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robothell2015-02-01 03:23 pm
luckyfaceplate) wrote in robothell2015-02-01 03:23 pm
Entry tags:
[Closed], [Open] after
WHO: [Closed] - Optimus and non-Lost Lighters
[Open] - Optimus and YOU!
[Closed] - Optimus and Sentinel
WHERE: Near the Crater
WHEN: After Bumblebee recovers from being hurt, a few weeks after everyone's arrival
WHAT: Information sharing and political stuff
WARNINGS: NONE
[CLOSED: NON-LOST LIGHTERS: NO TARN ALLOWED]
Optimus had asked word to be spread about a gathering. It'd taken some time (some of them had gotten injured along the way), but word had gotten out. With a new, yet destroyed Cybertron, Optimus had wanted to set the record straight with quite a few things. One, that they were not here to continue the war. The planet's landscape was proof enough that the environment had clearly seen its fill of that. Two, to fill in others who had not otherwise caught up with what was going on back home, as well as any people not from that universe. And three, how leadership should be distributed.
Topics covered
-Finding out just who is and isn't accounted for
-The Megatron situation
-Filling in on what's been going on for those not caught up
-Leadership and how it's going to be treated, who's going to follow who's lead.
The rest is just mingling, catching up on some old friends who may have died or worse. Feel free to use this as a moment to make new friends as well, or potential new not-so friends.
Who knows!
[LATER: OPEN TO ALL]
After the meeting had taken place, Optimus had decided to get a little 'fresh air'. Why yes, he knows he doesn't breathe. But with everything now as situated as possible, he needed to consider some of his personal thoughts. Things that couldn't be brought up there. Many things had come back from the dead (quite literally in some aspects) on his arrival here, and dealing with those wounds opening was not something he'd originally thought he'd face so soon. Bumblebee...Shockwave...Roller...
Was the universe teasing him on this? He'd miraculously gotten Ironhide back, it wasn't completely beyond all reason. But it'd reminded him just how fragile everything was in his hold. If he believed in it, he'd call himself cursed.
No...it'd been a series of circumstances. Series of many things that went wrong. Things not even he could have prevented if he wanted to. And sometimes...
He didn't know which one was worse.
[EVEN LATER: CLOSED: TO SENTINEL PRIME]
This had been long overdue. Optimus had met Sentinel Prime the day they'd all arrived, and while their conversation had been anything but pleasant, there was still unfinished business to attend to. Granted, before he could, Megatron had gotten ahold of the Prime before him, finishing what he'd somewhat started. Sentinel himself was...alive, at least. In extreme medical care, but fine. All Optimus could do was wait until he was conscious again.
Before he'd have a chat.
He walks in, giving his regards to whichever medic was on duty at the time before glancing around, looking for the ex-Prime. Thankfully, he wasn't too hard to spot. A large gold and red monstrosity was very hard to miss. The green thumb of Cybertronians, dripping with pretentiousness. There's a brisk walk over to his bed, eyes as hard as when they'd met for the first time.
"You're awake."
Nice observation, Optimus.
"I was beginning to think you'd become a real sleeping beauty."
The sarcasm, there's oh so much.
[Open] - Optimus and YOU!
[Closed] - Optimus and Sentinel
WHERE: Near the Crater
WHEN: After Bumblebee recovers from being hurt, a few weeks after everyone's arrival
WHAT: Information sharing and political stuff
WARNINGS: NONE
[CLOSED: NON-LOST LIGHTERS: NO TARN ALLOWED]
Optimus had asked word to be spread about a gathering. It'd taken some time (some of them had gotten injured along the way), but word had gotten out. With a new, yet destroyed Cybertron, Optimus had wanted to set the record straight with quite a few things. One, that they were not here to continue the war. The planet's landscape was proof enough that the environment had clearly seen its fill of that. Two, to fill in others who had not otherwise caught up with what was going on back home, as well as any people not from that universe. And three, how leadership should be distributed.
Topics covered
-Finding out just who is and isn't accounted for
-The Megatron situation
-Filling in on what's been going on for those not caught up
-Leadership and how it's going to be treated, who's going to follow who's lead.
