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Drift ([personal profile] weapabilities) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-02-06 05:35 pm

elephant [OPEN]

Date & Time: Feb 6th, all day.
Location: Around the outskirts of the city.
Characters: Drift and YOU!
Summary: Finally bored with hiding, Drift takes a walkabout. Which means robot parkour!
Warnings: None, will update if needed.
Note: You can enter in from the given prose or write a setup and I can adjust/write into it. You can also post in your preferred format and I'll match!



Boredom and anxiety drive him out of the abandoned building he's made his temporary home for the time being. He hasn't felt comfortable going to his designated housing. Unsure if he'd fit or even be very well-received. At least he's starting to settle with the fact that most humans here aren't out to trap or kill him.

That's a new and exciting concept. Fortunately, it appears nobody has really seen a Cybertronian, save for that one fellow, who didn't much seem to care.

So he ventures out, unfolding from his vehicle mode to dart down the empty streets and look for anything useful. The information he'd been given... he isn't sure if he can trust it at all now. It doesn't bode well, either way. He's been thrown into this mess, and the talk of war.

War.

He'd not adjusted well. About as well as Rodimus or Atomizer or Whirl (Primus, Whirl...) to not having 'kill Decepticons' as the primary M.O. anymore.

He's not sure if he's relieved or depressed that he's back in the apparent thick of it again. But it's what he's good at. Killing. As much as the "Flaky Spiritualist" act sustained him on the Lost Light, he knows deep down it is just that. An act, even if he played the part so well that even he started believing it.

Drift vaults himself up onto a sturdy looking building, using it to reach a crumbling ledge of something taller. He climbs, scaling until he reaches some of the upper-rooftops.

"What am I going to do?" He asks the sword on his back, which maintains it's silence, as always.

"Am I here for a reason?"

Perhaps.

Or maybe it's just happenstance, just like Ratchet would tell him. But he pretends to have a purpose, and moves on.
whatsupcroc: (☇ curious: tell me all your stories)

[personal profile] whatsupcroc 2013-02-17 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Meanwhile Collette hovers in place to try and figure out a clear place to land. When she does, close to one of his knees, she begins the demorphing process. Mucha s before it's singularly hard to fathom, a disjointed, disturbing move from pigeon to human girl. She sits up, dusting herself off once she's fully herself again.

"Feel like lending me a hand?" This time she smiles, knowing it's for a different purpose. She could do it herself, but it felt right to have it be so mutually deliberate.

If this crazy thing would even work in the first place!
whatsupcroc: (☇ smile: got me good you jerk)

[personal profile] whatsupcroc 2013-02-18 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Like that," she says, placing her hand against a portion of his. Collette concentrates, the way she does when acquiring. It's hard to say if anything's working.

Though there's a vague sense of heaviness, and she shakes her head, watching him. It doesn't look like he's entered the morph trance... "I don't think I can acquire you," she said, barely managing to keep the disappointment out of her voice. An organic robot... would have taken the cake!
oncearanger: (engineering: guns)

[personal profile] oncearanger 2013-02-18 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure. One precipitation-free cloudy day, we'll have to meet," Billy nods, smirking slightly.
whatsupcroc: (☇ consider: potential actions)

[personal profile] whatsupcroc 2013-02-18 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I feel kind of heavy." Collette frowns, biting down on her lip as she considers this sensation. "Which is new. Yeah, we can try again sometime! Maybe you're just super complex."

Or maybe she needs to see if trying to acquire a car will give her the same results.
whatsupcroc: (☇ consider: what's up doc?)

[personal profile] whatsupcroc 2013-02-20 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
"I was probably going to head back to the apartments." She looked up at him, craning her head back this time. "Why? Offering to give me a lift?"

Collette grinned, amused at the thought.
whatsupcroc: (☇ smile: a little embarrassed)

[personal profile] whatsupcroc 2013-02-20 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
She wanted to ask what his alt mode was, but right now, sitting on a shoulder was kind of a thrilling idea. "Shoulder would be fine!" Not like her butt would feel the full extent of it being uncomfortable, if it was.

"Though you'd probably have to put me up there yourself. I, ah, am not much one for walking like this, let alone climbing."
whatsupcroc: (☇ grin: sounds like a plan)

[personal profile] whatsupcroc 2013-02-20 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Collette snorts, shooting him a smile as she tries to keep the awkward maneuvering to a minimum. Pulling herself up into his hand and then settling her legs along with the rest of her, holding her chin up high and breathing in deep before nodding her head. "Take it away, Drift."

Which was more or less the invitation to bring her on up, but she has to squash the moments of excited uncertainty making her stomach feel like it was filled with all sorts of chaotic little butterflies.
oncearanger: (best days ahead)

[personal profile] oncearanger 2013-02-20 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy looks absolutely delighted by the prospect of a ride. He racks his brain for an answer, then snaps his finger. "My garage? It's on the other side of town, half-finished, near the junkyard. it's the grey one with the blue stripes."
whatsupcroc: (☇ happy: are you for real?)

[personal profile] whatsupcroc 2013-02-21 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Collette holds on for dear life and possibly a god she doesn't believe in (versus the two she did, hello Balder, hello Loki) and a country that stopped existing hundreds of years ago in this reality. Thankful for every last bit of her upper body strength, Collette occasionally gasps and shouts out -- in high spirits, a grin splitting her face when she's sure enough she's not about to go flying off into a world of pain at a moment's notice.

There are way too many people who move in whole different, exciting ways around here. She loves it!

So much so that she's laughing with a certain breathlessness byt the time they reach the apartments, color in her cheeks, hair a total mess, and eyes wide and close to sparkling with the excitment of this all. Adrenaline? She's got that coursing through her system aplenty.
whatsupcroc: (☇ happy: best news I've heard all week)

[personal profile] whatsupcroc 2013-02-21 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm better than okay! That was crazy," she says, laughing still, reaching out for his hand and flopping down into it more than making any graceful effort at a transition. "You move like -- like -- I'm not even sure what!"
whatsupcroc: (☇ smile: glad to see you)

[personal profile] whatsupcroc 2013-02-21 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
She snorts, settled back down on the ground. "A plus, would ride again." With a nod in affirmation, she manages to bring herself back under her own control. She's still pleased, but less effervescently. "Thanks for the dro poff, Drift."
oncearanger: (bashful)

[personal profile] oncearanger 2013-02-22 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Wow, thank you," Billy whispered gratefully, nudging the door open. He sat very carefully, not knowing how much weight might stress Drift's joints.

"You're...wow. This is amazing," Billy said before they even took off, examining every inch of the interior. This was simply awesome.

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