kismet_loop | [accidental video]

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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.]

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I should be better than this. I should not wither at the prospect of being alone in this world. My Master trained me to face anything, and yet... I slip.

But I am grateful for your offer.

Don't beat yourself up over that, either. Nobody's perfect, and from everything I've seen? Cybertronians are like humans insofar as they are pretty social creatures, so it would be daunting for almost anyone... and you are less alone than it feels like.

My Master would be very disappointed if he could see me now. It is not about perfection of character, as no one can truly attain this, but about seeking the perfection of character. And I do not always succeed in this. But... it does help that I am not completely alone. I am loathe to think of what I might do if I were here with not a spark around.

[What would his Master say about that, he wonders.]

Speaking of this master of yours---he doesn't have any tie to the Drift here, does he?

[The Drift here isn't currently a part of a team, so far as she knows... and while she hasn't spent as much time with the mech as she'd like, they time they've spent in each other's company isn't insignificant---she surely would have heard something.]

No. The Drift that I have met here does not seem at all like my Master, so I can only assume they are different bots.

[By comparison, he hasn't spent really any time with the Drift here at all, so he doesn't really know if they're similar or not in any ways. So far, it doesn't really seem so, with the exception that they try to be helpful, in their own ways.]

[Is 'Drift' comparable to 'John' or 'Scott,' then? Maybe; she hasn't really learned a lot about Cybertronian naming conventions, though Cybertronian names have started to sound less strange.]

If that's not enough to put you off the idea, you could always come along with us whenever we hit up the library again...? We kind of have this ongoing research project goin' together.

[He honestly would not know. He hasn't really met with duplicate names until now. But the idea of going to the library doesn't seem like a bad idea. He's already come to regret not studying the histories as thoroughly as he should have. Now might be a good time to catch up on that, or at least for this world.]

I would be happy to go with you. There are many things I would like to know, if I can while I am here.

[Someday, they'll discuss this... but today, they've destinations to discuss.]

Would you like to go now? I'm not doing anything, really. And I think you should be able to fit on my ride, so I can pick you up, no problem.

[blink]

If now is a good time. I would not mind. Is there a place where I can meet you?

Well, where are you now?

[He doesn't know how to describe it, since it's not anything special, so he'll just send the coordinates like he did with Breakdown. He's not too far from there anyway.]

It is not far from the city. I did not want to risk finding the Miasma.

Okay. I'll be there in a little while.

I will be here.

[And he will, he'll be sitting out on the walkway out in front of the little warehouse he'd been in, situated as though he meant to meditate and isn't quite concentrating on it.]

[It is a while, but eventually the hrrrnrrr of its engine announces Sam's Polaris' approach. The adept is helmeted, but still easily identified---there aren't many human females active on the comm network, after all, and she waves and shouts as soon as she spys Jetstorm.]

Yo!

[Slowing to a stop, she puts the stree'doo in park and stands, pulling her helmet off before stepping over to offer the minicon her hand.]

Nice to meet you properly, in person.

[He doesn't mind the waiting. It gives him time to think and... he has much he needs to think about. If only he could clear his mind.]

[That vehicle she's using to approach him, it's... unique, to be sure, but he won't remark on it. He then gets himself to his feet when she hops off to come at him, bro. He's not so confused this time about the hand gesture and he reaches out to take it. And now that he sees her up close, he can make better sense of the strange marks on her. And he has no idea what they are.]

It is nice to meet you in person as well. You are... [headtilt] covered in strange markings.

[Nothin' like a sweet custom ride. Sometimes she misses her old suburban, but she's grown very fond of the stree'doo---it's perfect for Haven's perpetual summer.]

Closing in on 'completely,' too. [She grins, shaking Jetstorm's hand---her right is inked up, so he'll get a good look.] They're tattoos, though I guess the word might not mean much to someone without skin.

[He blinks those big, blue optics of his and adjusts them a little to really get a look.]

Fascinating. Are humans in your world born with these? These patterns are very intricate.

Thank you. And no, no, they're acquired. Skin has a couple of layers, you see? [She'll turn her hand so that Jetstorm can better see the its nails, and point to the cuticles.] Or, at least, you can kind of see. Tattoos are made by puncturing it to insert pigment underneath the first layer, to make a design. When the punctures heal up, the pigment's... basically encapsulated where it's embedded in the tissue, so there's a practically permanent mark.

[So curious.]

The whole process sounds painful, but it is beautiful.

[And now he's looking at the rest of her, that he can see, without circling her, though he does point to her neck, specifically at her shirt collar. He'd like to look under that, to see where it all goes and what the rest of it looks like, but he wouldn't presume to touch without permission.]

And it looks extensive. Why do you cover it? [He never understood human clothing anyway.]

[Okay, that clear curiosity is endearing---and appreciated, both for itself and the opportunity it presents. Cybertronians have generally been good sports about answering all of Sam's questions, so it's... nice to be able to return the favour.]

It does hurt, but not too bad---and besides, it's more than worth it.

[Smiling, she'll spread her hands as Jetstorm inspects her. She's picked up a few pieces since arriving in Haven, courtesy of Paian, but even before, her sheet music had spread over some sixty percent of her skin.]

It is. [And she chuckles.] And the answer to that is kind of complicated, but most Earth cultures have a taboo against being out and about with certain parts of the body uncovered. I cover as much as do mostly because I'm just used to dressing in this style when there's no reason to dress differently, but...

[Sam shrugs, and pulls off her tee since the sports bra she's wearing is only or even less revealing than the top of your average two-piece bathing suit.]

I've got no issue with wearing a little less.

[Those arms go wide and he blinks at her, making sure this is allowed before going to the hand he had before and looking all upons.]

Clothing is strange to me, but your sun can be harsh on human skin and you do not have thick fur to keep warm in the winter. It does not seem necessary all the time, like with your tattoos.

[Oh. And there went the shirt. And wow. Now he will circle her, slowly, taking his time to look at each line.]

Thank you. There is so much of this covered. It seems such a waste to hide this when you went through pain to achieve it. [One hand goes to the edge of her bra to try and pull it down over her shoulder at the strap, to see more of what's there.] What does it all say? I do not understand the language.

Thank you for your interest.

[She'll shrug again and take hold of the strap to slide it down, briefly. She's attended a couple of conventions, appeared in a couple of albums; this is par for the course, setting aside.]

Sometimes, I get to show it off, but while that's fun, it doesn't matter too too much because I got all these songs for myself. It's all songs---musical notation for the melodies. Like... [She touches the tips of her fingers to her upper arm, left side, and hums a snatch of Greensleeves.]

[She's not really helping his curiosity here. At all. He doesn't recognize what she's humming and he can't read the music like she can, but it still has his awe all the same.]

[He circles her again and goes back to the hand he'd held before.]

Can you teach me to read this, or does the library have instructions for it?

How's 'both' grab you? I can teach you the basics, and the library'll have examples of stuff I don't.

Then, I will take it into my studies.

[He stops himself there with a look, like something just occurred to him, and looks up at her.] Does this language appear anywhere else? I would like to learn, but it may take time, and I would be hesitant to ask you for so much of yours to allow me to read you.

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[much acting no wait that's v]

[ogod I miss him]

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