Post by Graph on Aug 12, 2020 5:48:07 GMT
( Rin Yamaoka )
Wind screaming in his audios, red air spindling around him like tendrils ripping him out of existence, Graph felt nausea grip his spark to twist and turn it on whim. He felt his charred and chipped form swing around and around again. His vision went had gone black and white more times than he could count within the millisecond the mech resorted to sealing his optical lids shut as he clutched onto his chain-gun. It was the only thing that wasn’t the air or gravity, which continued to pull him through the whisp of space faster and faster. He felt like a laser beam plummeting down through an infinite blackness. Then suddenly a new kind of atmosphere teased his receptors. he felt as if he were in an actual sky. Graph’s optics blared open just in time as he fell face-first into fresh pavement.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAKHH.” Graph hadn’t realized he’d been screaming throughout his fall. it was cut short by the ground he was now embedded in. Took a moment to breath, his vents hissing and shushing as he sucked in actual healthy air. The red that clouded his vision and his processor was gone. As crisp clarity took it’s hold Graph realized the tragedy that was creeping its way up to his outtake. Parting his Mouthguard Graph shoved himself to his elbows as he heaved lava-hot energon onto the street, the liquid sizzled upon the fractured sidewalk.
As quickly as it came, it was gone, and his mouthguard slid over his face.
“Ugh…” He groaned. His teal eyes illuminated their brightest as he gazed upon the cybertron around him. “Holy…” Graph stuttered. Brand new buildings stood high, challenging the clouds. A clear blue sky with a warm, perfect sun met him like the smile of an old friend. Strange yet beautiful green growths covered sectors of dirt like the finest cabled hair, and small pipe-like playground equipment was planted in it. The place looked slightly neglected on second glance, but as the mech rose to his knees, he reveled in the Cybertron around him. The sounds of a distant city told him there was much activity. His visor zoomed in on the thousands of cars and the pompous amount of air traffic within what he could only depict as Iacon.
“W-whoa.” he breathed. He gazed upward, where he assumed he’d come from. The red portal was long gone. Must’ve opened and closed in seconds. He surmised. Was it all a Quintesson trick? Where there scientists that were laughing as they destroyed his processor? Unlikely. His engine hummed uneasily as he processed everything. “Chaff? Air? Seph?” Graph called out. There was no way any one of those beings was here…so who was?
Wind screaming in his audios, red air spindling around him like tendrils ripping him out of existence, Graph felt nausea grip his spark to twist and turn it on whim. He felt his charred and chipped form swing around and around again. His vision went had gone black and white more times than he could count within the millisecond the mech resorted to sealing his optical lids shut as he clutched onto his chain-gun. It was the only thing that wasn’t the air or gravity, which continued to pull him through the whisp of space faster and faster. He felt like a laser beam plummeting down through an infinite blackness. Then suddenly a new kind of atmosphere teased his receptors. he felt as if he were in an actual sky. Graph’s optics blared open just in time as he fell face-first into fresh pavement.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAKHH.” Graph hadn’t realized he’d been screaming throughout his fall. it was cut short by the ground he was now embedded in. Took a moment to breath, his vents hissing and shushing as he sucked in actual healthy air. The red that clouded his vision and his processor was gone. As crisp clarity took it’s hold Graph realized the tragedy that was creeping its way up to his outtake. Parting his Mouthguard Graph shoved himself to his elbows as he heaved lava-hot energon onto the street, the liquid sizzled upon the fractured sidewalk.
As quickly as it came, it was gone, and his mouthguard slid over his face.
“Ugh…” He groaned. His teal eyes illuminated their brightest as he gazed upon the cybertron around him. “Holy…” Graph stuttered. Brand new buildings stood high, challenging the clouds. A clear blue sky with a warm, perfect sun met him like the smile of an old friend. Strange yet beautiful green growths covered sectors of dirt like the finest cabled hair, and small pipe-like playground equipment was planted in it. The place looked slightly neglected on second glance, but as the mech rose to his knees, he reveled in the Cybertron around him. The sounds of a distant city told him there was much activity. His visor zoomed in on the thousands of cars and the pompous amount of air traffic within what he could only depict as Iacon.
“W-whoa.” he breathed. He gazed upward, where he assumed he’d come from. The red portal was long gone. Must’ve opened and closed in seconds. He surmised. Was it all a Quintesson trick? Where there scientists that were laughing as they destroyed his processor? Unlikely. His engine hummed uneasily as he processed everything. “Chaff? Air? Seph?” Graph called out. There was no way any one of those beings was here…so who was?