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Post by Sentient Lamp on Dec 1, 2018 20:19:26 GMT
”He better be okay.” SwitchFoot reiterated in their own tone. An odd garbling left them, a chuckle perhaps. ”You wound me.” They spat out the statement, their servo returning to normal as they no longer bore the attention span to fix things. Bothering BuildUp was more much more amusing than matience. ”Neither Swan nor myself are foolish enough to make enemies. The cons are our family. That’s something we all need in these trying times.” Switch’s helm tilted, indicating a change from the other. ”Seems that all is well for now.”
SwanSong was quick to release the mech once they were stable. Perhaps a bit too quick, like they were trying to hide the discarding of something. To keep from fidgeting they crossed their arms against their lower torso, digits curling and uncurling against the plating they rested upon. Their helm lowered at BackTrack’s apparent enthusiasm, trying to convey what could be a glare. ~We either agree or drop the debate, usually the latter. Sometimes we even purge the dropped arguments so as to avoid them.~ There was a flash of static in the mental void, aiding in proving their point.
~Hm. I like you. Not many bother to even entertain hearing my requests. I want out.~ They raised one arm to tap their helm twice. ~We both want out. Neither of what we outwardly show is true. I’m sure you’ve noticed that in my case already. Switch would ask if they could. So far you’re the only one that bothered to listen instead of demand.~ They leaned so their helm was level with the mech’s once more, turning at what should not be a probable angle. ~I’m sure we could arrange payment of some sort. What says you?~BackTrack
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Post by BuildUp on Dec 2, 2018 8:07:50 GMT
BuildUp was not convinced. Decepticons may have sworn an alliance, promise to not betray one's trust, but far too many have done the talk yet failed to walk the walk. He did nod however and kept his thoughts to himself. This time. "I do not care how you choose to treat the rest." He said in a gruff tone, void of any of that 'pleasant sensations' that BackTrack's often was. "... but be mindful of what you do with that mnemosurgeon." It did not feel as much of a threat any longer, though it quite as well could have been. BuildUp had probably the strength to tear the two helms frame apart if he so chose, and he could simply blast at their frame as well. Of course, not ever when they were connected. He did not know the specifics, but he knew on what his friend had told him, and knew enough that it could be dangerous for them both.
"..You are going next?"
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Post by BackTrack on Dec 2, 2018 8:26:15 GMT
~Your states are inhibited. You feel different on the in, than you are on the out.~ An observation that did not need to be voiced, yet he made it anyway. He nodded, his demanour once more easy, yet serious as he listened to the request he'd been given. His optics met the strange helm's and he stared back, as he debated on the payment, the price and more so on whether he might agree to release this and replace the sweet and harmless SwanSong outside. ~It will take a lot of work. I could just pull the switch and hope all goes well. But while I have been here a few things have been made quite apparent. I wasn't the first was I?~ He tilted his helm slightly. ~In here.~ He emphasized what he meant. ~If others have made a mess and this is related to that mess, I need to repair with greater care to make certain that once I am done, the problems are not multiplied, but rather gone.~ If he was referring to their freezing or their being locked away, was not made clear. ~I will do it.~ He did think that there was little point of keeping the personalities separate. The twins were decepticons, and it would be their choice on how to act. It did not concern him if that might affect others. He was a mnemosurgeon. That's what his business and interest was. ~And at present my side of this agreement is that I may run my scans on your minds more frequently. I reserve my right to renegotiate our agreement, should things change.~ He paused his servos folding over his chassis. He was processing the exchange of he data still. He had made the slightest of tweaks, a mere brush of different code. Nothing more. ~I would like better access. Full access when I ask for it. There will be more sessions, not one, not two, but there might be many more until the mess they left behind is fully dealt with. I want you to be aware of that. If you want out, you will need to let me in, frequently, over the time of perhaps many more decades. And I would like to be able to see, not only what they have done, but what was there before and work with that. Understood?~ He spoke in that pleasant tone once more, warm and trusting, calming at its core, as if promising that what he said was absolutely necessary but that it would reap desired results. ~And one more thing... I want to be the only mnemosurgeon that gets to treat you. I am aware that with your distrust of the medics, this is not a hard request to give. But even so. I do not want some idiot to blunder through your mind ever again.~Sentient Lamp
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Post by Sentient Lamp on Dec 7, 2018 3:14:43 GMT
The wryness of the joint frame abruptly dissipated at the veiled threat. Switch lowered their arm, their servo gripping onto the table's edge. Warring? Tentatively? It was not clear as they slowly brought their frame forwards in a lean. "Since the sense of community doesn't get to you, then I'll use self preservation in my reasoning- I don't need the mnemo ruining my processor, so I'll actively avoid eliciting any malicious behavior from him. I also very much value being at optimal capacity, and I'm certain that the likes of you could hamper that if I don't behave myself." Switch leaned back, their servo loosening its clutch on the table. They glanced at some point past BuildUp, acting as if they did not register his inquiry.
