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Post by Jazz on May 29, 2013 4:52:58 GMT -5
Jazz nodded a bit, then muttered softly, "Their leader..." to clarify which one had torn him apart and now haunted his nightmares. He just wanted the pain to go away, wanted the nightmares and the terror to go away. He looked at Munin, wondering what she had in mind, waiting quietly, hoping he could finally be free of the torture.
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Post by Hugin and Munin on May 29, 2013 17:17:08 GMT -5
"Then we shall start with me." Munin turned to look at Hugin for a moment, the exchange brief, and Hugin found a perch higher up, away from Munin and Jazz. "Now, I want you to look into my eyes, focus on nothing but them, and their color. While you are focusing, try to say his name. Keep trying until you get it out."
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Post by Jazz on May 30, 2013 4:32:46 GMT -5
Jazz looked at her, looking into her optics. He tried to calm the frantic pulsing of his Spark, and for a few moments, it worked. He thought of Red Alert and their time together, how close they were since the day they met, and it made him smile a little. He loved Red dearly, that much he knew, yet his Spark did not call out to the security officer, not like it did with Cira. When he thought of her, his Spark fluttered in his chest and he vented softly, bringing his hand up to his chest for a moment. While his Spark did seem to want to be close to Red Alert, it called out for Cira. He needed them both in different ways, and he knew why, though he felt unworthy of either of them despite how much he loved them both. He let his thoughts remain on them for a bit, letting his Spark bask in those thoughts for just a little longer.
His thoughts then finally turned to the war with the Decepticons, and his smile faded to a scowl. But as soon as Megatron appeared in his mind, his Spark seized and he shuddered involuntarily as his thoughts turned to a nightmare. In his mind he was ripped in half and thrown aside, helpless and dying, forced to watch as Red Alert was torn apart and Cira was slowly crushed to death by the Decepticon warlord. Jazz physically retreated back against the wall, his optics shuttered, his arms around his head as he curled up there trying desperately to escape, crying out in pain and terror. Along with his screams, the two ravens could hear the fearful cries of his symbiotes, and all ten tiny voices seemed to call out at once over the coms to Munin <~"Help Us!"~>
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Post by Hugin and Munin on Jun 1, 2013 3:37:20 GMT -5
Munin followed Jazz, Hugin flying down to join her. The two of them hovered near Jazz, using their thrusters to help. Between them, a sound began to resonate. It started out quietly at first, but gradually grew louder. It was one of the few sounds they remembered from Cybertron, and they were playing it over the comms. The sound was that of their home territory, near Six Lasers. The ambiance from the park was in the background, with the sounds of a flight gathering together, calling to each other before taking to the skies. They knew it to be a calming sound for them, and hoped that it would help Jazz.
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Post by Jazz on Jun 1, 2013 3:54:46 GMT -5
Jazz's cries gradually began to fade to whimpers, his thoughts fading as the sound rose up around him, a sound he remembered as his thoughts turned to his home before the war. Standing there at the northern edge of Iacon with Six Lasers in the distance, he could see the flights of Northern Raptobots dancing in the air currents between Cybertron's capital and the amusement park to the North. As his memories turned to a more peaceful time, outwardly his frame seemed to relax, his voice quieting down, his frantic venting slowing. It took a few minutes for him to calm down, and soon he was laying on his side, curled up there on the ground, still and quiet as if resting. It was then that the falcon wriggled free of Jazz' chassis and flew over to the ravens, his optics and markings shining amber with worry as he chittered to them, a single tendril uncoiling from between his wings. He wanted to show the ravens the nightmares his master suffered, to help them understand what was wrong. All ten of them knew the Raptobots were trying to help and the other nine slowly crawled out of Jazz' armor and gathered there on the ground next to him, looking up at the two larger birds with a mix of worry and hope.
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Post by Hugin and Munin on Jun 1, 2013 4:08:35 GMT -5
Hugin landed and cautiously lifted a wing for the falcon, letting his own cyber tendril uncoil and reach out for the falcon's. Munin, meanwhile, landed by one of Jazz's arms, her own tendril uncoiling and nudging Jazz's armor, trying to find a connection point on the silver mech.
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Post by Jazz on Jun 1, 2013 4:18:30 GMT -5
The falcon linked his tiny tendril with Hugin's and sent him not only the progression of nightmares, including the latest one, reliving his own death and gradually consuming those he loved most as well, Sonata also gave Hugin the collective memories of the symbiotes, their names, and how they first emerged from Jazz, their first memories of the comforting pulse of his Spark and their adoration of him, as well as how protective and tender he is with all of them, especially with poor nervous little Bebop, the chinchilla.
Jazz laid there quietly, though his arm moved enough at the gentle nudging to let his tendril peek out from just above the inside of his elbow, reaching up towards Munin's prodding tendril to link up with her.
