re_alignment | [Video] [Transmission from Solian Temple]

Right, so. I hear we have a dance comin' up, and everybody needs formal wear for it. I also know that fabrics don't stand up well to all of us, f'r various reasons.

[Such as being too pointy, like him!]

So, figured I could I could assist with formal wear in some capacity. Been working on a few designs for hats, and if you'd prefer walking canes, just have t'tell me what design you'd like f'r the handle. Or, let me surprise you~

[He shifts the camera to show a pair of hats - one made of dull grey iron with leather cording, run through brushed steel grommets, the other made of copper, with accents made of bronze and thin iron 'feathers'.]

If you've got some other accessory you're in the mood for, or a different hat, let me know, and I'll see what I c'n do to help you out. These're just a sample, after all. Though if you're looking f'r a hat, I'll uh. Need your head size, since we ain't all exactly the same sizes here.

[One size does not fit all on robots.]

[Encrypted to Solus Prime]

Offer extends to you, too. If you'd like something that is.
[Since he doesn't exactly extend offers like this to every demigod he knows.]

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[Then your imagination is doing you a favor?]

It's...not something we should do. At best, they hamper movement.

Really? I'd like that. Because all this party stuff? I'm not really cut out for it. Fighting. Or exploring, maybe.

At worst we reveal the shocking truth: none of us have any fashion sense?

Don't get me wrong, I like parties. But I prefer doing work with a little more substance to it. Helpin' folks out. You done any exploring outside of the Haven yet?

Hasn't been much time for it during the war, but you'd think the Circle of Light would. You know, more evolved and all.

[You'd think so. You'd be wrong.]

I've been to the Badlands. A lot. [And gotten yelled at for it.]

I'd thought about it. Especially as we were driving out to the battle. There's just so much we don't know about this place.

Circle of Light. Sounds very Zen. But I guess we all have a problem or two, even if it's fashion.

[Especially if it's fashion.]

Badlands. Haven't gotten out there much myself. [It was a little creepy for his taste.]

I've been out, scouting after that whole... Glyphless thing. Haven't gotten too far, but the planet's worth a look from what I've seen.

I guess a few thousand years of isolation, you know, explains it. Worse problems to have, though.

[Drift loves exposing himself needlessly to danger, so the Badlands are kind of his second home.] There's not much out there except monsters and nothing.

[He nods, thinking.] You know what? We should scout around. A team could get more covered than one mech. [Because what says 'thanks for the awesome walking stick like 'let's go do stupid things in the wilderness together'?]

That would do it, yes. Though it could always be worse, I gotta agree.

Sounds like I didn't miss anything, then. Besides, anything that crawls in my processor like it did ain't no place for me to go. [It's easy to repel him if you know how.]

A team'd definitely be safer, too, if any monsters happen to be about. Might even find more than volcanoes and rocks out there, with a little luck. [And he's never going to turn down an adventure, even if it's crazy and reckless.] I'd be up f'r another jaunt in the wilderness.

But they made up for it. They were kind. And they took me in. [At a time in Drift's life when he was a real jerk.]

It's not bad, if you need to work things out of your system. [Through stabbing. Of everything.]

Really? [He sounds excited.] It'd have to be after the dance. Because I imagine you'll be busy until then, at least. [Haberdasher to the stars and all.]

In that case, they don't sound half-bad at all. [And anyone that can put up with jerks gets points in his book.]

Hrm. I'll try to remember that, if I need some stress relief. [Who knows, it might be good for him to kill something every once in a while.]

The turnout f'r items was bigger than I expected, I'll admit. Besides, after the dance seems like good timing for an expedition. [Leave the area on a good note.]

They had their moments. They made Wing, so...[He shrugs. He'll forgive a lot. Love makes him sappy.]

If you ever need a partner, I can stay out of your way. [And still look out for you. He's no Rung, but he understands a certain kind of occupational therapy.]

[He nods.] Sounds good. The good energy of the dance will carry over to our trip.

Ain't so bad when they give you someone important, huh? [Love did pretty much the same thing to Barricade, so he won't exactly prod too much.]

That's the most important thing in a partner f'r me. But I gotta say, I work best with another mech around. [He's hazardous but he watches his partner's back. It's how he was designed.]

It should, hopefully. Energy c'n make a load of difference in events like that.

It, uh, kind of gives perspective. That's all.

[Drift is trying to ride that sappy yet manly line.]

I've been on my own for most of the war. Even in an army.

I hope so. We need good things to happen. There's been enough bad for a while.

Oh, of course, of course.

[Barricade never quite managed it, but he wishes Drift luck.]

I was designed to work with partners, but I was recently absent them back home. It's easier, havin' someone to lean on and watch your back.

Hopefully things will stay a little dull f'r a while then at least, huh? All the bad usually accompanies a lotta action.

[Video] [Transmission from Solian Temple] - Fifth Offense

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