Raining Mechs and Dogs

[jazzingitup]

Characters: Jazz, open (whoever wants to find him basically)
Content: Jazz's very subtle arrival.
Location: Outskirts of Iacon
Time of day: Early evening
Warnings: n/a
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active

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[chromefatale]

((OoC: Joining you from hereThe Perceptors, as Chromia chose to call them after they'd all been introduced, were very boring, to say the least. They were scientists, not exactly her usual company, and the prattled on to each other about opposing theories of their universes. Against her better judgment, Chromia had decided to lead their makeshift trio, generally ignoring the two behind her in favor of scanning the area with all sensors to see if there should happen to be anything of interest, or any threats

[scientificlife]

For the most part, Perceptor ignore Chromia just as much as she was ignoring the sniper and scientist. He had nothing against her really, outside of her poor attitude, but he figure for the sake of keeping things civil, he'd just focus on his double.

Their expedition to the Autobot base had proven a bust, no sign of any other beings there--at least not yet. So they had continued to trek onward, Perceptor striking up the occasional conversation with his double, intrigued to learn more about him, to learn more about the differences between their realities.

And then something was picked up on his scanners about the moment Chromia spoke up.

"Might as well follow," he murmured to his companion, watching the femme transform before following her, his pace much quicker now but as long as he could keep his scanners locked on her, he wasn't worried about losing track of her.

[vita_scientia]

Perceptor wasn't one to hold a grudge, fortunately, though he, too, had been mostly ignoring Chromia as well. Not out of irritation or any petty need to exclude her, but merely out of his own absent-minded curiosity. Given a choice between happily chattering on - by request, even - about his reality and science, or wading through stilted dialogue with the militant femme, the choice had been an obvious and simple one.

Those few times when the conversation had lulled with his counterpart, and Perceptor had been considering attempting to strike up something with Chromia, he'd been quickly distracted by the appearance of other life forms. Not mechs, of course, as the only ones he had seen thus far were his traveling companions, but the other lesser creatures that he had been expecting to see around Cybertron: glitchmice, mecharats, even a turbofox at one point, skittering nervously down an alley. Those sighting had, of course, merely opened new dissertations with his counterpart regarding the nature of their circumstances

[jazzingitup]

Currently, there was not much Jazz could do, much less move in his current condition. So he busied himself with watching the two turbofoxes that sniffed around him and tried to pick out any other signs of life with what sensors he had that weren't damaged.

Sadly Jazz was not picking up any other life signs around here, and he was beginning to wonder if he was just going to bleed out here.

[scientificlife]

(Branching down here before it gets cramped.)

Perceptor did indeed notice the slight change in the way his counterpart was holding himself, his fingers stilling briefly as he watched the scientist work. He couldn't claim to know exactly what was going on inside the other's processor but he himself knew that anytime something like that was said, he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit offended. He knew Jazz meant not harm but...

Absently his hand brushed against Percy's as he began to work again, a slight 'It's alright' sort of gesture as the sniper once more focused on the task at hand.

"I do not believe this is your Well of Allsparks, Chromia, if you will pardon my intrusion on the conversation," he spoke up after the femme had said her piece, not bothering to glance up. "I believe there is something else going on entirely."

[vita_scientia]

Perceptor would have offered some comfort to Jazz-- if he knew how to do so for the odd Autobot, or thought that it might have been accepted in the least. He had no expectation of success for either, though, and so merely did the only thing he can: he continued his repair work. He did, however, offer his counterpart a thin flicker of a smile of gratitude for that small gesture of comfort

[jazzingitup]

"It hurt like the Pit." Jazz admitted freely. "But otherwise my memory cuts off right there. Next thing I know I was fallin' an' then I made this lovely crater right here."

He gestured with his free hand and twitched again as one of the Perceptors twigged something sensitive inside of him. "I have ta agree with ya. Kinda empty for the Well. There's at least a couple people I'd like to see again."

Jazz paused then added. "What do the two of ya call the afterlife if not the Well?"

[chromefatale]

Their comments on the population made sense. She had seen enough good mech die and killed enough bad one that there should at least be one bot in view at all times, assuming this place was the size of the real Iacon. Although, it was possible that maybe everyone was amassing somewhere. They'd find out one way or another.

"Just because you don't know about sometime doesn't mean it doesn't exist," she pointed out to the two Perceptors. She didn't know much about science, but even though she lacked the knowledge didn't mean parts of it didn't exist.

[jazzingitup]

"More or less. I'm at least pretty sure I've been offed." Jazz replied blithely. To realize that Chromia too, had passed was a blow which he hid the reactions to immediately. "If people could come back from the Well, we wouldn't call it the Well of All-sparks. It's kinda called the afterlife 'cause it's AFTER ya life is over and out of reach for the living."

Jazz vented some air and shook his head. "I suppose this is all moot point 'til we get some more info, maybe talk to a few people more."

[chromefatale]

"You have," Chromia confirmed. It was cold and hard, but true, and she saw no reason to obscure the truth from her comrade. He had already guessed at it anyhow. "I think I have as well. I remember being in a bad state, anyhow."

Chromia averted her gaze, uninterested in seeing her temporary companions reactions to her revelation. Now wasn't the time for sympathy. They couldn't be alone here. She scanned the area, but picked up nothing more than the same cyberfox from before. Well, that might not last.

"We should get to cover. Have you at least stabilized him?" she asked, looking back to the two scientists as she pushed herself up into a standing position.

[scientificlife]

The revelation was a bit of a surprise but, at the same time, considering how she had immediately assumed this place was the well of All Sparks, Perceptor had been wondering. He didn't say anything though, nor did he show any emotion, concentrating on the task at hand.

If she were looking for comfort of any sort, she certainly wouldn't have been looking for it from an unknown mech.

"Yes, at least enough to move him," he said in response to her question, looking to his companion with a quirked optic ridge. "Unless there is something we have missed."

[vita_scientia]

"Throughout the universe, there are accounts of those who have supposedly traveled to their own version of an afterlife and returned," Perceptor replies with a small shrug. "Whether these are factual accounts, or merely incidences of somnolent paralysis or can be attributed to other physiological phenomena remains unclear in many cases. What is clear, however, is that we have no documented incidences of such from my reality that I am aware of. That would tend to indicate a lack of said state." Another faint shrug as he concentrates on isolating the last major electrical faults in Jazz's systems