*murmurs, barely hearing him* It's my fault... It's all my fault... I'm so sorry...!
*she seems to feel his presence now and looks up, before jerking away with a gasp. Wiping at her eyes, she stares at him bizarrely, her eyes red and puffy from crying, and an interesting butterfly-like bruise on her neck, as though someone had tried to strangle her*
Wh...what are... you...?
*She's seen some pretty weird things before, but this possibly took the cake*
*she looks around and shields her eyes as the sun comes out from behind some clouds, before burying her face in her hands, mumbling* The sun hurts my eyes...
It's been forever since I've seen the sun... *She takes in a deep, shuddering breath, and raises her head again, frowning lightly*
A farm? How did this happen...? I thought after everything... *pauses, before looking at Prowl, voice cracking lightly* Isn't there... anyway to get home...?
*mumble* I've been in the dark for so long.... *she finally pulls herself to her feet, sighing depressively* So again, I'm trapped.
*she picks the camera up, ignoring how it whirls, shakes a little, and makes a few eerily noises. Hell, she's used to it by now*
This might sound odd, but are there... ghosts around here? Can you see ghosts? *the look on her face suggests she's being very serious about this question*
Cybertron is full of technology and others like myself; Autobots. Before the Great War, though, we were at peace with the Decepticons until they've decided to take over the planet.
It's hard, fighting your own kind... Heh. I guess it helps a little when they're already dead. *she chuckles slightly, then coughs and holds her throat, wincing a bit. The bruise hurts a little*
Mm... That's annoying... *sigh* ... Are there others like you around?
*She closes her eyes and appears to be concentrating, before shaking her head slowly*
No, I don't think so.. Not yet, anyways. *She smiles sadly* But if you ever think there are, please don't hesitate to find me. I can help...
*she trails off as the sound of static comes from her bag, and a girl's voice- softer then Mio's but similar begins to sound from it*
Mio... stay away... run... Yae, why don't you come for me... I miss you please... Yae... Yae...
*Mio squeaks and drops the camera with a clack- it doesn't break, and she busies herself with pulling out the radio, ripping a charm necklace from it, the voice cuts off, and Mio is bright red, glaring at the radio and clutching the charm in her hand* ........
What's the matter?
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*she seems to feel his presence now and looks up, before jerking away with a gasp. Wiping at her eyes, she stares at him bizarrely, her eyes red and puffy from crying, and an interesting butterfly-like bruise on her neck, as though someone had tried to strangle her*
Wh...what are... you...?
*She's seen some pretty weird things before, but this possibly took the cake*
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*pause* ...What's an Autobot? *another pause as she looks around, a bit confused* And where am I now?
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As for where we are, a farm in an undisclosed area. Several others have been displaced here as well.
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It's been forever since I've seen the sun... *She takes in a deep, shuddering breath, and raises her head again, frowning lightly*
A farm? How did this happen...? I thought after everything... *pauses, before looking at Prowl, voice cracking lightly* Isn't there... anyway to get home...?
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[ He shook his head. ]
I've taken a view form the top of the barn, and I saw no road, mountain or city.
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*she picks the camera up, ignoring how it whirls, shakes a little, and makes a few eerily noises. Hell, she's used to it by now*
This might sound odd, but are there... ghosts around here? Can you see ghosts? *the look on her face suggests she's being very serious about this question*
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[ He shook his head. ]
No. Not yet, anyway.
I assume you do?
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*she frowns and gazes down at the Camera for a moment, deciding to change the subject now* What's your...world, like?
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Cybertron is full of technology and others like myself; Autobots. Before the Great War, though, we were at peace with the Decepticons until they've decided to take over the planet.
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...They don't sound very nice at all. *frown*
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But, they're like us, our kind.
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It's hard, fighting your own kind... Heh. I guess it helps a little when they're already dead. *she chuckles slightly, then coughs and holds her throat, wincing a bit. The bruise hurts a little*
Mm... That's annoying... *sigh* ... Are there others like you around?
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You can see dead people, like those I've seen around back home -- although, it's assumed they're con artists, some of them.
There are none here, though, correct?
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No, I don't think so.. Not yet, anyways. *She smiles sadly* But if you ever think there are, please don't hesitate to find me. I can help...
*she trails off as the sound of static comes from her bag, and a girl's voice- softer then Mio's but similar begins to sound from it*
Mio... stay away... run...
Yae, why don't you come for me... I miss you
please... Yae... Yae...
*Mio squeaks and drops the camera with a clack- it doesn't break, and she busies herself with pulling out the radio, ripping a charm necklace from it, the voice cuts off, and Mio is bright red, glaring at the radio and clutching the charm in her hand* ........
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