re_alignment | [Video][A friend lost and a strange light Shining]

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[Video][A friend lost and a strange light Shining]

[McCrane is on a late patrol, in the junk-yard at night. With the horrors of the Glyphless catastrophe over and all of the paperwork filed, he has been searching for two things: One, the materials to build a soccer-goal, and two...]

Has anyone seen Gunmax?

[He's worried. He's always worried, of course, but now he looks more worried than usual. He turns, and for a moment the camera catches a small ball of light hovering over a silver-wrapped box with a gold bow. Curious, McCrane approaches, and the light moves out of the video, as does the box.]

I am also wondering about Barricade, as he has been gone for several weeks now. I don't know if keeping track of the populace is part of our Law Enforcement duties, but...it should be done. [McCrane reaches down, and suddenly the silver box pops back into view while he holds it. It's still remarkably well-lit for this time of night, but that may be because there's that small ball of light, shining on it again.]

And now it looks like I'll have to add Whirl onto the list, too. [He fingers the nametag, turning it toward the camera. Today was strange enough, but it looked as if it was going to get stranger.]

Is anyone else encountering unusual lights?

[It reminded him of Drill Boy's mythical fairy.]

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I can fly. I can get anywhere before he can.

[Motorcycles, psh. He's a bird.]

Where should I go?

You helped me save Gunmax's life.

[He's beginning to suspect you might not be the KO he thought you were, though. You're in much better condition.]

A phantom?

Do you want me to stop?

[He doesn't want Gunmax to feel uncomfortable with his attention, but Gunmax doesn't seem like he is. Still, the offer is open...]

Someone has to be, with Deckerd gone.

For us. For Yuuta. For our friends.

For...each other. [He glances over.]

You always seem so confident, Gunmax.

[Until lately.]

[McCrane sends coordinates to where he is at, eager to be certain that this gift wasn't going to hurt Gunmax in any way.]

Will this work?

Yes.

I'm on my way.

[Rumble doesn't startle easily around robots anymore, luckily, setting down the can to hop up onto it, craning his head forward to sniff at McCrane with a chirp.]

My claws'll be fine. Should try t'save 'em for now anyway.

Probably wouldn't hurt to ask around about it.

[Barricade shutters his optics briefly when the other mech quiets.]

He have grave portents to pass on, or somethin'?

[McCrane will wait patiently, box in hand.]

Your claws... [Trailing off, his attention briefly turns to Barricade's fingers. It hadn't occurred to him that they could be used for slicing metal before, but...now it does.]

[McCrane's finger probably smells of dog food cans and gunpowder. He does attempt to gently pet Rumble, though.]

Grave portents...perhaps. It was more that he gave me a direction and a reasoning for what has been happening of late. Including the mysterious light.

Hm? No. It's just different. You're usually not so forward. I kinda like it.

[Maybe that's just another difference between McCrane and Deckerd; the latter was, more or less, raised by a child. He never really made those kinds of connections.

They all come from fairly different backgrounds. Growing up differently.]

Well, I can be a good fibber when I want to be.

Suppose it's been harder, for plenty of reasons.

Ah. Aren't I a great guy...[If only he could remember all that.]

You don't know what's a ghost?

[KAW KAW -- it's really not long before the bird transforms overhead and touches down a few feet away.]

That is what I have, after all. [And they've served him well... and he knows how to keep them - and the rest of his armor - from shredding anyone on accident. Luckily.

Rumble churrs, sniffing McCranes's hands (only one of these smells he likes because food cans) before leaning into the petting. Oh yes, he does like that~]

So, what answers or direction did you get? [He flashes a lopsided smile.] Don't get me all curious and then hold off.

Only in areas I'm familiar with.

[Such as weaponry. He doesn't really know what to say about the fact that Gunmax likes it, though, so he stays quiet, and simply cherishes the words.]

Maybe...

...the fact that its been so hard means that we're learning more what humans face every day.

You don't have to lie about it, though. [Since he caught that 'good fibber' comment.] Or hide.

It was very appreciated. It still is.

[He thinks for a moment, and then looks back at the light.]

A ghost?

It does fit the descriptions...

What could it want, then?

Yes. And they've been instrumental with construction.

I just...forget you were formatted for destruction not long ago.

[Someone's been talking to Mirage about you. It doesn't stop him from petting the small creature, though, entranced.]

The light that has been following me.

It is from my connection to him.

[McCrane is very, very thankful to see said bird right now, and starts towards him with plain, cardboard box in hand. It's a small box, thankfully, which is why it has been easy to keep stored in his cab.]

You are fast.

[He's impressed.]

[He inclines his head slightly, waiting until the other BP approaches, rather than closing the distance himself.]

Not as fast as a jet. But flying has advantages.

[He holds out a hand.]

I'll look at it now, if you like.

Please.

[He holds out the box, closing the last of the distance.] I don't know what could be this small that would be a problem, but that might be what makes it dangerous.

Oh, I've always had these. Ever since I was little; they weren't for anything, they just... were.

The destruction came later. And without the destruction I wouldn't have learned construction.

[If he knew, he really wouldn't be surprised by that. Rumble, on the other hand, could care less, chirping happily as his eye color swirls in deep blues and greens.

Barricade does look surprised at that, though.]

So that's what happens when you get... whatever with them?

[He takes it, his visible optic dimming, while the scanner lights up. The better to see the interior of the package with...]

I don't know enough about explosives to answer that.

[So, instead, he just scans the thing.]

... there is nothing electronic in here. Or metallic.

I suppose that's...one way to learn how to put things back together.

[Though he still is petting the firelizard, he's now watching Barricade's claws, considering them in a new light.]

Were they common for robots in your universe?

[He figures he might as well learn.]

[Stepping back from Barricade's pet, he tries to concentrate in answer.]

...

[For a moment, nothing happens.]

Ah. Yes. He suggested that my actions had an affinity with his wishes, and...

[AH, there it is. The ball of light re-appears.]

This.

[He stares at the box, doubly-perplexed with Kagerou's pronouncement.]

It is still possible it could be dangerous...

[Having the decapitated head of his former partner would not do Gunmax any good, for instance.]

But I'm beginning to think it isn't.

[It's the wrong size, for instance.]

Thank you for trying, Kagerou.

Yeah. More common among Decepticons than Autobots, but there wasn't exactly an even split one way or another.

[He shrugs. They were kind of the difference between human hair colors, as far as he knew. Just without genetics involved.]

And some of the others probably had their own hands reformatted at some point. I never bothered.

[Rumble sits back on his haunches, joining Barricade in watching as McCrane tries to manifest the ball of light. Barricade's wings flick in surprise as it finally happens... and at the explanation.]

An affinity with his wishes? How vague... and this'll happen to others, if they happen to align to the other FirstForgeds' wishes?

[Something about this doesn't sit entirely well with him.]

If you're that concerned, open it.

[It seems like a perfectly rational thing to do, to him. Since it seems like a problem... solve it with a pair of scissors.]

... Or I could try scanning for another substance. But I don't know if my systems could pick anything up.

[He was just the prototype, after all.]

Edited (wow i hit enter too soon) 2013-01-18 06:14 (UTC)

Gunmax it's an interesting fellow, I don't mind helping him. Does he matter a lot to you?

Maybe he was killed in another life and now he wants you to execute his vengeance.

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