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and then rule 63 struck - kill me now

And the point of this then? My patience for folly extends only as far as my patience for Starscream's backstabbing, shenanigans and ridiculously short vision.

[Which is to say, not far at all, considering the whine of the cannon.]

You better have a reason for dragging me out here, or Primus help you, fleshling. I am Megatron, lord of the Decepticons, and beings more powerful than you have attempted to chain and own me, and have failed!

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I meant that it's the world of humans and people, not toons. I suppose it could be seen as limbo, if you believe in that sort of thing.

[She takes a drag off the cigarette held in a long, thin holder.]

Honey, trust me on this, no matter how you rage or roar, it does very little in the end to effect the outcome of whatever got you to that point.

[An endearment? Who does the human think she is?! All it elicits for the moment, however, is a rumbling growl from Megatron's engine.]

The amount of others in here would imply this. The point, however, is that, ultimately, considering where I came from, this venture is useless, more shorter-lived than Starscream's attempts at plans and taking over the Decepticons.

I will go nowhere so she should stop wasting my time and send me back!

[The snarl is reverberating, and is followed by clenched fists. Someone didn't heed the "no matter how much you rage and roar" part, obviously.]

[She gives a shrug, not at all concerned by the robot's seething and growling.]

Only you have gone somewhere, haven't you honey? You're here. Playing the role your writer has put you in just like the rest of us. At least this place - [She makes a small gesture with one tiny hand.] - allows you to take a break from all that and tell that writer exactly how you feel about what they intend.

And besides, it's better to be remembered and used than forgotten... left to fade away in memory as ink fades from a paper. That's more than a lot of toons get in their later years.

Unfortunately, yes.

[You have a point, and that is exceedingly rankling.]

My story was merely amusement... short variations on a theme, and then, apparently something stuck.

[Here she smirks.]

Maybe I should be amused at how I've inconvenienced her, even if she has delusions regarding "controlling" me. But I know use, and being used... no matter who they are, isn't something to be accepted or even striven for!

[What an utterly despicable thought.]

Surely even a human like yourself has more ambition than being used by someone else, no matter their power over you?

[Optimus had blathered in their defense, and here... even if she might not be "real" - she was still a human - the creature was talking of bending to a greater power, no pride or defiance.]

I'm not a human, honey. I'm a Toon. Can't you tell the difference?

[A curious raise of an eyebrow before shrugging.]

My whole life, my appearance, my personality... is dictated by the writers and the artists that created me. Once created I was allowed to live as I wanted. I got married. But every Toon's greatest desire is to be remembered. To be known and to entertain. To be used, as you put it. Otherwise we fade, our colors draining until there's nothing but a distant memory of the ink that created us. It's sad existence, to be forgotten.

[Considering her words have been of some worth, Megatron'll cock her helm and consider Jessica, before sneering.]

No. You look human to me, and currently, my scanners aren't working, so I can't actually tell what you're made of.

[But if it looks human, speaks like a human... why wouldn't it be human? Except for what she says next. Curious.]

And you accept that? Rememberance can come through fighting after all.

[Not impressed. At all.]

I only look it because I was drawn that way.

[Another drag on that cigarette, followed by her chin resting in her palm as she leaned forward on her chair, boobs squeezing out - impossibly perky and bouncing slight - from between her arms as her shoulders tightened inward.]

I've fought before. Less people remember me for that than they do for my singing... and even that is less memorable over time than my film work: the cartoons I co-starred in.

[That statement is slightly uncomfortable... but it passes quickly and Megatron will hardly admit she felt anything in reaction to it. And if so, only insofar as to admit that "she was created that way" by the Quintessons.]

That is the power your creators have in your world? SHouldn't you find a way beyond relying on the rememberance of you by others<(/i>?

[Unpleasant thought. Fighting is what she knows, what she is. She'll rise beyond that when the time comes, however.]

[A small laugh and a smile followed that.]

I know my limits, honey. And I'm happy enough as long as there's evidence to keep me in memory. It's not like I couldn't make a comeback long after I'm forgotten and faded. So long as my films are there, or a picture is left... I won't ever die.

Now that the Dip is gone, anyway.

[At that thought she shivered and tossed her hair over her shoulder, only to have it shift back in a perfect bounce to lay perfectly over her face in that soft wave.]

[There's a huff and a scowl at Jessica's proclamation of accepting it. If she had accepted such things... She would neither be who, where or what she is today.]

Limits were made to be broken. Otherwise I'd be nothing more than a puppet, still! And to creatures that ought to have hand in the creation of one of my species, no less.

[Apparently, no matter what Optimus thought, her assessment of humans had been correct. The last statement has Megatron curious, however...]

A way to kill you, I assume?

[There's certainty in her voice, however.]

[Jessica nodded.]

A terrible way to be erased.

[Another shiver and she leaned back again.]

And what about you, honey? We've spent all this time talking about me but this is your space to speak out, not mine. Who is this Starscream? He your fella?

[That does sound unpleasant, but nothing she needs to worry about.

The next question, however, has Megatron's expression slide from incredulous to a brief explosion of laughter, and then back.]

He's my second in command, and I pity anyone who would decide to indulge with him, as narcissistic as he is! He may have talent, but it's sorely weighed down by his lack of vision and attempts at disposing or undercutting me.

[He's the second in command for a reason, of course, but even when he isn't present all that he'll get is being damned with faint praise. If that. Megatron's voice is full of scorn.]

Sounds to me like you're hiding something from yourself.

[It's said in a very teasing manner. She probably didn't believe it, but there was a truism to the saying 'the lady doth protest too much'...]

There anyone you do fancy? Or are you an all work, no play sort of gal?

Yes, the need to kill him, once and for all. Unfortunately I am aware he's slightly too useful for that.

[There's no roaring rampage of revenge denouncement of the teasing, merely an annoyed sneer; mostly at the thought of Starscream himself rather than Jessica and what she's claiming.]

Hn. Rather human of you; I'm most certainly too busy to indulge in anything deeper than what might be necessary to get rid of the temporary charge.

[And whoever she choses to does so with, and if, is entirely her business.]

I've never understood you humans'... obession with mating.

[She blushes only slightly at that claim. Such a vulgar word... mating. And not something toons did.]

Toon, honey. We don't... do that, either. Not willingly. If it's scripted, sure. But we aren't made that way. Most of us don't even have the capacity to do so. We aren't drawn that way. But having a fella, a husband like I do? That's about having someone you love with you. Companionship. Someone to spend your days with that you know will be there for you.

[Not that Megatron cares, but the mun apologizes on her behalf for the crudeness.]

Indeed not?

[Curious.]

I've noticed that despite their obsession, humans can be exceedingly avoidant with anything regarding procreation and the state necessary to get there. Would that be why you're not... made thay way?

[Such insipid behaviour she'd expect of them, really.]

[A shrug.]

Honestly, honey? I don't know. Plenty of toons like the flash in the pan lead ups to... well, it. Most of us, at least the ones I know, can't understand the actual appeal. Supposedly it's like paddy-cake for them, but I don't understand how it could be. Maybe that's why they're so 'avoidant' with anything needed to get there.

[Compared to some others of her army that got stuck on Earth, Megatron never bothered to follow slang or pop-culture, which means this gets a narrow-opticked, annoyed stare as she can... more or less but not exactly, follow the meaning of what's said.]

Humans are simple, crude creatures. It doesn't surprise me they'd be contradictory and foolish.

[So, since she doesn't understand it either, she'll just dismiss it.]

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