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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel is outside watching. This, that, the other thing, and everything else. She's very good at watching, and for all of her size she's very good at being unobtrusive. How a she can blend in so well to everything is something only millennia in Niflheim can explain. Regardless, even as unobtrusive as she is capable of being, someone thirty-six feet tall can be a little hard to miss.

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[not-toothfairy.livejournal.com]

Now that's unnerving. Ironhide's only heard anyone ever sound the remotest bit like that once before: long, long ago, when old Kup first told him the story of the Fallen- the first Cybertronian ever to die, as the entropy that had crept into the system became too much for the living mech's form to take.

"... I don't think I envy you."

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"You should not." Hel agrees, smiling down at him just a little bit, "It is hard to be Hel. I would not trade it, though. I am as I am, and I have been as I am for a very, very long time. I would not know how to get along as anything else."

[not-toothfairy.livejournal.com]

"That sounds familiar," says Ironhide. "I changed function a long time ago. I don't know if I'd ever go back now, even if I could."

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Hel nods at that, a wry smile touching the living side of her face, "I admit, I have nothing to go back to. I have always been as I am." then, after a pause, "Shorter, once, but not for eons."