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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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< 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?"

< If I've acquired them, yep. > She has no comment on him knowing the Andalites -- doubtlessly something like the Cybertronians would have been of interest and note to the Andalites if they occupied the same universe. She has a sneaking suspicion this is another case to highlight just how different each given universe was from the next.

She likes it. There's some comfort in realizing how her world's alien problem, if not the other problems, wasn't a universal constant.

< They've got to be living for me to do that. >

So for the next minute or so, Drift thinks. Drift thinks hard. And while he's a very internal person, he's not very smart. So it takes him a moment to work this out but his optics narrow, as those gears turn...

At last he appears to come to a conclusion, turning to her excitedly.

"Does that mean- you could be a Cybertronian?! I'm living! I'm alive!"

That's a question she actually doesn't know. < I don't know! Do you have DNA or something like it? > The Chii didn't work like that, as they were entirely constructed. She has no idea if Cybertronias were simularly built, making them reliant on something other than internal blueprints like DNA to dictate how it was they came into existence, and what it is they should be.

"Well. Sort of. I mean we have internal schematics. Some of us. Some of us were 'forged'. What a human might call 'born'. Others were cold-constructed..."

Drift taps his finger to his chin.

She tilts her bird head to the side. < Maybe? I mean, I can try to acquire you, and we'd know one way or the other. Though I'm thinking it'd only maybe work with those of you who're forged. Cold constructed sounds much more like these guys from back home who're androids, and I can't morph an android! >

"I was forged." That's why he had so much trouble keeping a job. He never really found what he was good at before it was too late.

""It would be incredible to see. Do you just have to look at me or...?"

< I have to be human again, and then I have to touch you. Not anywhere in particular, it's not specific like that or anything. Just a touch! If I can acquire you, we'd know then. Though are you sure you're okay with me even trying? If you have something like DNA, unless I'm allergic to it, as far as I know I'll have it for as long as I'm alive. >

She shifts, nails tip tip tipping on his shoulder as she shuffles around to give him a right curious look.

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