[Video - locked to allies]
[The video flickers on... and for several minutes show nothing but pitted and scored ground, along with some red plating. The noise from the vents is slightly irregular though, and then there's the sound of a fist meeting the ground; the camera shudders for a bit, but doesn't fall over.
When it's finally picked up, the feed is shaking just slightly, though it stops every now and then as Cliffjumper notices it is shuddering and stops it. For all that, he doesn't look injured; his optics may be too bright currently and there's a grimace on his faceplates that speak of some sort of reaction... But what can be seen of the plating is whole and doesn't look worse for wear than usual.]
I could kinda... use some... help.
[The words are dragged out, like he doesn't want to admit it, but it's only partly because he knows he needs said help. He'd rather just not have showed this to as many as it'll get broadcast to, and the lock's not perfect, anyway. But he's been sitting here for... over half a joor, and haven't exactly managed to get anywhere.]
Ya slaggin' well better... ping me before, though. Otherwise... you're gonna end up with a hole through you. [Cliffjumper snarls, but it may not have been meant for whoever's picking this up, as he was briefly glaring beyond the camera, and the shaking got momentarily worse before it stopped again.
He doesn't exactly feel like company; he's twitchy, and can't convince himself to put the gun back into subspace... he's already shot at several silhouettes outside the alley's mouth when they passed.
It's not really his finest moment.]
((ooc: Cliffjumper's paranoid you all, so the "allies" lock just means he's put in the names/bolts for the people he knows/have talked to/etc, instead of blanket encryption for Autobots or the like... And Rapunzel? He took the time to take your name off that list, you don't need to see this. Sorry princess!))
When it's finally picked up, the feed is shaking just slightly, though it stops every now and then as Cliffjumper notices it is shuddering and stops it. For all that, he doesn't look injured; his optics may be too bright currently and there's a grimace on his faceplates that speak of some sort of reaction... But what can be seen of the plating is whole and doesn't look worse for wear than usual.]
I could kinda... use some... help.
[The words are dragged out, like he doesn't want to admit it, but it's only partly because he knows he needs said help. He'd rather just not have showed this to as many as it'll get broadcast to, and the lock's not perfect, anyway. But he's been sitting here for... over half a joor, and haven't exactly managed to get anywhere.]
Ya slaggin' well better... ping me before, though. Otherwise... you're gonna end up with a hole through you. [Cliffjumper snarls, but it may not have been meant for whoever's picking this up, as he was briefly glaring beyond the camera, and the shaking got momentarily worse before it stopped again.
He doesn't exactly feel like company; he's twitchy, and can't convince himself to put the gun back into subspace... he's already shot at several silhouettes outside the alley's mouth when they passed.
It's not really his finest moment.]
((ooc: Cliffjumper's paranoid you all, so the "allies" lock just means he's put in the names/bolts for the people he knows/have talked to/etc, instead of blanket encryption for Autobots or the like... And Rapunzel? He took the time to take your name off that list, you don't need to see this. Sorry princess!))