12th Picture [Phone] Holy shit.

[bestpapaever]

[Phone]

[Upon drinking that blasted tea, Hughes is now quite affected by the horrible, terrible raven curse shit... It's kind of ironic, considering he doesn't even really like tea--he was just trying to be nice. So much for that now. If you could only see the unpleasantly scary smile that accompanies his mouth right now when he picks up the phone

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[weaponsparked]

... How drunk are you, right now?

[best_papa_evar]

Drunk? Cute, but I haven't had anything since that wonderful little tea party the other day--aaah, and that's I suddenly realized! Everyone here is hopeless and deserves to rot in their shoes. You understand that, robot? Rotting? It's an interesting process, really. And to think I'm probably doing that back in my world, as we speak!

Ha, ha, it's a damn shame.

[weaponsparked]

... What are you talking about?

And yes, you've mentioned the whole "being dead" thing previously.

[best_papa_evar]

You're not very good at following basic English, are you? Use your brain--everything here is great. All these crybabies whining about going home and seeing their cute wittle families deserve to get slapped around. Just shut up and either hide in your houses or get violently killed off for my amusement, I say~♪

[weaponsparked]

... No one's killing anyone of mine while I function. I suggest you go sleep it off. Whatever... it... is.

[best_papa_evar]

There's nothing to sleep off--you really are something else. Did switching over to a fleshy, gross brain ruin your thinking pattern? It's understandable that you're dense, though, considering the people you're surrounded by. All these pathetic, inferior humans, right? Moping about home, bitching and moaning and never getting anything done.

They deserve it, of course, everything that happens.

[weaponsparked]

You sound like your processor's been... overclocked or something.

Not those I look after. They've done nothing wrong. Nothing to deserve anything.

[best_papa_evar]

And again with that silly vocabulary of yours--tsk, tsk, tsk.

Really? They bitch and moan--isn't that incentive enough for them to get what they deserve?

[weaponsparked]

... It's not silly. It's how I've spoken for centuries.

No. Not my Jolt. Or those we look after.

[best_papa_evar]

[And a sharp, pained noise at Jolt's name--of course that still lingers, but he tries not to let it linger long. Y'know, evil-ish and whatnot.]

What chance do any of you have? Time and time again you fall flat on your faces and call it progress--all you're doing is fighting for abso-fucking-lutely nothing. And for what? Friendship? Familial ties?

HA.

[He sounds a little strained, and he grips the phone tightly in his hand.]

[weaponsparked]

A damned better chance than any delusional human monkey raving at me over the phones.

For what? For a cause. To see the Autobot I care for rightfully returned to a place that won't get him executed for doing nothing wrong. To protect those I promised I would.

[best_papa_evar]

Ha ha ha, do you think thought so very often? 'Human monkey'? Do you think that about most of the people in this town? I guess I can't blame you. You can't protect anyone here, and you know it.

[FINALLY, he slaps a hand over his mouth and stifles a cough. The Raven's Blood tries to come back up, but he quickly forces it down like bile.]

...

There's nothing you can do. You're stuck here until you're lucky enough to become a pathetic drone. That's all.

[weaponsparked]

I think that about the majority of your race. It's no secret that I find you inferior. I've never bothered making it one.

... Yes, I can. I will. It's what I was designed to do.

I'm getting him home. I'm taking him back when I find a way. You can sit here and rot if you want to, but Jolt and I are going back where we belong, even if it kills me.

[best_papa_evar]

[JUST.

HORRIBLE LAUGHTER.]

[weaponsparked]

What?

[best_papa_evar]

You're never escaping.

That's what.