Der Geist von, was ich war
Dec. 4th, 2007 @ 08:42 pm
The tall blond appears suddenly, bright sword slicing down toward something that is barely seen before it disintegrates to shards of light and vanishes. She whirls, sword sweeping up....
And stares bemusedly at the sign. "Teletraan, what is this?"
You are feeling:
"Poyo? Pyapa? Nesus!" Kirby waves his stubby arms happily.
She looks at the tiny thing and blinks, then dismisses her sword and goes to one knee in attempt to get closer to its level. "I beg your pardon?"
"Nexus!" Kirby flails around at their surroundings.
"This is Nexus?" She puts out a hand to him, seeing if it's alright for her to lift him and get them more at the same level.
Kirby nods and takes her hand. "Ahah!"
"I see. What is your name?" Her mouth curves slightly.
"Teletraan? Isn't that that old computer model the Autobots used to use?"
She blinks at sight of the creature, then blinks again. "Used to use?"
Darkscream nods. "Yeah, I haven't seen one of those since I was a glider."
Which must have been, oh, vorns ago, at least.
Prima tries to contact Telatraan and is confused at her failure to do so. She's even further confused by her inability to sense anything about the blue thing. All this shows as a deepening frown on her face.
Darkscream's no expert on humans, but he peers at her all the same. "What?"
And against all reason she is registering as human, though she doesn't realize it. "What are you?"
"Who, me? I'm a Predacon. You know, from Cybertron." He frowns.
"But." Her frown deepens. "What is a.... Wait." She looks around, understanding dawning. "This is real."
"Of course it's real." He looks around. "I mean, sure, it looks like some kind of carnival, but it's still real." Real enough to follow you home, even.
Her face furrows with confusion. "But that's not possible."
Darkscream gives her a funny look. "Huh? What do you mean it's not possible, it's right in front of you."
He stares blankly. "...Huh?"
"I...." She lifts her hands slightly and stares at them. "Optimus Prima died stellar cycles ago and returned to the Matrix. My being here isn't possible."
That gets her a suspicious look. And then he gives a cry of "Darkscream, Terrorise!"
The Predacon shifts into robot mode and bends down to eye her. "What are you talking about? Who are you?"
At the shout she takes a wider stance and lifts her hand, which starts glowing slightly. But then she stops and eyes him in return.
"I am a protective program for the Autobot mainframe, Teletraan 2. Who are you
"I'm Darkscream... wait, if you're a computer program, how come you're outside a computer? Is that just a hologram?"
"I told you this is impossible." She looks down at herself again, her sword flashing into sight and then slicing down into the nearest couch. "Can holograms do this?"
"No..." Darkscream frowns. "So what are you then?"
"I don't know." The sword vanishes as she looks down at the damaged couch.
"And what've you got to do with Optimus Prime?" He's not sure if he misheard her back there, so he's going to go with the likely option.
"I'm based on the personality and image of Optimus Prima, former Autobot Prime who died due to damage sustained in a battle with Megatron."
"You're... Optimus... Prime?" Pause.
And Darkscream bursts out laughing.
She watches him, one slender brow arching quizzically though her face remains largely expressionless.
"I can't believe you're stuck in a wimpy body like that!" Yyep, he's still laughing.
"It's sufficient for the current situation." She shrugs, wondering just who this is.
He just gives another laugh. "Maybe for now. But I bet Megatron'll love it when he hears about this!"
"He?" She shrugs again. "If Megatron has issues 'he' can come and voice them. And die again."
"Huh?" He looks quizzical for a second. "Is everyone dead in your world?"
"My world is Telraan. But Optimus Prima's last memory is of passing the Matrix to Ultra Magnus with others present, so I would conclude that they aren't." Still with the stern cold look.
Darkscream doesn't notice. He's caught up with grumbling. "Oh, that's just great. Ultra Magnus with the Matrix. What's next?"
She's about ready to kick his aft now. The sword reappears as her face takes on a look of grim certainty.
Darkscream looks down at her, snickering. "What, you want to fight?"
There's a slight flash, and suddenly in place of the tall human woman there's a tall red and blue mech.
"I want to clear the refuse from my presence, Decepticon scum." She takes a menacing step toward him, sword gleaming.
...And it says something about Darkscream that his first reaction is an indignant "Decepticon!?
" He glares for a second, before the change gets through and he blinks. "Hey, h-how'd you do that?"
He's not backing away for any real reason. He just, uh, likes the shade a bit better over here...
Prima follows, the sword coming up menacingly. "The situation warranted it."
He shakes his head, transforming again and taking off. "All right, that's it, this is too much freakiness for one day! I'm outta here!"
Prima watches him go, then fades back to human form and looks around forlornly.