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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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"Hold onto me, okay?" He taps his head
earshelm 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.
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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.
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"You okay up there?" His engine gives a proud rev as they come to a stop and he offers her a hand to help her down.
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He gingerly places her back on her feet and gives the best charming smile he can muster.
"Thank you for riding air-Drift, we hope you enjoyed your trip."
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He bows politely and turns, lifting a hand to wave.
"See you around, Collette. It's been a pleasure."
With that, he's off, just as springy and nimble as ever.