Ep1 –Interlude Gasket – Closed
Sept 9, 2012 17:01:58 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2012 17:01:58 GMT -5
It was a trick to walk steadily, Optimus found that out very quickly upon exiting the lower tunnels and all the nausea he’d left at the mouth of the long chute to the basement came back again. He walked back into the light and felt disoriented for a moment. He let that moment stretch without examining it, the Neutral Base falling slightly to the right of him for some reason. Optimus just kept walking, moving througha kind of vacuum space while a very large section of his mem-net shifted and re-contextualized – like an energon cube dropped, shattering, then reconstructing itself in reverse to take on a new, ugly, and razor-edged configuration.
You always suspected this though, said part of him, four-million years old, battle-mask fused long shut. Insanity is not so sudden as that, and it never suited him. He was already that before you met him and when you met him the face he presented was like any alt-mode: a functional disguise. Are we not a species of Adaptus? Presenting faces and forms as we see fit? Megatronus was an alternate form and Megatron was always the root. It is simply confirmed now by his own words, as though his actions did not in themselves speak –
Optimus shook his head and looked up. He was in the Main Atrium, a steel girder at his pedes and when he followed the length of it, the structure led to the section of the great cavern where Gasket knelt, working on what Optimus supposed was Sideswipe’s bar. That briefly begged the question: Where is Sideswipe? Ironhide and Cleaver were nowhere to be seen, likely discussing the presence of Megatron elsewhere from prying audios.
“Gasket, can I have a moment?”
It felt strange starting a conversation: like he should start conversations differently now because something had charged so thoroughly for him, like the universe had realigned two feet to the right and only he knew.
((OOC: Dis thread for you, Lat. :3 Let me know if it works.))
You always suspected this though, said part of him, four-million years old, battle-mask fused long shut. Insanity is not so sudden as that, and it never suited him. He was already that before you met him and when you met him the face he presented was like any alt-mode: a functional disguise. Are we not a species of Adaptus? Presenting faces and forms as we see fit? Megatronus was an alternate form and Megatron was always the root. It is simply confirmed now by his own words, as though his actions did not in themselves speak –
Optimus shook his head and looked up. He was in the Main Atrium, a steel girder at his pedes and when he followed the length of it, the structure led to the section of the great cavern where Gasket knelt, working on what Optimus supposed was Sideswipe’s bar. That briefly begged the question: Where is Sideswipe? Ironhide and Cleaver were nowhere to be seen, likely discussing the presence of Megatron elsewhere from prying audios.
“Gasket, can I have a moment?”
It felt strange starting a conversation: like he should start conversations differently now because something had charged so thoroughly for him, like the universe had realigned two feet to the right and only he knew.
((OOC: Dis thread for you, Lat. :3 Let me know if it works.))