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Post by Hugin and Munin on Jun 1, 2013 4:33:05 GMT -5
Hugin was silent as the small falcon shared the information about himself and his siblings, as well as snippits of Jazz's past. He let the information flow to his sister, so that she would know as well, but did not push to converse with her. She was focusing on her task, and he did not wish to disturb her.
Munin tugged at Jazz's mind, trying to bring him with her into a memory. {~"Come, groundling. Fly with me."~} The memory was one from Cybertron, before she and her brother had been 'called.' They'd been flying through Six Lasers, spotting a pair of 'groundlings,' as they often had called the large robots, doing an aerial performance much like the flights of their own kind. The temptation to join them had been too much for the siblings, and they had yielded to the urge. {~"Feel the wind over our wings. Lose yourself in the dance."~}
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Post by Jazz on Jun 1, 2013 12:14:11 GMT -5
Jazz vented a long sigh of release as he seemed to feel himself fall into the memory. He remembered seeing the performances there and the Raptobots dancing with them, remembering their names yet the information seemed unimportant. He had often wondered why, if they were tame or if the little bird bots simply chose to fly with them. Now he knew as he sank into Munin’s memory, letting himself fly with her. He had wondered what it was like to fly and now he was feeling it. As he began to lose himself in her memory, his frame uncurled more and he leaned back against the wall, his chassis at an angle in the corner between the wall and the floor, his chest exposed as his Spark’s resonance seemed to change, as if it was singing with the sound of the Raptobot’s flight. To Jazz, it was a dream, but a dream that felt as though he was really there. He was always naturally acrobatic and agile as well as fast, Munin could sense that as he moved with her in the memory as if he was one of her kind, his Spark singing for the shear joy of it.
His symbiotes huddled close to Jazz’s chest, growing calmer as they felt their father and Master grow calm, listening to his Spark. Even nervous little Bebop’s optics and chassis lights had shifted to green, showing that he too was calm, some had even turned towards blue because they felt happy, including Sonata who looked to Hugin and chittered softly his gratitude, all their gratitude, for helping Jazz.
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Post by Hugin and Munin on Jun 1, 2013 12:24:24 GMT -5
Munin smiled inwardly, feeling Jazz relax. {~"Nothing can touch us here. We are the wind; never to be caught or tamed."~} The names of the performers caught her attention, though, like Jazz, she did not dwell on them. Instead, she let them pass to Hugin, focusing on the memory. {~"Not even your fears can reach you, when you are like this."~} Slowly, she pulled out of the dream/memory, blue optics opening. {~"Take it, as a gift."~}
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Post by Jazz on Jun 1, 2013 12:30:25 GMT -5
Jazz remained relaxed as the dream faded and he gradually began to wake up, stirring only slightly. He did open his optics, his gaze soft as he looked to Munin. "Thank you..." he whispered softly and she could feel his gratitude and reverence for what she had given him. He curled his arms around his little symbiotes then and they chittered softly to him, Sonata disconnecting from Hugin and joining them in their beloved Master's arms.
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Post by Hugin and Munin on Jun 1, 2013 12:35:33 GMT -5
Munin nodded as her tendril detached from Jazz, moving to stand next to Hugin as the two of them watched Jazz with his symbiotes. //"We must leave soon."\\ Hugin spoke, his red ptics looking over at Munin. //"We are running out of energy. If we stay awake, we will fall into the long sleep."\\
Munin nodded, looking to Jazz. ~"We have to go. Our energy is running low, and we must find a safe place to rest before it forces us to rest."~
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Post by Jazz on Jun 1, 2013 12:38:22 GMT -5
Jazz looked over at the two Raptobots as Munin moved to join her brother. When she mentioned being low on energy, he perked up, sitting up as he gathered his symbiotes so they could tuck themselves away inside his chassis. "You need Energon. I have full tanks I can share, n I can bring some to you." he told them, his hand moving to where his siphon tube was concealed. "At least let me do that for you, bring you Energon. I couldn't bear to see more of you die, especially from something like Energon starvation." he told them, extending one hand towards them. It was clear he wanted to help them, to protect them in any way he could. Inside he felt guilty for being unable to protect their kind from the marauding Decepticons that ravaged Cybertron, he felt guilty for the loss of all the wild mechanimals who suffered and died during the war. From her time linked to Jazz, Munin knew how he felt and could recognize it in him, despite the calmness he felt now.
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Post by Hugin and Munin on Jun 1, 2013 12:49:57 GMT -5
Both raptobots nodded their appreciation. ~"That would be most helpful."~ Hugin replied. ~"We still have much work to do here. We have missed much during our long sleep. Humans have forgotten Odin and the others, and the old war has found this planet."~
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Post by Jazz on Jun 1, 2013 13:03:47 GMT -5
Jazz nodded at that and extended his siphon tube, offering it to them. "You can take what you need for now to keep you stable til I get back with more. Don't worry, you won't hurt me, both my tanks are pretty full so even if you completely drain one, I still have my main tank." he assured them with a smile.
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