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[desolavi]

ACTION | PARK | BACKDATED TO JUNE 3, LATE AFTERNOON & EVENING | LOCKED TO weaponsparked

[ despite all the fuss and chaos that spilled over the city -- plenty of killing and fighting going around, apparently -- the quiet areas of the park were still seki's sanctuary. he never really broke his habit of visiting the park during the afternoons and evenings, dozing

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[weaponsparked]

[He doesn't want to do it. He said he would never do it.]

[But he believes they've already engraved the sigil into his skin, already recolored his eyes. What else can he do? He has to protect Jolt. At all costs -- they can't hurt him, no matter what they force him to do.]

[One of his arms is in a sling, but he's still carrying the knife. He doesn't really expect to run into anyone, least of all his assigned target. So... when he does stumble across him, Sideswipe just stands there, staring.]

[weaponsparked]

[At first, he freezes, startled. The feel of a blade in flesh is far different than the feel of it when he fights his own kind. He very nearly drops the knife. The sounds, the sight of blood... it's so different, and it clenches the vise around his chest a little tighter until he wants to scream.]

[But then his expression turns neutral. His rigid posture relaxes. The insane sense of calm begins to take over. He's done this before. Why should now be any different?]

[He takes the strike to the face, all the same, and it stings against the bleeding cuts. It's with that dispassionate, empty expression, that he watches the human fall, watches him struggle. Sideswipe's body steps forward, kneels.]

Then you'll die angry. That's good. You'll come after me, then.

[desolavi]

[ it's cold, and it hurts, and despite the stoic way he's dealt with the entire situation so far, seki's a bit scared now that his vision's starting to go black. there's an awful lot of his blood all over the place. ah, this sucks.

rasping for air as the other draws close and kneels before him, seki tries so hard to keep his wavering vision focused on that apathetic, inhuman expression. that's kinda mean, isn't it? to kill without feeling. worse than the act of killing itself. ]

... no I won't. [ a cough. ] I'll just be dead.

[ a moment passes where he struggles to breathe past the blood clogging his airway before he asks weakly, ] -- hey -- what's your name?

[weaponsparked]

[He holds himself very still, just watching. It's an odd thing to see. And he should feel more... be more sick. But he's shut down, shoved it all away. He can't protect Jolt if he's getting sick, if he's sobbing and begging forgiveness.]

When you return, you will be.

[Sideswipe falls silent. He's not sure, for a moment, of what to say. Lying would do him no good. He inhales slowly, and the air is thick with the smell of blood.]

... Sideswipe. I was an Autobot... once, for all that it matters to you.

[desolavi]

[ autobot. what the hell is an autobot. some sort of robot? haha, that's ridiculous. this guy doesn't look like a robot at all. robots don't bleed. and what kind of name is 'sideswipe?'

he can't help laughing dryly at that. ]

... kind of a stupid name.

[ his eyelids are feeling awfully heavy by now, and seki tries not to think about how pathetic it is to die like this. at least it's stopped hurting too much. it's almost peaceful, when he closes his eyes and lets himself drift away. ]

[weaponsparked]

[He makes a quiet, noncommittal sound at that, but otherwise doesn't respond. Maybe he needs to start thinking about a new name for himself. Something more fitting with what he's done.]

[He crouches there, near the body, until he's certain that the human is dead. As much as he'd like to move him out of immediate view, to put him somewhere less visible, more respectful, he can't lift the body with his collar bone broken.]

[So instead, he rearranges the limbs, arms crossed over the chest, feet neatly together. The knife stays by the human's side. It's all he can do.]

... I'm so sorry.

[And then he leaves. He has a phone call to make.]