Day/Video/Not Deaging
[On the peak of Demonreach, an island off the coast of the City, there's a visible plume of smoke curling up from the even further decimated ruins of the lighthouse and the completely wrecked splinters of the hut. Just visible over the edge of the cliff, the crumbled form of a Decepticon is laying eerily still.
Harry's face swings into view.]
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Or would it be more accurate to say he's been moved? There's another squishy on the scene, one Knock Out had missed or overlooked in his initial hasty scan of the situation, one that seems to have just grappled Rinzler out of the way of Knock Out's attack.
He compensates his trajectory midair, one hand impacting with the ground on the far side of the supine Soundwave from where Knock Out launched. One neat handspring and a twist of his body later and Knock Out's landed on his feet. He scans the scene again-- two skin jobs, one malicious program, and Soundwave-- and makes a show of raising both his hands, the crackling tip of his prod pointing into the sky.
He smiles.]
Well. This is the quite the little mess, isn't it?
[His voice is light, reassuring, almost sleazily ingratiating, but his red and black ( ... )
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Mn, as you wish~. I'll tell him.
[A still, angular shoulder gets a pat, the kind of physical intimacy Knock Out wouldn't dare if Soundwave was conscious. Knock Out casts one last regretful glance at Rinzler, then turns his attention to maneuvering the clumsy transport out of there. Loathe though he is to pass up an opportunity this good to poke at the recalcitrant program, he is more than happy to put the two dangerous humans behind him.]
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I'll try giving him a shot of Cure now.
[ She looks back at Harry, eyes dark, half-lidded; she still has adrenaline running through her veins and no fight to take it out on. Harry's here, though, and she may still be mad at him, but that makes it even more tempting to try and pin him up against the wall of his apartment. ]
I would really rather not wait that long.
[ There's a slight lick of her lips, and Rebecca looks back at Rinzler, hands glowing green before she casts. She doesn't know if it will work, but maybe it will work better on a program than it even does on herself; she's not a healer, but she's a tech geek, and she has more knowledge of programs than she does of the human body (she certainly knows enough to injure and kill one or to provide first aid, but she's no doctor). ]
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Right. Might wanna stand over here beside me...just in case.
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Footsteps, approaching. Not rushed, not hurried-no need to be, with him like this. Voice-the user's voice. The one who did this. Wariness-cold fury-uselessness spike disjointed through his processing, connections still broken by jagged bursts of power. Rinzler does jerk back, does push away as proximity registers-only to lock up partway, unending noise a ragged snarl as electricity cracks through his unsteady barriers, disrupting the fragments of motion he'd managed to section off.
And then there's a coolness, a vague rush of not-energy, and the crackling pressure... fades. Not much, not gone, but internals spark, potential slackens, and he can feel his systems shifting. Realigning.
He can move.
Rinzler's mask snaps up as visuals return, fixes on the user-green? He disregards the junk data, seizes his body and moves it, twisting ( ... )
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The program is moving, though, getting up -- and has his disks, which she'll have to ask Quorra about in the future. For now, though... ]
I'm not going to attack you unless you attack me first. But I'd get out of here, if I were you.
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I'd do what she says. She's not a patient woman from what I hear.
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None of them is "indecisive".
The mask doesn't move, but his gaze flickers between the pair as he takes a step back. His processing's at half-function at best, but this doesn't take calculation. Two severe threats, his own state barely mobile. This fight can wait for later ( ... )
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