[[Open, video]]

[not_your_gun]

[The video cuts in suddenly, static-laced and foggy at the edges as steam rolls by. Its Magnum, the faintest hint of terror being tightly locked under a grim visage as he is thoroughly power-washed by drones in The Silver Bullet's locker rooms.]

Soundwave.[He isn't bothering to lock this--that would take too much time, and he fears he has none

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[greasemunkygal]

Magnum, what's going on?

[greasemunkygal]

[She feels a little sick to her stomach. She doesn't know if she can explain this away.]

I don't know! I'm not being dragged anywhere.

[show_my_cannons]

He said you were!

[greasemunkygal]

Well, I'm not.

[She's not, technically. She's going willingly, and holding up her end of a bargain.]

[show_my_cannons]

...

What... is going on! Answer me!

[greasemunkygal]

Nothing! I'm not being dragged anywhere Ironhide, I'm telling you the truth! Do you not trust me?!

[show_my_cannons]

Why would he say it, then! Why!

[greasemunkygal]

I...I don't know! He must have misunderstood something!

[show_my_cannons]

...

I dislike this.

[greasemunkygal]

It's fine, Ironhide. Really. I'm not getting dragged anywhere, promise.

[show_my_cannons]

[Pause.]

Are you being taken?

[greasemunkygal]

[She sounds impatient.]

No, I'm not. I'm dropping this now, okay?

[show_my_cannons]

...

[/Disconnect.]

[not_your_gun]

M...Mikaela...

[He stares at you for a long, long while...specifically trying to think of something he wanted to say--or didn't want to say if he was not himself...

...and finally just gives in, and says nothing, his optics flickering once more.]

You are so kind to me. Always...

[greasemunkygal]

[AHAHAAH oh God Magnum you're going to get her in deep trouble.]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[not_your_gun]

...I just wanted to tell you.

How much I appreciate it.

You...don't have to accept it. I know it's not worth much coming from me...