~O-ho, far from the first.~ Their tone was filled with a bemused purr, an unseen grin. It brought Swan sensations of elation to not be flat out declined. A plethora of profiles flashed passed like a match book. All mnemos or surgeons of sorts. SwitchFoot's profile appeared multiple times among the others. ~My other works tirelessly to lessen some of the more glaring issues. Be careful not to bring offense to their outer self. Normally they only work on the dead, so I think what they've managed is adequate.~
Swan's form settled into a more static position. ~Your terms seem fair-~ There was a pause, whether it was for dramatic effect or something else was unclear. ~Though I hope that you don't misuse the liberties I'm giving you.~ They moved to continue the train of thought but failed to do so. Something faint flashed in the dark expanse but did not provide a clear image. ~You are the second to be given these permissions -Switch the first- and I would rather not have to regret this.~ Swan's tones were strained, baring the static that their other's tone often held. If they held further reservations it was not evident.
~I've been messed with and rerouted so many times over so many eras, I'm sure a decade or so will be nothing in comparison.~ Swan tilted their helm at an upwards angle in what could have been a sweet meaning gesture- something their outer self so often did. ~I will comply, something that should be easy as it appears mnemos are in short supply. Switch may not like it, but they will get over it once they are better too...~BackTrack
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Post by BackTrack on Dec 8, 2018 15:02:22 GMT
BuildUp responded with a curt nod. It was an acceptable answer. That's all he needed. While BackTrack could complain about him meddling in the affairs that did not concern him, it had been the first time (or perhaps a first time in a long while at least) that he saw him tense. The involuntary release of needles had been another indication that the mech had encountered issues that he might not have anticipated and that he could not have resolved at first glance. It was worrying. And BuildUp hated when he could do very little about it. His strength was one thing, but that in these delicate procedures accounted for very little. "Good. I am glad that we understand eachother." BackTrack recognised a few of the mnemosurgeons solely based on the fact that there really weren't that many lasted. Others he thought, the names were vaguely familiar, but it could have just been a similar name to someone else. He nodded filing away the data on who had already been in these two helms, so that he could study them later. Mnemosurgeons often had a certain way of doing things, there was the standard and then there were the deviations. A good mnemosurgeon could pick up on those 'trademark' signatures of the way things were done. ~....Switchfoot worked on you as well?~ That part had surprised him. He nodded once more, filing away the permission given. ~You are my patient.~ As if that would explain and answer the concerns that SwanSong may've had. ~Very well. I think it is time that you both take some rest and more energon.~ Much as he had wanted to continue, he was aware that he had been in there long enough. Not only for their sake but his own it was time to retreat. ~I will call on you. It is not necessary that you comply always, but A set date and routine might help us both.~ Again there was a pause and the first sensations of a mind slowly withdrawing could be felt. ~Let SwitchFoot know of what we have discussed but do not argue if you can.~ He seemed to focus on something. It was a small tempering, but he allowed it to be known. it felt as much as sounded almost like a click before some pressure and strain simply withdrew. While SwanSong was far from becoming themselves on the outside, some of the blockage has been eased up. ~See you on the outside.~~ He said with a small, amused smile before his form disappeared. On the outside his physical form slumped a little before tensing up. His optics came online, his digits curling up before an arm moved almost dazedly to remove the cord. He looked pleased as he turned to look at SwanSong and SwithFoot. "Now... lets get you physically repaired and get that pest out and then you may go." Without further and true to his work, that part of his job would've begun. Sentient Lamp
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