kismet_loop | [accidental video]

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tf: rid | jetstorm

[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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Perhaps I should speak with him.

[Maybe.]

You totally should. At the very least, he's a good person to know---and to be able to refer other people to.

I would have to eventually anyway, yes? Where are all of the Guardians? I have met one, in the medbay.

Well, maybe not have to, but the odds are good. There's Wheeljack at the Hub, Irja at the farm, Rathan in the ruins out West... That's not all the Guardians, but those are the ones I know where to find.

I was told they are the ones who keep the Miasma out of the city. How do we help them?

...I haven't really gotten into that as of yet, since I've been paying more attention to helping the people who've come here since I came, and trying to pay back the people who've helped me.

[Legit aims? Of course. Still, she sounds a little sheepish.]

[He can understand that. He's still not sure what to do about Breakdown himself. What does he know about paying someone back other than attaching himself to them - literally - and becoming their student?]

I can understand. There are other things I would like to do with my time here, but I am not sure if it is me overreaching beyond what are my limits or if I am not reaching far enough.

[Though that gives him an idea, since she brought it up.]

Do you know Breakdown?

Hard to reach too far if you're hoping to help, in my own opinion.

[As they're coming up to the Library, Sam slows the stree'doo, stopping it beside the building so that it's out of anybody else's way.]

I do!

[She dismounts and removes her helmet, revealing a sunny smile.]

Since he showed up, actually. Good friend of mine.

[That was... interesting, to say the least. Too bad he can't do it under his own steam like a normal Cybertronian. At least he didn't have to kiss the pavement to save her vehicle though. He'll wait until she's got it at a stop and removed herself before he caaaaaarefully gets off it himself.]

He... did something for me I did not expect of a Decepticon when I came here. Do you think I should do something for him, to repay his kindness?

[Once Jetstorm is off, Sam pauses to stow her helmet in the stree'doo's storage compartment. She considers briefly, then nods.]

It's a nice thought, so yeah. Yeah, I'd say you should go for it. Why not? I don't think he'd expect it, but I'm sure he'd appreciate it.

You got anything in mind?

[He really should make himself a To Do list, shouldn't he?]

I do not. I do not know him, or what he would appreciate, or if he would. I do not know if it would be appropriate or if I should at all. I do not think we are even friends. But he has risked himself for me and he let me into his home.

[Maybe that ought to be the gift of appreciation itself.] Or maybe I should find a new home. Do you think he would like that?

[Couldn't hurt.]

You remember when you first got here and I mentioned we tend to muddle through by meaning well? This sort of falls under that. Is it appropriate? I think so. One good turn deserves another, and all. As for what he'd appreciate...

I'd wait on moving out, since that might send the wrong signal. Have there been hints dropped about it, or anything...?

[He nods, but it's a small one, just barely there.]

I recall mentioning it to him while we were in the medbay, but I have not tried to leave. I do not know if my presence there is wanted, but he does not seem to mind, and I am not... [He's hesitant to say it.] ready to leave.

If he doesn't seem to mind, don't sweat it. Breakdown seems to me to be the sort of guy that, if something bugs him? It'll show. If you're alright with the arrangements as they are, and they seem to be working well enough with the others, you might as well stick with it---at least a while longer.

[He's silent for a time, letting that marinate. It doesn't make him feel and it does, but in the end, he can only nod and look forward to whatever he needs to find in the library. About sheet music. And stuff.]

[Sam's thinking something over as they head in, though she hurries the last two or three steps for enough of a lead to hold the door for Jetstorm, as is polite.]

I know Breakdown likes Earth movies well enough. Horror shows, he says, are more Knock Out's jam... so maybe we could find him a few from some other genre? Maybe drama, probly not suspense.

[He could... Okay. He'll let her hold the door for him.]

Thank you. Do you know many movies? I am afraid I have not seen any myself.

Decent number? I'm not a huge movie buff, but I like a show to unwind with, and oh, man.

[She lets the door swing shut, shaking her head.]

We're gonna have to remedy that, just for fun.

[He'll admit, he's not clear on a few of the terms she's using just now, but he'll just go with it.]

How should we do this?

Ideally, have you come over to visit and watch a movie with my roommate and myself? Since you can actually come into our apartment. That's a nice change.

[There's not really much thought to be put into that at all.]

I would be glad to do this. While I was on Earth, I was only able to observe one of their entertainment methods, but it was not a movie. It was a battle simulation.

[So many of Sam's friends can't come over because they can't come inside; exceptions are awesome, and she can't stay keep from smiling.]

I'm glad you'd be glad! We haven't got too many movies yet, but now that it's easier to go through what the Warehouse has to offer... and oh?

[She tilts her head, intrigued.]

Where were you that had a battle simulation? Was it one of those booth things, or...?

[He knows what that's like, in a way. But where he's from, it's more likely that he'd find himself too small to use many of the things his allies can.]

It was not in a booth. Lieutenant Bumblebee's team had the command console of the prison ship, the Alchemor, situated at their base. They found battle simulations within it that the small human, Commander Russell, allowed my partner and I to use to train. But, it seemed strange. It was not traditional.

Okay, this is sounding more and more like a story I need to hear the whole of.

[She can't help smiling as she says so, because hey---that's gotta be a good story.]

I'll let you elaborate before I'm on you with questions, though.

[Well, he'd had to tell a story at the time. Why not tell the story of him telling a story?]

I would not mind telling you. What do you wish to know?

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