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Post by scaleblade on May 18, 2013 18:45:06 GMT -5
The strangest thing occurred.
It took some days, but the entire structure of the once Gorefoot Castle disappeared; suddenly and without warning. Those who still inhabited it had the misfortune of simply plummeting into the meadow-y ground below. A barren, boring field was all that was left. There was no rift or rapture in the world that signified any sort of foul play... it was simply... gone.
Time passed and the field was unmolested by most, as they were fearful to approach the former home of the Protoforms. What kind of trick could it be? Likely no one cared to know to find out.
But none of it was as strange as it's sudden... return. With a fierce crack of lightning it's dark silhouette once again haunted the horizon. The same.. and yet... completely different. In what seemed like only weeks... the castle seemed to have gained the age of centuries. It was worn down and ill kept, with its technorganic rocks groaning it's weariness beneath its own weight. The moat around it dried with the ancient, now rock-like bones of horrible beasts laying in it's bed.
No sign of life came from it. No one came... no one went... be its inhabitants alive? Or was this place now a standing marker for their final death? Had the self-proclaimed immortals realized just how mortal they may be...?
No one knew... at least... not yet.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 18, 2013 20:14:41 GMT -5
Despite all that they had brought to the world... it did not take long for one to decide to find out. Torn feelings had plagued the hellscream-altered Terrorcon as he entered the grounds warily. This could be a horrible disaster, Mindwipe knew... but it could also mean good things for his extended family. Dagon had disappeared with the castle, disappeared with his mother and father in such a sudden and terrifying way before his uncle and siblings' eyes... He had been the one to tell Movor what had happened. He was the only one who could bear to... As he continued into the castle, he started to emit small subsonic pulses to map the area around him. Their family had too many orphans already. He would be damned again if he didn't dare try to rectify that. Though the level of decay... even the apparent death of Nessie as he crossed the moat. "Please don't let me find a trail of graves... " He muttered to himself.
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Post by scaleblade on May 18, 2013 20:49:58 GMT -5
The inside, which held all the grandeur of it's very human inspiration at one point, was now barren. As if it were raided of all of its utility as well as its glory. Walls were broken, wires were frayed and dead and windows were shattered. Dust and dank would fill his sensory circuits as he progressed. Fortunate it was he had his strengthened sense of hearing and the sonar to provide him any sort of indication as to who or what or why the castle may be in such drab condition it was in.
As he progressed... there. He would hear the sound reflecting off of something undoubtedly metal. It was something higher, in the upper reaches. He would have to ascend the stairwell, the very one that had large chunks taken out of it. Climbing it would probably seem... unwise.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 19, 2013 14:22:46 GMT -5
Mindwipe frowned for a moment, looking towards the source of the sound. This... did not bode well. Flicking his claws out, he transformed into beast mode and started to climb across the walls surrounding the staircase. For once he felt glad despite his change in name and form, Hellscream had not seen fit to remove the squirrel elements from his alt mode. It made this trek simpler in the long run. A thought came to mind as he called out up the passage wave with a simple "Hello?" At this point, he was as good as dead if they wanted him done in. Announcing himself would make no difference.
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Post by scaleblade on May 19, 2013 16:38:22 GMT -5
The sound echoed and the cold rock groaned as if to reply. A slight breeze was the cause, nothing more.
Should Mindwipe follow the original sound he picked up, as there was no doubt he wouldn't, it would lead him to what was quite likely the master suite, wherein the pair would privately dwell.
Would he enter a sight that seemed unfortunately characteristic of them was ripe and ready to behold.
The room appeared to have been rifled through violently at least twice over. Indications of weapons fire and small craters would clearly mark some kind of violent battle. But the most haunting call card of the protoforms was perhaps also the most.. peculiar.
Pinned, flayed, torn variations of the Beast Wars hero wildly known as the chivalrous Silverbolt were displayed upon the walls as a grisly sort of 'wallpaper'. They were all very dead and some of the appeared to have been so for a very very long time if the extent of their rust was anything to go by. The floor was stained in their mech fluids and footsteps appeared to walk in and out of the puddles with varied shapes and paces.
