Jetstorm (
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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.]
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You tease Breakdown about his age? [Let him think on that, because at some point in time, these two are beating down on each other, or something sommat probably before this convo.]
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Dirge is kind of awful. And also an ass.
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[Also, give him a minute to process that term.]
Ah, he resembles an Earth mule. I will keep watch for him, then.
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[Oh! But Sam manages to stay straight-faced, since this misunderstanding is on her.]
Oh, I'm sorry---lemme clarify! Dirge is actually a Seeker, but I call him an ass in the sense he's a disagreeable person. A very disagreeable person. Tried to murder me once.
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[He did back on Earth, anyway. Oh, and isn't that just lovely. They have a killer in their midst, as if things weren't rough enough for them without.]
Why would he want to do something like that? That is a terrible thing to do!
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[Sam shrugs.]
In part, because he thought it would be easier. But to actually answer... Dirge is a very enthusiastic omnivore, willing to eat absolutely anything, and had once wondered if farming humans would be feasible. I told him that that was just an awful idea to be ruled right out and tried to explain why, he got all testy and said he'd eat whatever he wanted to, I told him that if that included people I would give him all kinds of grief, and the situation sort of snowballed.
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I now have him more or less muzzled, but you'll still wanna wary of him.
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[And then the rest of that and... he visibly shudders. And continues that lock]
He should not even be able to process organic matter. Has he gone insane?
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Somehow he does, though, in addition to ordinary energon and other stuff like chunks of metal. And I'm not saying anything on his sanity.
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He does not sound Cybertronian at all.
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[damn straight]
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It... is a lot to take in, but better to learn it now than be shook up about it later on. My roomie and I [she shakes her head, laughing a little] we initially thought we had the same world, just different present points, and came across the whole differing histories only incidentally.
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Is your... roomie... another human? I wonder if I might happen upon a Cybertronian one day who would seem to be from my own world, but we also have known different histories.
[This is intense. Are there really any ends to the possibilities?]
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Odds of it aren't bad.
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[Come to think of it.]
Has anyone ever managed to leave this place? To return home?
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[Sam draws a slow breath, biting at her lip as she weighs an answer.]
I'm told it has happened, at times, with people being 'reclaimed' by the miasma we arrived through... but I'm not aware of anyone managing to get home under their own power. I'm sorry; I really, really wish it were otherwise.
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In truth, I do not know if I would try to return or if I would stay here, had I the power to do either. I would not have known anyone here were it not for what happened to me to get me here, but I do worry about everyone back where I am from. But I know that they will be just fine without me. Master Drift is with them.
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Aw, it sounds like the people here have made quite an impression on you already.
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I arrived here in the middle of an attack on everyone. Strangers to me risked their lives to help me and a small human child. A Decepticon came to me and took me to get help when I was injured, and then he offered me a space in his shelter. These are not kindnesses to be taken or given lightly. I do not think I should be in a hurry to leave everyone here behind me.
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I am glad to hear that. A part of me knows it already, but another part of me has had great difficulty believing it. I hope to find a resolution to my internal conflicts soon.
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[Action]
[such action]
[much acting no wait that's v]
[ogod I miss him]
[aw thank you]
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