re_alignment | [Video | Junk Pile, yet again]

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[Video | Junk Pile, yet again]

[Lyra had much more important things to do rather than go visit some temple where she was apparently supposed to live now. She had an alethiometer to find and wasn't about to leave the junk pile until she did. The end result was the little girl setting up a junk-made lean to for herself and Pan, camping out at night and searching through the day.

It had to be somewhere.

Settling down with some food she'd managed to get while Pan continued searching, Lyra turned on her comm unit, figurin she might as well see what was going on. And ask if anyone else had found it.]

Got a question for all you. I'm looking for something real important. It kinda looks like a compass but with pictures on it. I know I had it when I jumped trough the window after my father so if one of you has it you best give it back.

[She glares a bit to make her point before glancing off screen to check on Pan.]

Anything?

Nothing yet. At least not what we're lookin for. There's so much weird stuff here, Lyra!

[The little girl grinned, her daemon's excitement and curiosity infectious.]

Oh. Right. So...can anyone tell me what this thing means? Which temple or whotever.

[She pushes the sleeve of her shirt up some to show off Liege's glyph.]

Still not sure where it's supposed to take me.

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[Wheeljack scoots out of the way slightly as Pan takes off, giving a slight chuckle. That guy could run pretty fast, he had to admit.

But his attention diverts to the girl, tilting her head.]

Guess so. Although, not such I liked finding out how eating worked.

[Lyra snorted, crossing her arms as Pan came darting back with the Frisbee, dropping it at Wheeljack's feet.]

What, you robots don't eat?

That's kind of weird...how do you keep living?

[Wheeljack looks down at the frisbee and...reluctantly holds his hand out. Maybe Pan would let him pet him? If not, it'll just nonchalantly reach down for that frisbee.]

Not as often. We refuel once every couple of days. Even longer if we aren't injured or exhausting ourselves.

[It's nothing against you, Wheeljack, but Pan slinks back just a bit when the hand is held out, tail drooping just a bit.]

It's not allowed.

Touching other people's daemons he means. [Lyra inched closer and knelt down, rubbing Pan's ears.] It's an unspoken rule back home. Daemons can touch other daemons but people can't touch another person's daemons. It does funny things to people.

[Since you're essentially touching their soul and stuff.]

That's..weird though. That you don't eat like we do. Kinda cool though.

[Wheeljack's hand freezes at that, pulling it away. He's not really offended, more like testing the waters. A surprisingly gentle move from him. You'd never think the guy could do that.]

Huh. So not even for transport? Things like that?

[He gives Pan a slightly apologetic smirk, not that he'd ever admit it, and goes for that frisbee, holding it up.]

Yeah, 'magine my surprise when you guys do it multiple times a day.

No. At least not by people. A lot of the times other daemons will carry a passed out daemon if they have to.

[She's glad he's not offended or anything, smiling as Pan lights up when the frisbee is held up.]

Guess that would be weird. Never really thought about wot it would be like to change into something else.

[He moves the frisbee up and down a few times, watching Pan's eyes follow it before giving it a good toss.]

Really? It's a thing with me. Well...other than this human thing.

Y'see, I'm a giant uh..'robot', yannow? But I can turn into a vehicle. Changin's in our species.

[Pan's eyes are locked on the frisbee, the pup taking off after it the instant it's thrown.]

Is it now?

Wait--you turn into a vehicle?

[He watches Pan chase it a moment, before his eyes lock onto hers.]

Yep.

Big enough to fit you in. Not sayin' much, though. You're on the small side.

[Lyra just stares for a moment before her eyes narrow a bit.]

You best prove it when you change back. I want to see it.

[It was about this time that Pan came running back, dropping the frisbee at Wheeljack's feet with a happy little yip.]

See what?

His car form.

I see that.

[He points his finger at her, perking an eyebrow.]

That's a look of doubt right there, kid. You're sayin' I'm makin' this up?

[He turns his head down at the yip, picking it up and tossing it from hand to hand.]

Short stuff here doesn't believe me.

Well, I guess it is hard to believe since right now you're a person like her.

[Pan's tail was going a mile a minute as he watched the frisbee, tongue lolling out excitedly.]

And plus, you don't gotta get all upset! I didn't say you was making it up! Just that I want to see it, is all.

Good point. Now bein' a squishy? THAT'S the part that gets me.

[He won't keep Pan waiting. Off goes that frisbee, this time a little harder.]

Okay, okay! You got yourself a deal, kiddo. I'll change for ya. When I get back to my normal form.

[As Pan takes off after the frisbee, Lyra smirks happily, always glad to get her way.]

Good. That's what I like to hear.

[Wheeljack realizes this, and his hand goes up to her hair, ruffling it playfully.]

You little sneak.

Hey! Watch it!

[She grabs his hand to stop the ruffling but she's grinning all the same now, sticking her tongue out at him as Pan trots up looking quite pleased with himself at the object he's got in his mouth.

Which isn't the frisbee.]

[He gives a smirk back, sticking his tongue out in return as Pan trots back up. His hand reaches out instinctively for the 'frisbee', not even looking at what he might possibly have.]

[And it's then that Lyra realizes what Pan has.]

WAIT!

[She darts forward to grab the object first, an excited laugh escaping her as she hugs it to her chest.]

Pan you found it you found it you found it! Oh you wonderful darling!

[Scooping Pan up--the daemon changing forms into that of a rabbit--Lyra hugs him close, bubbling a bit with excitement.]

[Wheeljack put his hands up to dodge the girl diving for the item, attempting to look around her curly hair to see what it was.]

What's goin' on? What'd ya find, Kid?

It's my alethiometer! Pan found it! It's back!

[There was nothing but pure happiness in her voice as she held the compass out for Wheeljack to see, a bright smile on her face as Pan's ears twitched happily where he was cradled in her other arm.]

I knew it had to be here. I wasn't going to give up!

And Pan, darling, that's why you're so wonderful!

[Wheeljack took this time to finally get a look at this item Lyra was so desperate on finding. Well...her description of it was sound, at least. It DID look like a compass.]

Hey, I'm the one who sent your little fuzzball out there. Where's my thanks?

[He's just taking a playful jab at her, and MAYBE GLAD SHE FOUND IT UGH DON'T MAKE HIM ADMIT TO IT.]

Nice work, Pan.

[Lyra mocked glared at him before she rolled her eyes and let go of Pan--the daemon instantly turning into a bird--so she could reach out and tug on his arm to get him to lean down so she could kiss his cheek.]

Thank you, jerk.

[That's a good thanks right?]

Thank you, Wheeljack!

[His face is dumbstruck when she does that, unable to really register what just happened. Yeah, he'd been kissed, tons of times, but nothing as innocent as that. Or...no, he wasn't using the C word.]

You're welcome, brat.

[His face immediately changes into a smile, ruffling her hair. And finally a glance to the bird.]

And you too.

[Lyra brightens a bit more when he smiles at her, ducking away from his hand though when he starts ruffling her hair.]

Oye! Stop that!

[A twilling laughter came from Pan and he fluttered about them before landing on Lyra's head, puffing up happily.]

Now you can start practicing again, Lyra!

Yeah, yeah, I know.

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