There was a sign of hope within this twisted Sistine Chapel... two, really. The first being that two particular corpses were not to be seen, neither wing nor claw nor leg. The other.. that one of the of the torn and half eaten corpses.. seemed... fresher than the others. Enough so that the mech fluids that had gathered beneath it were still sticky below one's feet.
A very good sign.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 20, 2013 6:25:03 GMT -5
Mindwipe blinked for a moment, taking in the air of the room as he looked around it. They were definitely here, though it seemed they had released a torrent upon the multiverse. The fact the floor was still sticky left him curious for a moment as he looked around the floor in front of him, looking for any sort of footprint. With his other hand, he activated his terrorcon comm unit, sending a message to Ridley. ~Rids... Gorefoot castle is back. It looks like THEY might be back...~ A part of him wondered as he walked further in the room... if this body was here... where were they?
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Post by scaleblade on May 20, 2013 15:37:27 GMT -5
A great majority of the tracks, which would be a feat in itself to track due to the infuriating combination of the extensive damage and the sheer amount of mec h fluid that had been spilled, they seemed to convene to one place. To possibly the one piece of furniture that had not been overturned. A bookcase... with a single book sitting oddly upright.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 21, 2013 0:09:43 GMT -5
It was almost too simple for the mech's eyes. How did he miss that in the first place, he wondered to himself as he walked over and knelt next to the book. He took a moment to read it's title before grabbing at it and attempting to remove it from the shelf. "Please don't have this release the lava." He manages to mutter to himself for a moment.
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Post by scaleblade on May 21, 2013 3:17:53 GMT -5
It was a rather large, thick book. One particularly noteworthy in Earth History: War and Peace.
As he plucked it from its cradle a very large number of hums and clicks sounded behind him. A cold metal barrel rested upon the back of his head.
"An uninvited guest..." A cruel voice came from behind. Femine, but on the lower octave in the scale of female voices. Also distinctly robotic which suggested the voice came from a non-organic creature. The metal barrel pressed harder into the back of his skull. "Not only uninvited... but nosy, too..."
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Post by JagwarKnight on May 21, 2013 10:42:14 GMT -5
"Come Come My dear angel of the dark." Came another voice, male in tone but similar to the female in that it too had a lower octave and a more robotic tone. "Atlest he is different from the last few guests we had."
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Post by scaleblade on May 21, 2013 14:33:40 GMT -5
"How do you know that?" She snarled as the weapon kept tight against Mindwipe. "How many times have we played this scenario out? He's no different from all the others." The weapon clicks as it's ammunition is prepared to be fired.
"Let me kill him. Maybe it will fix everything. It did before. Just let me kill him."
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Post by smokedtoast on May 21, 2013 21:44:06 GMT -5
"Nosy nothing, you disappeared with half my stuff the last time this castle was here." Mindwipe replied with a snort, refusing to show fear at the moment. As much as the barrel of the weapon was pressed against his head, it would only take one sharp vibration to set off one of the rounds within and destroy the weapon. At least that was the case any other time with the kind of barrel he felt against his head, there was no telling so far if this was even his Scaleblade and Rampage. Their voices seemed far too metallic for it to be the case. Taking a guess, he comments further. "And it didn't fix things last time, else I wouldn't be standing here today. Or have you forgotten already?"
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Post by scaleblade on May 21, 2013 22:10:47 GMT -5
"Last time...?" She repeats him quizzically. "Have we passed so many world's that now we're passing through that we have already been..."
She taps her gun harshly against his skull.
"I do wonder why we possibly would have let you live... can you think of a reason, dearest?"
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Post by JagwarKnight on May 21, 2013 22:13:34 GMT -5
"... Dear, I do believe that is Mindwipe and that we are, for lack of better term, 'home' finally" he said in a slightly bored tone. "Strange that he's barely aged a Day however." The other voice mused.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 22, 2013 20:49:41 GMT -5
"It's only been four weeks, though I doubt time would do much to me." Mindwipe replies, thinking things over in his head. It sounded like it might be them... but it could merely be one pair that were remotely close to the others. "I... We worried about what had become of things, as foolhardy as that sounds. The castle... Dagon... yourselves... it did not have good tidings for anyone. Bloodlust took the kids to Mythos to try to keep them distracted... not thinking on things so much."
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