of blue lightning, the stealth aircraft disappeared.
[Have a screeeeech of claws on the door. Consider it a knock]
LC took a look at the door sceptically. What the frag was that? He didn’t have a good feeling about it but opened anyway, taking a glimpse through the gap
"Ah! Er! Sorry! Of course! It was my processor jumping to comclusions, just ingore what I said and er… welll - yes, you’re welcome I mean… I can not believe that its so rare that people like you… I… I’m sorry. But… may I ask what brought this on now? You see, you kinda surprised me really…." LC was actually a bit sad that he had run out of the sour treats. He was still… STILL believing he could tame the beast with patience and love. He was so determined due to his programming and personality.
"You know… I find you way more likable and honest than most mechs out there… I guess that is why…." He finally added to his statement.
A long sigh breezed through his vents, his optics wandering everywhere else about the room except where LC stood. What a spacious place.... Not something he'd expect from someone so small....
❝You're a fool,❞ he said through a light chuckle--an amused chuckle. ❝But I've told you that many times before. No--I'm telling you this now because I'm done.❞ He paused, now looking down at the escort, optics burning into him. ❝I'm through. This is the last time you'll see me, speak to me, be around me. I... for what reason I do not know, I realized I didn't want to part without thanking you. And now I've done that.❞ Claws tapping on the floor delicately, Cackle straightened up and turned himself towards the exit. He'd said his piece. There was nothing more that he wanted to do here.
[Have a screeeeech of claws on the door. Consider it a knock]
LC took a look at the door sceptically. What the frag was that? He didn’t have a good feeling about it but opened anyway, taking a glimpse through the gap
"Well" LC explained, "I didn’t ask because I can sense that you are uncomfortable. I would guess that apology is for any kind of behavior you have scared me with but… I would have have asked an apology form you… I mean.. I just really like you. Even though you refuse to accept it. Who am I to judge you?"
He sounded so calm, making sure his voice was soothing, in a way. He sensed that the mech was sort of… agitated, upset maybe even. He knew he was walking on thin ice.
❝Of course I'm uncomfortable,❞ he retorted, a hand to his forehead. ❝Apology? I didn't apologize--I didn't come to apologize. I'm not going to apologize. It'd be meaningless.❞ He was getting off topic, and steadily more frustrated with himself. He needed to wrap this up.
❝Look--I just came to say that--rrhhh... that I appreciate what you've done. I appreciate you not giving up on me--for believing in me. Of course, you're wrong, but it's the thought that counts. Thank you. That's it.❞
[Have a screeeeech of claws on the door. Consider it a knock]
LC took a look at the door sceptically. What the frag was that? He didn’t have a good feeling about it but opened anyway, taking a glimpse through the gap
LC was giving his complete attention to Cackle and he looked like he tried to understand what had brought this up. He had no idea but a bad feeling was behind it.
"I… well…. yes, sure High jump. Ya welcome…" He stated in a puzzled manner. He didn’t know if this was bad or good. Had Cackle come to his senses and embraced a possible good part of himself? Or was there something else behind it? Something not so good? LC huffed and wondered what to do now.
"Hey you can have a cube of energon if you want… I mean.. now that you’re here…"
A faint snarl scrunched his nasal bridge ever so slightly. ❝You're not even going to ask why I'm thanking you?❞ he snapped. Quickly, though, the monster cycled his vents and calmed himself down. He wasn't here to jump anyone.
❝...no. Thank you.❞ He did want that energon, but this was getting intolerable. He felt like he was going to snap here any minute. Everything about this went against his programing and base instincts, and it was sickening. ❝I should be going.❞ With a snort, Cackle rose up to his full height, but hesitated with his exit.
[Have a screeeeech of claws on the door. Consider it a knock]
LC took a look at the door sceptically. What the frag was that? He didn’t have a good feeling about it but opened anyway, taking a glimpse through the gap
How particularly well mannered Cackle came across. It baffled the escort. LC’s flat though was massive. Really high ceilings also. He didn’t live here alone and whoever lived here with him had to be twice LC’s size or more.
"….Do I need to worry?"
❝No,❞ he said quickly. ❝No.... No, you can actually allow yourself some relief.❞ Optics averted, Cackle instead looked at the floor, his mind racing to put together the words he wanted.
This was difficult for him.... Everything about this was difficult--the politeness, his resistance towards the pain that normally left him laughing non-stop, the uncharacteristic desire to do something---
Well. He felt it needed to be done.
❝...I suppose I want to say 'thank you.'❞