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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.
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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.

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"Yeah, my species has those too."

He leans in. Gross.

"How gross are we talking about? I really want to see it, if it's not really invasive of me, that is."

"Apparently you're going to learn first hand how gross gross really is! Though that was my last warning, if you watch this whole thing, that's all on you."

Collette gave no further indication of her intentions, forming the image of the pigeon in her mind. The changes were immediate. Her eyes started to shift around on her face, her nose lengthening as feathers formed like so many hundreds and thousands of blackheads bursting in tandem from under her clothing, then through it, leotard and tanktop lost under the wave of feathers.

She began to shrink rapidly, arms pulling back and popping with an unheard sound as they were pulled into proper form for a win, flesh extending off the length of her arm and connecting to her body. Contortions marked as her legs shortened, limbs she'd never moved since his arrival growing scaly and yellowish , talons extending from toes that were pulling together, another traveling back with the same distorted, jarring motion as the rest of her.

It takes all of a minute for there to be a perfectly recognizable pigeon sitting on the roof where before there'd been a human girl. She's not sure if her Thought Speak will work with him, but attempts nonetheless to communicate.

< How's that for a party trick? >

She flaps her wings, head tilting to the side so one eye can focus on the immense bulk of Drift right in front of her.

The noise that comes out of Drift as he abruptly stands, taken aback by the downright strange transformation can only be described as a squeak.

"I-I've never seen an organic be able to do that! And I've seen some things!"

Once he appears to get over the initial shock he gets down on all fours to squint at her now that she's very tiny. How she managed to communicate he's not certain, but he definitely understood her.

"You became a tiny little bird..." As if it wasn't obvious. He makes as though he perhaps wants to poke her with one finger but thinks better of it.

Now she's even more tiny and fragile.

< A pigeon, to be exact! >

Collette pulled her head back in close to her chest as he reached out, involuntarily retreating out of awareness of just how tiny she was in comparison. This was closer to how she'd felt with Simmaeri!

< We call this morphing where I'm from. Pretty amazing, huh? >

She spread her wings, striking a pose.

Edited (sentences how do you work) 2013-02-12 14:36 (UTC)

"Wow, just. Wow!"

He pulls back, afraid of upsetting her by getting too curious.

"And you can do this any time? Do you change back the same way? What's flying like?"

Yes, Drift. Assault her with questions.

< Basically, yes, and it's the most amazing thing in the world! You think you've felt an adrenaline rush before, but it's so much more than just that. Flying is the most free thing I've ever done! Scariest and most awesome all at once. Not to mention, when you're a bird, it's as easy as eating yogurt from a tube! >

Collette walks in a small circle, then takes to the air. She flies up to land on the proper edge of the roof.

"I gotta say, I'm a bit jealous. I've always wondered what it would be like to have a flight-capable frame." He smiles in spite of that, though, watching her flutter up and land there.

"By the way..." He taps he hums, leaning back to recline a little more.

"What is yogurt and why does it come in tubes?"

< You've been on Earth but never heard of yogurt? Man, there is so much I have to show you! >

She's pleased at the prospect, feathers fluffing out before falling back into place.

"I wasn't in a very good position to find out most things about Earth." Though the prospect of showing him does invite a small smile to his mouth. He's never had someone so enthusiastic to teach him things.

Cautiously, he extends out a finger for her to hop to.

"This pigeon bird is very... cute?"

She takes his invitation, flapping as she hopped up and over onto his finger. Her talons scrabble for purchase at first, but soon enough she's certain of her hold.

< Hah! I think you're the first person who's ever told me that, > she says, mental voice light with amusement. < Though they're pretty in their own way. I used to just think of them as kind of fat, greedy things. >

"Well," Drift lifts his hand up slowly, the light in his optics almost crossing as he looks closely at her, "I think the fatness adds to the charm."

Spoken like a true gentleman. Mech.

Whatever.

Gentlemech, clearly. She laughs in response, fluffing her feathers again for extra added roundness. < They're still greedy. Trust me! I know what their instincts are like. >

She finds herself curious on other things, moving her head so that one eye can look up at his face.

