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re_alignment2013-01-10 10:09 am
sword_redemption) wrote in re_alignment2013-01-10 10:09 am
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[Drift's been running a perimeter of the Badlands for a few days now, on the lookout for Megatron's mysterious attacker, as he'd promised. It's been...good, getting away, and just lapping miles under his wheels, in that almost zen-like focus of driving. And it's given him an idea.]
You know what this place needs? [He is excited so he will just rush to the answer.]
It needs a good race track. Not one of those just...oval things, but a fun one, with sharp turns and slopes and different surfaces. Like rallycross, on Earth.
Anyone want to help?
((OOC: X-23, if you want to run into Drift, feel free to action up this post!))
You know what this place needs? [He is excited so he will just rush to the answer.]
It needs a good race track. Not one of those just...oval things, but a fun one, with sharp turns and slopes and different surfaces. Like rallycross, on Earth.
Anyone want to help?
((OOC: X-23, if you want to run into Drift, feel free to action up this post!))
[Action] /SO very late
[Following her initial encounter with what she had believed to be a Sentinel outside the strange fortress, X-23 had utilized the caverns and tunnels in the cold mountains to stay hidden as others searched for her. She remained tucked far out of sight for the first few days, especially while she had been attempting to remove her glyph marking forcefully to no avail. Her attention to that marking only waned once she came to the tentative conclusion that it holds no tracking properties based on the fact that she had managed to remain undetected while other presences passed without noticeable pause.]
[Now, after what she can only estimate to have been a full week of remaining loose, she is seeking other shelter beyond the mountains within what those of the Haven know as the wastelands. While the ice had sufficed for gathering water, she needs to find food. The combination of the cold, intermittent intense physical activity, healing her arm, and her naturally elevated basal metabolic rate had burned through her energy reserves.]
[With one arm loosely wrapped over her abdomen and the other down at her side, X-23 walks through the open expanse between rock formations. Every breath she draws is monitored for some sign of life, something that might lead her to a place that could provide sustenance. In the barren mountains where the air had been so cold, she had been unable to detect definite scents, and now, she’s looking for anything.]
[Action]
[He tops a rise, engine rumbling, pushing up to his bot mode to take a better look into the valley below.]
[Action]
[It is the rumble of the engine she hears that draws her attention from behind. Turning to look for the source, she steps one foot back only to stop as she spots the tall figure standing at the top of the ridge on one side of the valley. Although a distance away, she can still tell with ease that despite the humanoid shape, it is not an organic creature...possibly yet another model of a new, upgraded Sentinel.]
[Tensing through her whole body, X-23 glares silently towards the figure as she waits for it to move. She is too far from cover to run for it, and with how tired has become, she has to choose whether to stand or run. A Sentinel will track any target it has locked onto, but if she could just manage to damage it enough, she might have a chance to escape.]
[Action]
You need help?
[Action]
[Staring intently towards the other, X-23 remains still and on guard as it does nothing but watch her in return. As the figure moves, she drops both arms to her sides, but then stalls once more as she realizes that it has shifted down to one knee without any sign of weaponry activation.]
[Confusion sets in quickly and heavily.]
....what?
[Action]
Is there anything you need? Food? Shelter?
[Action]
[It is speaking English. She comprehends what it is saying, but in the context she knows, it makes no sense.]
Why...what are you?
[Last she knew, Sentinels are not capable of a conversation, or being helpful.]
[Action]
Cybertronian. You're on Cybertron.
[He's wondering if she's glyphed, how she wouldn't have heard this from the Acolytes.]
It's dangerous out here. I can take you some place safe.
[Action]
[Should Drift look to her upper arm, he might see the green glow that comes through over her jacket thanks to the glyph mark that belongs to Liege Maximo.]
[The words 'Cybertronian' and 'Cybertron' are quite alien to her, but her curiosity regarding them is quickly set aside. She takes up a defensive stance with a step and bend of her arms, but for the moment, does not extend her claws. She wants to make her point without inciting a fight she has little chance of winning in her current state.]
You're not taking me anywhere!
[Action]
[Action]
[X-23 doesn't know what to make of this individual yet, and she's still quite in the dark about things.]
Then who brought me here? Is Cybertron S.H.I.E.L.D. grounds?
[Action]
[Action]
That doesn't make sense. If you're a 'Cybertronian' doesn't that mean you're from this place?
[Action]
[And then there's the space raccoon.]
[Action]
[One thing at a time please. As it is she is having a hard time with the concept of multiple Earths.]
How is that possible...?
[Action]
[Yeah that's helpful.]
[Action]
[She doesn't know whether it is possible for robots to be crazy, but what is being suggested certainly sounds crazy. How does one respond to that?]
...
[Action]
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[Even if he is crazy, the bot doesn't seem dangerous, so X-23 lowers her guarded stance once more. Right now, she doesn't have many options.]
You...were offering help. Would you be willing to tell me where you and others have settled?
[Action]
We also have the Hub, which is just us, refugees. It's as close to neutral territory as we have. We have some human food there.
[Doesn't that sound enticing. Human food!]
[Action]
[The mention of the temples brings forward her memories of the fortress where she woke, not that she understands the title of 'First Forged'. She would rather avoid returning to that place if that is indeed one of the temples. The Hub however is an open alternative, and she needs food more that Drift might understand. It feels like her stomach is trying to digest itself.]
What do you want in exchange for a ration of food?
[Action]
Just, I guess, that you help someone when they need it in the future. [That sounds like something Wing would approve of.]
[Action]
[She hesitates at that. The requested exchange is odd... Nothing was ever given to her, and the vague proposal to help someone when they need it is unsettling. It could mean so much. Perhaps though, that lack of definition could be argued in her favor if she ever found herself faced with a distasteful demand to fill the bargain...assuming arguments would be heard.]
[Glancing downwards in thought for but a brief moment, she takes in a deeper breath as she straightens herself a little taller before looking back up to the bot on the ridge.]
...okay.
[Action] orz delay/lifesuction
I can take you there, or I can lead and you can follow.