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[weapabilities]

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.

Comments

[whatsupcroc]

< 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. >

[weapabilities]

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!"

[whatsupcroc]

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.

[weapabilities]

"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.

[whatsupcroc]

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! >

[weapabilities]

"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...?"

[whatsupcroc]

< 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.

[weapabilities]

"Well. I guess. As long as you'd promise not to use it to hurt anyone." She doesn't seem the type really, but it never hurts to have a disclaimer.

"Not that you seem like you would but. Hmmm."

He gives a final kind of nod.

[whatsupcroc]

< I wouldn't intend to, but... >

She climbs into the air, flapping her wings and spiraling down to land next to him. < If you're asking for accident insurance, you'll want to think twice right now. >

She won't make a promise she can't absolutely keep.

[weapabilities]

"Ah... well. Maybe on a less... roof. Ish. Area. I don't think this could support two Cybertronians."

This is a long way to go to satisfy curiosity, but it could be an incredible asset to have someone around who could make a body-double that way.

[whatsupcroc]

< Meet you down in the alley then! > Collette takes to the air, laughing as she darts up over the edge of the roof, then dives down below it.

< Wheeeeee! >

[weapabilities]

"Sure!"

And Drift? He just jumps. The concrete below is definitely going to be considered collateral damage from his excitement.

He lands in a crouch and then sits down, legs crossed after unclipping the great sword from his back and setting it aside.

[whatsupcroc]

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!

[weapabilities]

That is just so interesting to watch. Drift has never seen an organic do anything close to that.

At the request he nods, holding out his black-painted hand.

"Like this?"

Hopeful smile.

[whatsupcroc]

"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!

[weapabilities]

He does feel something, but not nearly what he'd expected. Moving his hand away when she speaks, he looks moderately disappointed.

"Darn. Maybe we could try again sometime? I mean. Did you. Uh. Did you get anything from that?"

[whatsupcroc]

"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.

[weapabilities]

"Maybe. We'll give it another try sometime. It would be really cool to see."

He stands, stretching slightly.

"Well, were you headed anywhere? I could take you?"

[whatsupcroc]

"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.

[weapabilities]

"Yeah, actually." Drift shrugs. That's a normal thing, right?

"You want my alt mode or I suppose you could just sit on my shoulders."

[whatsupcroc]

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."

[weapabilities]

"Shoulder it is." He's never actually done this but. Well. Here goes nothing!

"Got it."

Kneeling with a polite bow, he offers his hands, palm up for her to sit in.

"Ahem. Your uh. Chariot awaits?"

[whatsupcroc]

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.

[weapabilities]

Lifting her up, he gingerly places her on his shoulders so she can lean back against the hilt of the great sword and it will keep her in place for the most part.

"Hold onto me, okay?" He taps his head ears helm finials, indicating they might make a good hand-hold. Sure they're not really great to pull on, but he can tolerate that pretty easily.

"Okay. Just say something if you want off."

Looking for a good place to start, Drift simply resumes what he was doing previously. Robo-parkour. Taking off, he vaults them up over the nearest structure, darting down the street at a pretty good clip, climbing up the shorter buildings and jumping the gaps to make the shortest route to the desired location.

[whatsupcroc]

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.