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kismet_loop2015-07-18 07:03 pm
still_learning) wrote in kismet_loop2015-07-18 07:03 pm
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[accidental video]
[It's been a few days since the end of the explosions that have been following him and others throughout the place. Jetstorm wasn't alone during that time, not entirely, but now that it's over, he's getting time to think about what all has happened. Who he was left with, the world he finds himself in now, the idea that they could all find themselves under attack again at any time, for any or no reason at all.]
I am a warrior.
[Where he is now isn't clear, but by the absence of sound in the room but for what Jetstorm himself makes, it's clear he's alone. If his feet could wear a path in the ground walking the same circle over and over, they would. There is no indication for how long he has been walking like this, one end of his nunchucks in each hand as if he thought he might need it. He seems fretful as he argues with himself, and completely oblivious to the little drone close by, silently recording everything.]
I am strong. I am swift.
[His hands lower and he doesn't seem to notice it or care. One hand lets go of a grip to reach up and rub down his face. A few paces later, his other hand goes a little too slack and his weapon goes down to the ground with a clatter. The Minicon looks down at it in horror with a cry.]
Ah! No!
[In a rush, he darts down to retrieve his nunchucks and clutches them in front of him again, grip renewed. One hand pulls into his subspace to retrieve the only other item he has ever carried on his person: a cleaning cloth. With a whimper, he steps over to sit down on a small stool that may or may not have been for a bot his size, or perhaps for a human, and begins to methodically wipe down his weapon from one end to the other, always in small, counter clockwise circles.]
Most humble apologies, Master Drift.
[But his fingers are trembling. He misses spots, only to go back and work over them again.]
I am strong... I am...
[Finally, he gives in and hugs his knees to himself, pinning his nunchucks against him, and shivers.]
I am a warrior.
[Where he is now isn't clear, but by the absence of sound in the room but for what Jetstorm himself makes, it's clear he's alone. If his feet could wear a path in the ground walking the same circle over and over, they would. There is no indication for how long he has been walking like this, one end of his nunchucks in each hand as if he thought he might need it. He seems fretful as he argues with himself, and completely oblivious to the little drone close by, silently recording everything.]
I am strong. I am swift.
[His hands lower and he doesn't seem to notice it or care. One hand lets go of a grip to reach up and rub down his face. A few paces later, his other hand goes a little too slack and his weapon goes down to the ground with a clatter. The Minicon looks down at it in horror with a cry.]
Ah! No!
[In a rush, he darts down to retrieve his nunchucks and clutches them in front of him again, grip renewed. One hand pulls into his subspace to retrieve the only other item he has ever carried on his person: a cleaning cloth. With a whimper, he steps over to sit down on a small stool that may or may not have been for a bot his size, or perhaps for a human, and begins to methodically wipe down his weapon from one end to the other, always in small, counter clockwise circles.]
Most humble apologies, Master Drift.
[But his fingers are trembling. He misses spots, only to go back and work over them again.]
I am strong... I am...
[Finally, he gives in and hugs his knees to himself, pinning his nunchucks against him, and shivers.]
FIGHT IT BD U KNOW U CAN WIN
I, uh... [He slips his weapon back behind him and puts away the cloth and reaches out and takes that little drone so he can see.] I apologize for leaving without saying anything. I did not go far. I only needed time to think.
He's already lost this battle.
awwww bb I'm sorry here is a tissue for your troubles
I had hoped not to be found, like this.
[Hoped... Too late for that. He'll just quietly send coordinates.]
Kinda hard to keep his bad-bot rep when he's befriended squishies who like to climb on him.
[He's keeping this feed open as he walks your was.]
...There war where you're from? [Breakdown, he's from your future...isn't that going to be insane to find out if he ever does?]
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[He's watching the feed now, and... why is the background moving behind you?]
You are travelling. If I may ask, where are you going, Breakdown?
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[He shakes it off....and then gives Jetstorm a flat look...]
[Just before he opens the door to where the minicon is.] Guess.
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[That door opening startles him into dropping the drone with a cry, but it floats on over to the side safely, leaving Jetstorm to curl where he is, not really sure what to do now.]
Breakdown, please, you did not need to...
[well shit]
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[He huffs and motions Jetstorm to step out and follow him.] C'mon...
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I had not wanted to be found. I needed time to think, but I will come back, if you will still allow me to stay. Please, do not think I mean I am ungrateful for your concern.
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Come with me, Jetstorm.
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[He resigns himself and gets up and makes his way slowly over.]
Where are we going?
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[Sorry, Jetstorm, you're small, he's going to scoop you up once you're close...unless you get out of the way first.]
Look, I get what you're going through. You've lost everything familiar to you, you don't know what to do, where to go, or what to think. Locking yourself away in a room and trying to convince yourself that you're strong and swift, isn't going to help.
You need a place to fit it, at least for now, it's always possible someone you know can show up here later, but for now, you need to feel it, not just be saying it.
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[And he can't really say anything to that. Might as well have put his thoughts behind a slab of glass.]
Where can I find this? Is there a combat simulator in this place? [because he damn well doesn't feel strong in mind right now]
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[He's just gonna walk them out to a decently open area before putting Jetstorm down again.] All right, mini, show me what you can do.
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But I do not wish to attack you. A-are we only... sparring?
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I... No, that is... if you do not wish me to hold back.
[But still, so much uncertainty.]
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[He'll shift into a stance to be ready for an attack.]
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Okay. [He moves into a stance himself, empty handed.] May I request no weapons before we begin?
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Come at me with anything you want.
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Very well.
[Not that his size may not be of any benefit to him. He's got an idea where he wants to start, just to test the waters, and he goes for it with a shout, making a feint left, then darting to the right to come in for a kick to that knee.]
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Good. [he gruns when the kick hits and his knee buckles a little. Unfortunately Breakdown is a seasond war vet only recently separated from the war.] You're good with your feignts, not obvious. You're kick had good power behind it. You've learned pretty well for someone who's not seen war.
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[He hadn't attempted more than that one kick, not up front, and he's surprised that it did indeed connect... and that Breakdown didn't seem to try to avoid it at all. Even still, he's careful to fling himself out of range again once he gets the footing to do so.]
Master Drift has trained me intensively. I would not be what I am now if not for his teachings. He fought in the war.
[He... could go back in for the opposite ankle, but with Breakdown's lack of defense or offense, he's not sure. So he'll wait, expecting a counter attack.]
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So you have been trained. The way you were talkin' to your lself back there, I wasn't sure.
[He makes that "come at me" gesture, and waits.]
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[Another feint to the left, but if he can this time, he'll make a go for that other ankle, hoping to at least spread his stance more, get him off balance.]
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