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[rifleseye]

— It feels like he's a hair's trigger away from reverting back to whatever state of panic he was previously in. His false-built composure and calculus slipping just enough to reveal a hint of the scientist that was left to die on Turmoil's ship. But then there is the static balm of white noise at the edge of his awareness, and it is... oddly enough to keep that panic at bay.

He realizes, belatedly, that in his stupor he revealed perhaps a little too much than he ever intended. He stops feeling the seam in his hip, now wringing his hands together, his gaze landing anywhere but in Prowl's direction. He wants for the elevator to stop. He wants to just stand, and vent, and pull himself back together.

Perceptor was able to run away before. No, Savant was. Not Perceptor. He can't pull that same trick again when it so obviously didn't work. It just prolonged the amount of time it took for Airies to find him. He got lucky a war got in the way.

The scientist hadn't realized how much such a simple thing would affect him. He feels like a newforge all over again. He worries his bottom lip until he tastes warm energon on his tongue. What does he say? He finally looks at Prowl, scraps of his composure stitched back together enough that he can somewhat detach himself from the situation again.

"Alright," he says carefully, conscious of the fact his voice might crack at any moment, "I-I'll stay. It's... There's..." He thinks of the secondary brain, strung up in his torso, all wire and neural nets, overheated and overused. He thinks of prodding needles. And then he thinks about his spilled drink on the pavement outside Maccadam's. A conversation, perhaps, for a drunken, shared moment in some forgotten place outside a bar.

"I can provide my memory logs providing the information involving Airies' role in Protihex's old regime. But I can't do anything about physical evidence. It was too long ago now, and I do not imagine the ISR is still functional, nor their Outlier research."

Perceptor has never truly raised his voice at him. It's not a very relevant thought, his processor unhelpfully supplies as the other's EM field jolts outward- Prowl makes a could-be-anticipatory-flinch movement- and dissipates into nothing. Still, the train of thought persists. The scientist had always been cordial- in his anger, in his words, in everything the tactician expected, both consciously and subconsciously. Detatched, methodic and borderline-practical in a way Prowl could understand and preferred. Prowl looks the change between them in the eye, in the form of Perceptor's lie. A very bad one, and they both know it. Perceptor's association- murders, experiments, everything the other leaves unaddressed in his involvement- if he were to ask the other's outlier status... well. Prowl doesn't. A moment passes in silence. The tactician unbristles his mind. It feels like tearing a piece of plating, except a little worse, because this was thoroughly abstract- nothing tactile he could hold onto, nothing real enough to assess risk. His EM field settles to a low hum. A blanket of white noise. A concious, nonphysical hand on Perceptor's shoulder. Prowl stands, restlessly silent. When he speaks again, it is with overcompensating caution. "He won't have you." Because find you wouldn't work- it was too late. "Airies. You know I both know I can't promise nothing will happen. But I need you for the investigation. I need- I can-" Where else can you go? remains unspoken. In its place, Prowl fills in, voice tight; "If you truly believe it may come to it- I will ensure your life over any cost. Should it be necessary, I can hide you. But I can only do so- with you here."

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[nerves-nebula]

I wanna put Splinter in a blender.

Not in a cannibalism way, ick, but more of a "i think your last minutes alive should be in a buzzsaw jacuzzi you rat fuck bastard."

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you guys sure are violent

[skreebat]

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[asimplewonder]

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[shadowbugzimmy]

*Begins an entire murder spree of my toys as Feral Mode kicks in, stronger than ever* RRRRRRRRRRRRRR *Rips apart even the toughest playthings, including the ones built for Shadowbugs*

*Helps my dad destroy the toys, my teefers doing a bit of work* RRR

*Walks in and sees the destruction unfolding* ...I'll come back later... *Backs out of the room*

[wyvernwarlock]

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[david2no]

RRRRRRRRRRRRRR ! #attitude #rrr (à Piscine Pailleron) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoCwReJFVbc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=191o6y5j2qvp0