xiv ✘ video

[xuffasch]

_{( robin is sitting on the ledge of a building, one that overlooks the met. his legs are dangling off the side of the roof, and his cape blows back lightly in the wind. he looks a little tired, behind the mask, and his cheeks are puffed out in irritation. )}

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

As if we needed more proof that Lachesis is out of her artificial mind.

<sub>( robin throws his weight forward and then flips himself back onto his feet, still overlooking the museum. just before he throws out a jumpline and swings off, he gives a feed a long, hard look.

it's as close as he'll come to saying "i'm back." )</sub>

VIDEO.

[cloud9]

-- swear I heard something.

[ The video comes on a bit too zoomed in, pointing at the shoulder of someone's bright pink hoodie before the feed finally gets adjusted, and you can see Abby's anxious face. She's talking to someone not visible to the camera yet, but behind her, you can see what looks to be a pretty rickety, dingy, cobwebby apartment that looks like it may or may not have been built in a previous century. ]

I'm not crazy, okay! I heard it. Honest.

I've checked like five times, Abby, come on.

[From off-screen, Tommy sounds just as anxious, even as he tries to be reassuring. The sound of cupboards opening and closing can be heard in between words.]

It's not like there was a real reason why no one wanted this place, besides it being -

[There's a deep groaning sound, like one would hear from old stairs. Tommy freezes behind Abby.]

... That wasn't me.

Oh my God. This is like, so-- so Excorcist-y.

[ Abby pulls at her face before turning to the camera. ]

Guys, I think we need a freaking priest over here.

We are so going to die if we sleep.

5 (video)

[datglass]

[ The camera opens on the exterior of a jewelry store, from some faceless POV. On either side of it appears to be identical stores, only on all three of them the store name is reversed. After a minute or two, arms extend from the top of the screen, holding a WANTED poster with a hole cut out where the image would be. Evan's upside-down face fills the hole after another moment, gap-toothed grin and all. The text reads:

!DETNAW
DNUORA-NUR raluger a rof NOROM repuS 1
RETTEB eht RETSAF ehT
nopuoc eht no hcnup a dna erutnevda daeD :DRAWER
SLIATED ROF RETSAM RORRIM EES
DEVLOVNI SILOP ON ,EMIT SIHT :NOITIDNOC

(This may be helpful.) ]

Now this isnae my usual way of working, flashing the signal ahead of time; thought I'd borrow it. Little advertisement, see? It gets dead dull aroond here without the ol' Flasher to kick aboot, so I'm holding auditions. Step right up to take a crack, aye?

[ He moves the paper and flips down from whatever he was hanging from, or out of, still grinning and holding an appointment book. The store reflections behind him flicker and vanish, showing a simple alleyway instead. ]

I'm offering a fair go, right? One-on-one like, terms met. I'll even return my goods if I like ya well enough, so let's nae have us any cheaters.

(There's an open log here to those interested!)

[Voice]

[show_my_cannons]

Your answers are not helpful. They tell me nothing.

[The voice is slightly accented, deep, and very, very angry. This is a voice used to bellowing over the din of combat, and he shows it now. Because when simply spoken words don't produce an immediate result, clearly shouting is the better option.  And yelling into a strange device is clearly going to help you turn back into a robot.]

What have you done with my frame! My weapons! will not tolerate this nonsense! There is a battle going on--

Optimus' orders or no, when I find the responsible party, you will be reduced to your basic components before you can blink!

[Another pause, and then, quieter, but no less agitated.  He's... pushing buttons and hoping something works.]

Autobots. Come in! Where are you! I have been taken from the field... What is Sentinel's status? Respond.