re_alignment | VIDEO

Entry tags:

tf: idw | perceptor

VIDEO | JUNK PILE

[ Guess who's back to shooting things in the junk pile?

This guy.

Hopefully he's being more careful, seeing as he's narrating this entry while staring down the scope of... Something. It looks like a fusion of his usual sniper rifle and a certain someone's plasma weaponry. ]

I'm rather fascinated with the abilities of those pages to create a working item from admittedly sparse notes. This particular weapon functions far better than I could have hoped, considering I did little more than jot down a few rough concept sketches. The accuracy is a little off at the moment, but with a few adjustments I feel it could be quite formidable in combat scenarios.

[ He pauses to line up a shot, humming thoughtfully as a bright blue blast obliterates something (that looks uncannily like a toaster) in the distance. ]

Hm, perhaps if I modified the scope...

Ah, Vandal, could you spare a moment or two? Seeing as the conceptual basis of this gun originates in your technology, I would appreciate your input on modifying it further.

To everyone else... Has anyone had any items or effects linger from the, mm, outbreak of oddities we experienced recently?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Want some company?

You would be more than welcome, Drift.

I'll be there.

You think you can outshoot me with that thing? [Almost a wink of challenge.]

Vandal and Kagerou will also be joining us, if that's alright.

[ Perceptor can't help but smirk a little. ]

I think it is entirely probable.

Fine with me.

[He smiles at the smirk, one optic ridge raising in challenge.]

Probable enough to lay a wager on it?

Perhaps. What do you have in mind?

Depends what you're willing to wager.

Or what you want from me.

[He's so bad at flirting, but he is trying.]

Well, all I really have to offer is myself.

[ Flirting is a skill Perceptor has a lot of trouble honing. ]

[Wait, did he just...was Perceptor offering...uh?]

Well. That could work.

[He refuses to be shown up. ]

[ He's intentionally leaving that open to interpretation okay. ]

We'll just have to see, then.

Feel free to join us at your leisure.

You better be ready for it when you lose.

[A grin: he knows he's not going to win, but half the fun--he hopes--is the smack talk. It's not something he gets to do a lot.]

I'll be right there.

[ Perceptor just chuckles. ]

I'll be waiting.

Not for long~.

[It's a tease; it feels good and comfortable, and it makes him wonder how much of the awkwardness between them had been...in Drift's head entirely. ]

[He's on his way, engine roaring, perhaps a little excitedly. ]

[ Perceptor is ready and waiting, toying absently with the sights on his new gun as he tries to kill time. He is, perhaps, a little more excited than is strictly necessary, but it's good to finally be hitting it off with Drift again. ]

[Drift rolls up to Perceptor's location. Okay, 'rolls up' is perhaps a bit of an understatement. Maybe, just maybe, he's showing off. Just a bit. Because, you know, positive attention.]

[Drift is about as transparent as a brick.]

[He grins, rising to his feet. ] Didn't keep you waiting too long?

[ Perceptor is quick to mirror Drift's grin, cocking one hip in a rare show of sass. ]

Not at all. Are you ready to settle our little wager?

You mean, are you ready to lose?

[He's milking the smack talk for all he can: he figures he's going to lose, anyway. ]

You're awfully confident for someone as familiar with my handiwork as you are.

[ Not that Perceptor doesn't like their little back and forth. It's refreshing to come back to after their period of awkward distance. ]

Did you bring your own gun, or will you be borrowing one of mine?

Because I'm also familiar with my handiwork.

[Are you buying this? He hopes you are. Because he's really struggling with the straight face.]

I thought it would be more humiliating to beat you with one of your own guns.

[So, yes, he'd like to borrow one.]

[ Perceptor produces a pistol from one hip, spinning it around to offer it butt-first to Drift. ]

It would be humiliating, wouldn't it? I doubt my pride could withstand such a blow.

[Drift grins, taking the pistol, making a show of examining it and the aiming sights.]

Mmm, it would. I guess I'll just have to, what do the humans say? Kiss and make better?

[ Perceptor laughs. ]

I believe that is the saying, yes.

Would you like to select our targets?

[The laugh is good to hear: it makes everything worth it. ]

I figure it's the least I could do.

You pick. This way you have no excuses.

Hm...

[ Perceptor looks out across the junk pile, looking for a suitable target ~~and ensuring there are no unaccounted for organics in the way~~. ]

How about that metallic container?

[ He gestures to a shipping container quite a ways down. ]

You target is the center of the shipping label on the side.

[Drift spots the target. There's a circular mark in the shipping label.]

All right. [He takes the pistol, holding it with both hands, reaching to aim along the sightposts. The trigger pull is sure and fast and the round lands on the outer edge of the circle. Not bad.]

Your turn. Don't get rattled now, Perceptor.

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