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"C'мoɴ, Decepтιcoɴ pυɴĸ!" 「Bayverse Jazz」 — Ships are HARD EARNED. — Can do prior to death, as well as Titan Magazines Au where he became corrupted by an AllSpark shard. — Slight KSI abilities. — Banter, shitposts and paragraph RP. 〘#sʏɴɴ〙

He still has nightmares about how he dies. Everytime he recharges.

"Hell /yeah/," Jazz exclaimed as he clasped his claws together. Visor flashing and fangs showing through his grin, "I got those surrounded sound speakers up an' /runnin'/. Time for some fun."

Joint popping stretch.

Some days, it almost seems he's getting use to the pain. Almost so much it's... numb? Is that how one might put it? Others it's... hell, no matter how long he's been putting up with it. Phantom or otherwise. The compression, the agonizing twists just... anything and everything.

"Who's up for some dance music?"

Rolls over.

Sometimes curling up into a tight ball can supress the overwhelming agony the phantom pain brings. But it's more miss than hit. And it's definitely a miss right now.

"We need to get this place hoppin'," Cues up some music, blasting it. "Too quiet, lookin' like a land of corpses over here."

"Tsh. It's not your world."

||okAY time to follow them here too, jc gotta bring back my Autobots there's too many cons/excons djdjd

Ewgh. 'Chest' pain.

"Less popping and creaking, good good. There we go~."

Claws sink into the Pontiac's chest; Scratching, /denting/, BREAKING— minutes passing by slowly as the pain worsens before steadying out to something manageable. How can something that doesn't exist any longer hurt so much?

Stretches, practically every joint popping and a grunt leaving the Pontiac. "You need to start taking better care of yourself." But was it /worth/ it at this point..?

"Ugh, processor ache. Uncool, man."

Jazz always hated the quiet. Always have, and probably always will. These days? It was deafening. While the constant roar of war, or hushed tones of worried companions weren't the most comforting thing in the world... They were SOMETHING, and now more than ever he needed sound.

||Jazz would be, hands down, my hardest TF muse to get a ship with. At the very least post-death-and-revial.

Poke pokes at his chest with a slight frown. "Maybe I shoulda stayed dead."