Dying sucks

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Who: Trailcutter & YOU
What: This asshole found out he died and is not taking it well because he can't DRINK HIS PROBLEMS AWAY THANKS MEGOBAMA
Where: The Prom area
When: During/After Robot Prom
Warnings: Sad feels

Sometimes learning about your death can kind of bum you out. Yeah. Only sometimes. Trailcutter's one who sort of took it badly, because not only was he just starting to turn his life around, but everyone knew it without telling him. The fact that Sixshot was told...it makes him wonder just who else knew. Rodimus sure did, and suddenly all the sad stares and hugs were starting to make sense. They weren't out of genuine wanting of his company (he's upset, okay), but out of guilt that he died.

He's not sure if that's worse than what he got before or not.

So taking it upon himself, he gives himself a quiet moment to collect his thoughts, panic bubbling right around the prom area and taking a seat, looking down at the ground and making a circle with his finger, fingers reaching to claw through it and settle the dust, only to do it again. An idle motion to give his body something to do while his mind worked, trying to climb his way out of this hole he'd dug himself in. The hole called "His life".

And maybe a part of him wonders if whoever killed him did the world a favour.


Yeah he might need a smack to the head (verbally because lol that panic bubble)

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If anything, the shadow is what catches Trailcutter's attention more than anything. Even with the Forcefield, he looks up, almost reluctantly to see just who had decided to come observe for the time being. "I want to be al-" he starts off, giving the blanket statement he'd planned on giving to people should they find this somewhat interesting (although he couldn't see why).

It's not long before his eyes widen beneath that visor, looking up at Shockwave. Surprised he'd even be in the area.

"Shockwave?" his tone is just as curious, head bolting up as he turns to stand up in his panic bubble. "What are you doing here?"

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"Enough noise will attract all sorts of unwanted attention." Shockwave responds with a non-answer. While in any other context coming from Shockwave that would have been one of the most threatening utterances in the universe, but here it came across as wholly self-depreciating. He is nothing if not well aware of what a horrible memory intermingled with four million years of atrocities he is to everyone, most of all to the people he should have been watching out for.

Not being cursed at or shied away from, Shockwave took that small incentive and lowered himself down on a bench catty-cornered to Trailcutter with enough space between them should his former student suffer the compulsion to flee this encounter entirely. At first, he didn't say anything but after the moment began to veer into awkward -

"I suppose this encounter was inevitable."

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"Yeah...I mean, we're on the same planet and all," despite the depressive state, he still can utter a little joke. Although his tone doesn't match, its awkwardness showing through all of it. There's nothing on Cybertron that can mask the weirdness of Trailcutter chatting up Shockwave about the proverbial weather. Especially after the news he's just gotten. He looks at his hands, tapping his fingers together one by one until the palms touch, spreading them out again to the tips. Just to keep his hands occupied.

Searching for conversation.

"I didn't take you to be a partier...well--not now, I guess."

A part of him's ashamed. Shockwave WAS one for parties. But after four million years...you learn to adjust. And now switching back is harder than he thought.

[orerrible]

One hand and a deactivated ion cannon folds over his lap and his fingers are left splayed on his knee plates gripping tight. Shockwave used to talk half with his mouth and half with his hands. Always vibrant and moving. They both had that affected trait, he remembered.

The nascency of their ability to speak to one another on relatively amenable terms seemed so fragile to Shockwave that he, the infamous scientist with no moral boundaries and before that the firebrand of a senator, was reticent to continue. There was no better word for it than fear; a fear anything he said couldn't be taken back and this narrow window of opportunity to right what wrongs he could here vanishing before him.

"You look...well."

The wide yellow light of his singular optic roves over Trailcutter then falls to the floor. Ridiculous.

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And that--of all the things--makes Trailcutter stand up in his own panic bubble, looking at what had been a stoic figure for so long, now humbled before him. It was a strange position swap, and one Trailcutter isn't sure he likes. Shockwave had always been a strong figure in his memory, for good or bad. And this...this was hard to see.

A part of him just wants to reach out through the forcefield. Just to touch Shockwave to see if he was real.

"I've been better." Understatement of the century. "It's good to see you. Like this, I mean."

Small talk before hitting the meat of the problem--always a good option.