The rest is just mingling, catching up on some old friends who may have died or worse. Feel free to use this as a moment to make new friends as well, or potential new not-so friends.
Who knows!
[LATER: OPEN TO ALL]
After the meeting had taken place, Optimus had decided to get a little 'fresh air'. Why yes, he knows he doesn't breathe. But with everything now as situated as possible, he needed to consider some of his personal thoughts. Things that couldn't be brought up there. Many things had come back from the dead (quite literally in some aspects) on his arrival here, and dealing with those wounds opening was not something he'd originally thought he'd face so soon. Bumblebee...Shockwave...Roller...
Was the universe teasing him on this? He'd miraculously gotten Ironhide back, it wasn't completely beyond all reason. But it'd reminded him just how fragile everything was in his hold. If he believed in it, he'd call himself cursed.
No...it'd been a series of circumstances. Series of many things that went wrong. Things not even he could have prevented if he wanted to. And sometimes...
He didn't know which one was worse.
[EVEN LATER: CLOSED: TO SENTINEL PRIME]
This had been long overdue. Optimus had met Sentinel Prime the day they'd all arrived, and while their conversation had been anything but pleasant, there was still unfinished business to attend to. Granted, before he could, Megatron had gotten ahold of the Prime before him, finishing what he'd somewhat started. Sentinel himself was...alive, at least. In extreme medical care, but fine. All Optimus could do was wait until he was conscious again.
Before he'd have a chat.
He walks in, giving his regards to whichever medic was on duty at the time before glancing around, looking for the ex-Prime. Thankfully, he wasn't too hard to spot. A large gold and red monstrosity was very hard to miss. The green thumb of Cybertronians, dripping with pretentiousness. There's a brisk walk over to his bed, eyes as hard as when they'd met for the first time.
"You're awake."
Nice observation, Optimus.
"I was beginning to think you'd become a real sleeping beauty."
The sarcasm, there's oh so much.
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It hurt to think about. Had he changed too much in those four million years? Nothing remained of the bot that had been by Roller's side? His eyes show a hint of worry, and a bit of self doubt as he looks away.
"He had said I was a good candidate for the Primacy."
And the Matrix had picked him, truth be told.
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Though who knows how well it comes across.
"What if it was me?" he asks, finally. "What if... I was the one who ended up Prime. And you were the one who'd been gone four million years?" It's a terrible example. "You wouldn't know what to do, would you?"
His shoulder twitches.
"Yeah. Guess so."
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"But I would assume we're still friends."
A pause.
"I just don't know what I'm supposed to do now, either." There was nothing he could say that could take away the bot's feelings. Now...now he just wants to know where he stands with him.
"Would it have been better if I was never made Prime?"
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He's not sure what else to add. Just like he isn't sure where the lines are now. He doesn't want to lose his partner's friendship. Ever. But if one of them is Prime, what does that mean, exactly?
"Look, I... I don't want to not be. Can we be? Primes don't really... have random cop buddies."
His head twitches back, like he's been shoved. He shakes his head, dragging his hands down it. "I don't know? How can I make that call? I don't remember anything after..."
After Shockwave was taken.
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He stops. Roller...wouldn't have known about Zeta either, would he. This is getting more and more complex, isn't it.
"I just want to fix whatever separated us."
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He looks away, folding his arms. The gesture is more defensive than angry.
You'd have to go back four million years or whatever-- is what he almost says. Instead, he forces himself to think.
"... Tell me what you want me to call you."
Because that would be a start.
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This hurt more than he wanted it to.
"I'm no longer a cop, but I'd hoped our friendship would stayed constant through all of that."
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"I'm glad to see you," he blurts out, at a loss for anything else to say. Like the words are somehow going to fix everything.
There's that time gap, though. And suddenly it feels more physical than anything else.
"I mean... I'm the same bot I was. I didn't... I haven't had time to be anything else. I'm not trying to brush you off, Pax, I'm... I'm trying to figure things out."