< Where are you staying around here? >

He looks utterly delighted at the fluffiness, and almost mimics the action, pieces of his plating shifting a little here and there, rearranging to make him look bigger with a mechanical whirr.

The question derails him though and he turns his head.

"Oh, just in a warehouse I found. I have considered going to the offered housing but. Well. I'm not sure I'd fit..."

Collette finds herself amused, delighted by the mimicry. She didn't know robots could do that!

< There's places right by the apartment complex that could probably be converted for someone your size. Then you'd be with everyone! It wouldn't feel so cut off that way. Do you get lonely right now? >

His parts are made to change and shift, so there are naturally a lot of movable parts.

Well that's a loaded question. She invites honesty, but he's still wary of over sharing.

"Mmm... I usually like to spend my free time alone, to contemplate the depth of solitude." That sounded deep, right?

"But I suppose. I suppose I'll have a lot of free time..." There's always been that part of him that's immensely lonely. But those he gets close to tend to die or get hurt. First Gasket, then Wing. Making friends with this organic to begin with is risky.

He visibly draws inward.

"Maybe just part of the time. I don't want to trouble anyone."

< You're one of those goes off to brood types, are you? >

She's met a few, had a few as important friends. It just wasn't what struck her first about Drift. Then again, she had just met him!

< It's not a trouble to spend time with interesting people. I know a few guys who'd probably love you just because you are an awesome, four million year war long war surviving robot alien! Even if you weren't any of those things, I'd still enjoy spending time with you. >

"Ah-" Nailed it.

Ironically, for how much Drift tries to outwardly be that flaky spiritualist who's offensively up-beat, that's really not him at the core.

"Jeez, okay, okay, you're going to flatter me into the ground over here."

She just met him and she's already saying things like that. Drift doesn't know what he did to deserve such kindness.

< That'd be a feat, considering how high off above we are right now! >

Still, she settled back, figuring he got the point my now. Who wouldn't want to be friends with a space faring robot? No one with any sort of sense for the interesting!

"Yeah well, at the rate you're going..." The white mech smirks, shrugging his large shoulders.

"It's been a long time since I've talked to someone as nice as you."

He could count the years in fact.

< Hopefully not millions of years long. There's a lot of nice people here. A lot of good ones too, but the two aren't exactly the same. Which is good! Variety keeps life and friendships interesting. >

She shifts, craning her head back around the other direction. < You'll meet a bunch of them when you stick around. >

"No, but long enough," He chuckles. She's so optimistic. It's incredibly refreshing to be honest, to not have to be 'that guy', and have someone who's genuinely like this.

"I hope I get the chance to... I do need to get back eventually, but I think my captain will be okay without me."

Rodimus has Magnus after all.

< According to the guys who brought us here, they won't have time to notice you were gone! Which is kind of nice, a comforting sort of thing. It's like you get to live a secret second life away from everything you knew before. >

It was both a boon and a blessing, equally touched on as a relief. Still weird. A second life that was forgotten, but if the value came only in memory, then the time spent living it was invaluable to all.

"Well, that's fortunate. Some kind of time. Distortion. Interesting. Perceptor would love this," Drift muses, shifting to transfer her so she can perch on the edge of one of hos shoulder guards.

It makes it easier for him to lean back again, engine giving a thoughtful rumble.

"So... I have to ask. How is it that you change your shape? Is it something all humans where you're from can do or is this just a you-thing?"

< It's not really either! It's an Andalite technology thing. Morphing is something the Andalites came up with, and a group of humans were sort of... lent the technology. >

They really had been, though she's not sure how well Andalites as a whole were taking any idea of a species outside of them using morphing tech. There's more she doesn't know about Andalites at all, and she's not so sure she wants to know. Ax had been living on Earth for years, and he still experienced significant trouble when around any of the auxiliaries outside of James and the two others who'd been made "whole."

She settles down on his shoulder, considering how this all came to be. < Though it sticks with you, once you have it. >

"Andalite, huh? An organic creature with the ability to change it's shape drastically... I'm surprised I haven't heard of them."

Then again most Cybertronians are big fat space-racists so there's probably that.

"Wow. So you have it for good. You can take on other forms, right?"

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