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exsiliumlogs2013-02-06 05:35 pm
weapabilities) wrote in 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.
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.
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You know.
In style!
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"Hop in."
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"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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Drift's voice emanates from the dashboard console. Giving his passenger time to buckle up before he takes off at full speed.
He's just a bit of a crazy driver.
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"Whoa, prodigious!"
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"I'm not even trying!" Okay so maybe it went to his head. But he's not going to pull any serious stunts right off the bat.
He does however, live up to his namesake, drifting every corner they come up on.
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"And you're sure it's all safe?"
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"Cybertronians are born like this. It's just like walking you know? A Cybertronian without an alt-mode is considered crippled. I've heard of mechs going completely crazy that they couldn't transform."
He ramps off a curb and sends them flying for a brief few seconds.
"But this? Ommf-! Totally safe. I've had much worse driving conditions. Now, put me on a sheet of ice and put three Terrorcons behind me and then we may start to breach the 'totally safe' area."
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He cheers when the car leaps through the air. "Then it's a good thing it doesn't get that cold here."
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"Here we are. Hope that was up to par."
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