Perceptor (
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robothell2015-01-18 03:22 pm
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they say i'll adjust
Who: Perceptor and YOU
Where: The Crater
When: RIGHT NOW
What: The science tank makes his inglorious arrival, facedown in the muck.
Warnings: extensive amounts of space British.
One moment you're lecturing Optimus Prime about the energon shortage, and the next...
The next you're facedown in the dirt, picking yourself up and wondering indignantly if this was some joke Warpath was playing on him. Because that would just be the way of things. Just his luck. Tossed out into the dirt for some imagined offense on the part of the brainless soldier. As if he didn't have enough to do. As if there weren't enough things on his mind.
But as he hauls himself to his feet... the world is decidedly not the war-torn one surrounding his Nerve Center.
In fact, nothing of this is familiar. Or as it should be. This is... the very air is different. There are things sprouting from the ground lacking the crystalline structure anything on Cybertron should possess. He can only stare at them in awe.
And suspicion.
"What in the name of Primus is...?"
Huge fingers lift one of the plants up, peering at a leaf curiously. He's never seen anything like this in all his travels. In all his research, he never dreamed... Where is he?
"Where is this?"
Where: The Crater
When: RIGHT NOW
What: The science tank makes his inglorious arrival, facedown in the muck.
Warnings: extensive amounts of space British.
One moment you're lecturing Optimus Prime about the energon shortage, and the next...
The next you're facedown in the dirt, picking yourself up and wondering indignantly if this was some joke Warpath was playing on him. Because that would just be the way of things. Just his luck. Tossed out into the dirt for some imagined offense on the part of the brainless soldier. As if he didn't have enough to do. As if there weren't enough things on his mind.
But as he hauls himself to his feet... the world is decidedly not the war-torn one surrounding his Nerve Center.
In fact, nothing of this is familiar. Or as it should be. This is... the very air is different. There are things sprouting from the ground lacking the crystalline structure anything on Cybertron should possess. He can only stare at them in awe.
And suspicion.
"What in the name of Primus is...?"
Huge fingers lift one of the plants up, peering at a leaf curiously. He's never seen anything like this in all his travels. In all his research, he never dreamed... Where is he?
"Where is this?"
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"Nyon's not on fire anymore and neither is any other city as far as I know." Still, he didn't point out the whole horrible mess that was Nyon and what the Prime at the time had been doing there, so...
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Bitter, much, Perceptor? Nah, no way. Not you. You're totally okay with the war, aren't you? He eyes the cube a little skeptically before securing it away out of sight.
No sense in making himself a target.
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"What...? How is that...? What are you talking about?"
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"I know at least one person whose universe doesn't seem to have Cybertron so far. A lot of people who were supposed to be dead have apparently come from a while before their deaths. There's Optimus Prime AND Orion Pax, but not from the same universes."