kismet_loop | .01 || accidental video

.01 || accidental video

-- okay, joke's over, guys! Stopped being funny a long time ago! You can come out now!

[Oh dear. Someone's not in Kansas -- er, California -- anymore. Far from it; Hiro has Awakened in the Northwest District, and finds all this nature and trees extremely unusual and disconcerting. He's grimy and confused and irritated and he's trying desperately to orient himself. Where's the city? Where are the buildings or the wind turbines -- you can see those from anywhere.

The little robot following him would be way cooler if it weren't for the aforementioned nature, and the fact that Hiro has to keep shooing it away and interrupting it's welcome message.] I don't need any aid, I need my friends to stop being jerks and cut this out! Can you not-- personal space, buddy!

[He swats at the robot again, muttering dark, age-inappropriate words under his breath and stumbling over the uneven terrain. He's so focused on how irritated he is with his friends, that he almost doesn't see the wild boar snuffling through the underbrush.

...until he trips over it of course.] Hey! Watch where you're--

--o-oh boy.

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['Hiro wtf' is right; that assertion gets a real laugh out of Sam, even as she turns the hand not holding her helmet up in a wordless 'what's with this kid?']

It is a reference, but to a story so wide-spread across Earth 'Samaritan' is often used as a synonym to 'do-gooder'. I'll explain better later, but yeah.

[From that last word on, she's again addressing Hiro.]

You, me, Wing, and others. Maybe not often, but it's not uncommon, either.

[Thirding the “Hiro wtf”]

[The actual explanation puts a mildly sheepish smile on Wing’s face. Best Samaritan, huh? He could accept that.]

As far as I understand it’s happened to possibly everyone currently on the planet. It’s...complicated.

Sam, would you like a ride back? [He can carry you and your little vehicle.]

But isn't this your planet?

[There is a subtle "and if it is, why not control your pigs?" in there somewhere. But come along, Sam, Hiro will needlessly scoot over.]

Please. I'd rather not be shouting over the stree'doo.

[She steps aside so Wing has room to get a grip on the machine, shrugging up at Hiro.]

You know how he said it's complicated...?

[Wing will pick up Sam's stree'doo and offer the hand Hiro's in for her to climb onto.]

It...is, but isn't. As I said, it's complicated. The Cybertron I knew had been completely developed, cities everywhere, people everywhere. Anyway, apparently there are many versions of the same planet out there, a multiverse I guess you'd say. There are Cybertronians here there are not from the world I came from. Just as it's unlikely that you and Sam are even from the same world.

So yes, while this is my home planet, this isn't the Cybertron I was forged on.

[Hiro considers this gravely, propping his chin in his hands.] ...why? I mean, what's the motivation for bringing us all here and somehow making it plausible for us all to speak the same language and have breathable atmosphere and all that?

[Then, to Sam:] Earth? Terra firma? Good old third planet from the sun? You from there?

Thanks. [It's directed to both of the others; Wing, for the ride, and Hiro, for so considerately scooting over. Sam plunks herself down companionably, nodding confirmation.] You bet; Manitoba most recently, Northwest Territories originally. I wasn't kidding about being Canadian.

[He can't help but look grim at the "why"]

The "why" is because of a threat that has the ability to cross dimensions and if allowed to, will destroy everything and everyone.

[To put it simply.]

[Hiro's been trying to summon up his memories of high school geography...buuuut that has to wait for a second because. What. What.]

...we have to save the multiverse? That's why we're here?!

Were you attached to your curse theory?

[not the time, sam]

...Essentially. [It's said with a mild grimace.]

Curse theory?

Uhhhh...can I beg out of that? Cause I'm like... [He waves a hand, gesturing to his tiny skinny self.] Not so ready for hardcore battling, at the moment.

Oh, yeah, we were talking about how maybe I'm cursed by some ancient pig gods to be tormented by wild boars on alien planets. [That's about as plausible as any other theory, right?]

Hey, we were talking about how you were maybe cursed. Ancient pig gods cursing you to some specific end, you are introducing only now. We're trying to level with you, dude.

You’re stuck here, I’m afraid, but I certainly won’t expect you to face Unicron.

[Dismal expression.] I have to fight a unicorn?

That might be preferable. From what I gather, Unicron is like, robo- space-Satan.

[Yeah, that happens often.]

Heh, not unicorn, Unicron. He’s known as the Chaos Bringer and the Destroyer of Worlds. He’s...also partly responsible for the Miasma, the purple-black mist that brought you here.

[Hiro is quiet for a moment, taking this in.

Then, gloomily:] Guess there's no chance I can...take the next bus outta here?

It's honestly not bad being here, despite how some of it sounds, but... I'm sorry. No outs available.

[Wing very carefully touches Hiro’s shoulder with his free hand, Sam’s ‘stree-doo’ tucked under his arm.]

Chin up, Hiro. I know this isn’t where you want to be, none of us chose to come here, but it is a good place to be. It is unlikely that Unicron will wake anytime soon. I, for one, and doing all I can to help ensure he never wakes.

You’ll be all right here. Promise.

[Well, it does help that so far he's only met nice people. Have a hesitant, but encouraged smile, both Sam and Wing. ...also there's a giant robot touching him comfortingly on the shoulder which is so cool.]

I mean...I'm not totally sure what I'll be able to do, really, but...but I'll help however I can.

Hey, that's all we could hope to hear. [Sam smiles in turn, giving Hiro's elbow a friendly bump with her own.] And probably the best attitude to take,

[Wing nods.] Sam’s right. Being willing will go a long way, and stopping Unicron won’t necessarily mean fighting.

[You know what else is cool, Hiro? The giant ground bridge he steps up to. He taps in a few commands on the computer screen and the metal ring flares to light with swirling blue and green energy. Wing’s just going to step into that now if there’s no protest.]

[Hiro is about to question (and possibly pout) some more, but now things are lighting up and swirling and making noise and he's just going to lurch to one side and latch onto Sam's arm for stability.]

-- s-sorry.

[She doesn't mind at all, having had some SERIOUS MISGIVINGS about going through a gateway the first few times, and some mild misgivings about going through a gateway... well, every time after.]

It's cool, it's cool. And by all accounts it's safe. I've asked.

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Sorry for my slow

all good~

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