Scourge Arrives

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex is wandering in the wildernesses around her sanctuary. There are times she simply needs to see the sky and stars, and seek Primus in the landscape of her homeworld. She drifts over the plains, utilizing her seldom-used hover vehicle mode. She finds a peculiar outcropping of metal, transforms, and climbs up a little higher, to perch on it, and survey the scenery.*

*She has a suspicion Primus has a purpose for her being here... but doesn't he always? She murmurs a prayer as she watches the serene landscape.*

((originally dated 2006-10-14 23:23:00))

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[primus_seeress]

*This time she doesn't flinch, but just looks at him steadily, patiently* I know nothing of you, other than what you have told me in this short time, and what Primus tells me of your character. Don't be afraid... you are a child of Primus, and he knows you. It is my function to aid my fellow Cybertronians in his name, and he gives me insight. I only know something has caused you pain. Considering where you've come from, and your reaction, it is a reasonable assumption that Void is involved somehow.

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*holds the gun shakily, looking somewhere between nervous and confused* It isn't your problem, what's happened with me.

[primus_seeress]

No. But it is my function to aid you, if I can, if only to hear your story, if you are willing. Have you spoken to anyone about what troubles you?

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

No. *pauses for a moment, his voice sounding desperate* Not...much, anyway. What do you want? You can't change what's already happened.

[primus_seeress]

I want to help my lord's children by allowing them to let go of the shadows of pain that darken their lives. I cannot change what has happened, but you need to speak to someone about it; it will only strangle your spark, and kill whatever joy you may otherwise find in your life, if you keep it locked away. Primus did not mean for us to suffer in silence. Haven't you wanted to share your burden with anyone?

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*pauses, then nods slightly* Yeah. I don't know how you know all this, but that's about it. *wonders where the heck this mech came from and what she wants out of this. Energon or protection, maybe, but who cares. She has no idea who he is and she's willing to listen*

[primus_seeress]

*She nods. Moving slowly so as not to startle him, she climbs down a bit, choosing to sit closer, lower to the ground* There is nothing I ask; I simply follow the will of Primus, and he would not have you endure needless pain. Please, let me help you.

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*still clinging to his gun, he sits down on a pile of scrap metal* You don't really want to hear about it, trust me.

[primus_seeress]

*she smiles slightly* Try me.

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*shuts his optics off, still shaking his head back and forth* I was...one of Void's. Before.

[primus_seeress]

*her optics flicker slightly for a moment, considering* Were you a willing servant, or a captive?

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*his wings shiver slightly and he looks at the ground* Depends who you ask. Either way, I didn't have much choice in it.

[primus_seeress]

*She tilts her head as she gazes at him* I am asking you. How did it happen?

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*his voice is a bit lower now* I was stupid. I got captured and tortured and didn't have the bearings to get out.

[primus_seeress]

*she nods slightly* Torture is very hard for some to endure, warrior or not; but when the torturer has Chaos on his side... *she winces* No, I do not fault you that.

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

Cyclonus handled it. Could have handled it. Whatever. *puts his head in his hands*

[primus_seeress]

*she frowns in concern* Do not fault yourself if your strengths lie in different areas than Cyclonus's. No one can have endurance in everything. *she wants very much to pat his arm, something to comfort him, but she is not sure how he will react. She settles for moving a little closer* But you feel that you have failed those you love.

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*moves back slightly, head still bowed* I failed everyone. I should have run, I should have fought harder. I could have avoided being captured in the first place. *wings shiver again* You don't want to be talking to me about this, trust me. You'll just get an audial full of depressing ideas.

[primus_seeress]

*she shrugs* It is my function. I hear many depressing things. Primus brings me peace. *She slowly, ever so slowly, reaches out toward him, but doesn't quite touch him* Please. I promise you, in witness of Primus, that I will not harm you.

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head again, then lifts it, smiling in an extremely unsettling fashion* But I might harm you. With what I say, I mean. You don't look like someone who's lost very much. I've lost almost everything at some point. My dignity, my leader, my peace of mind, my hope for anything better than a life of pain and shame.

[primus_seeress]

*she looks unimpressed* I have lost my creators and teachers to a war they were not even fighting. I've lost many friends over the vorns. I have counseled many on both sides who have lost everything in an attack, those who have betrayed their people, betrayed their god, those who have had their minds taken through reprogramming and subterfuge, who have touched the darkness of Unicron, who felt there was no redemption, no hope, and no light to be found. And Primus feels these things, as you feel them, and shares them with me. I have felt the pain of losing everything, and it is agonizing. Believe me, I will feel what you feel, if you tell me, but it is my function, and I want to. *She does actually touch his arm now, fully expecting him to over-react, but resigned to it*

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*bitterly* I'd think it'd lose a bit in the translation. *winces and draws back as she touches him* I've seen darkness. I've had it inside me. And if you think that means nothing can scare me any more, you're damn wrong.

[primus_seeress]

*He actually reacts much less strongly than she had anticipated, but she leaves him alone for the moment. She nods at his words* Fear can take many forms. But, please continue, tell me what you will.

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

What's to tell? He made me do whatever he wanted, humliated me on purpose just because he could. The best times were when he was busy doing something else and let me be alone. *which is why he was out here in the first place* He's a sick bastard.

[primus_seeress]

*nods* So I gathered, speaking to others of him. But... tell me how it made you feel. Tell me about how you were delivered from his grasp. Tell me why you were so afraid that I might know who you are. Tell me what you did in Rodimus Prime's universe. Tell me anything, whatever comes to mind!