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here...Klank PINpoints into a secluded area of the nexus hub he and others have simply come to know as "the dressing room." Not much activity on this end, but this was the usual place he and his comrades would use to enter and exit without being noticed by the majority of the hub populace. The surrounding walls are a lined with very large
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"Sniff over there," says the mech, pointing off to one side. "He said he dropped it over here yesterday."
As the Pretender bear shell moves to do as asked, however, it notices they are not alone and bares its fangs, growling. The mech turns and looks up, jaw dropping open and optics widening.
"Klank... You're...you're...! And you -- the rust! Oh, Primus!" He points with one shaking finger, then turns and hightails it back into the jungle of lockers, howling at the top of his vocalizer. "RAAAAATCHET! IT'S KLANK! COSMIC RUST! ZOMBIE KLANK WITH COSMIC RUST!Its owner and other half having lost his nerve, the bear shell's courage vanishes in an instant, the furry beastie running after the ( ... )
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*She watches the mech and the creature go, blinkblinking with large optics* Er... I suppose fear of the dead returned is a much different sort of thing, than fear of pain or death. Will the others... react like that?
((Ah, good luck with that. Nosy artist here wonders what you're working on. ;} ))
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Err… had they ever, Primus. Jet knew (vaguely in some cases through the Allspark) of what happened on Charr, in the Crypt, on the Nemesis, on Tau Ceti III, the far, frozen North… the Bar. And that was only recently. When the Dead (often The Vengeful Dead) got involved… things happened, yes ma’am, Jet could testify to that ( ... )
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Only this one doesn't read quite the same for those who can sense it. No... This one is just as dead as Klank. But as he leaps out into view and lands on all fours, massive silver claws digging into the floor, it's obvious that he's in far better shape, his spark well settled into a shell that is partially covered in deep brown fur. Crouching only a good leap away from the trio, he regards them through burning red optics. He twitches as if to leap in Klank's direction, body coiled for the strike, but the sight of Jet is stopping him.
"What the frag does it take to kill you, creep?" he snarls at Klank. "Tell your buddies to step back. This won't be as pretty as the last time you went out, ( ... )
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This made things a bit more… um… aw… Jet didn’t think there was a word that properly described what this made the situation. Dead guy was dead. Okay. Possessing a shell - lugnuts, that was a weird alt. Dead guy was possessing a shell and looking pretty settled in, maybe a little too settled in (no way to tell if this was a case of possession like The Commander’s or something that bound him to the shell a little tighter, approximated life just a little more… not without doing something that he might notice and go off on) given the differing degrees of dead there could be.
Interesting. Weird. Complicated. Words that were close enough, probably. Made things both harder and easier if he had to fight this guy. Some of his spectral tricks probably wouldn’t work on this guy. Some things that wouldn’t work on the living… however… probably would on him. Give and take.
Different. Hey, that was it. Different. That’s the word.
//Priestess, ma’am… what are you sensing off this one? I wasn’t expecting another one of Us, and this ( ... )
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*she slides forward with a slow, wary, decidedly non-threatening step (come now, does she look like she could hurt anything?)* Please... do not threaten him. He is here for a purpose, and not for a battle; I urge you to withold your opinion of him, at least long enough to hear him out. *she is studiously placid, but there is a hint of nervous entreaty in her tone. Don't make this difficult...*
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I could be wrong. Dead wrong. Er… not punning, ma’am, honest, but, things could get, uh, dicier than we thought if there’s a scrap.//
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The mention of Chainclaw keeping Steiner away does prompt a frustrated huff and slight baring of fans on Klank's part, however. "And please... I must see Steiner, even if just for a moment. I am falling to pieces where I stand! Steiner is the only one left among the living who was still loyal to me in the end."
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I am Auspex, a servant of Primus. I do know who I am defending, and what sort of person he was. I understand why you have little to no reason to trust him, or even let him live. But I do have reasons to trust him, and I promise you that he is not the same as before. I am an empath, via information from Primus himself; Klank has told me of his wish to redeem himself, and I can feel his sincerity ( ... )
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… he had no clue what these creatures were supposed to be either.
“I’m Jet, one of the Guardians of the Allspark,” he said, treating this new arrival with the same steady, calm look he’d been giving Dead Guy, now identified as Moledive. “I assure you that none of us have come to harm any of you. As the Priestess said, all he wishes to do is see his friend… and perhaps talk with your Ratchet if he’ll allow it. There’s no need for violence - regardless of any… uh, ‘help’, Klank will be gone soon enough.”
“And, yes, I do know. The Allspark knows. What he’s done shows plainly on his hands and on his Spark. I See it.” And what Catilla and Moledive had done showed plainly on theirs. Jet did not bother to point that out, however. Bad Timing was the word. “I also See that desire for ( ... )
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"Sarcasm aside, I am actually NOT interested in seeing a throw down at the moment. Auspex and Jet are correct; I am no longer interested in leading what remains of my life as a killer...not that I have much life left to live at this point. But if you honestly feel the need to tear me shreds here and now, at least leave Auspex out of this. I fear not for Jet due to what he is, but I will not allow anyone to die for my sake. That is not something I deserve."
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