Kagerou | BP-500X (
thxforthememories) wrote in
re_alignment2013-04-01 03:06 pm
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video || Trion's Lake
[Here we have the police bird in his natural habitat. Standing by the lake in Alpha Trion's sector. He looks rather pensive and generally more upset than he usually does.]
I --
[And before he can explain himself, he catches sight of his reflection in the lake. Scrawled on the panes of his left wing are the words "SPACE FOR RENT". On the other wing, in equally bold, obnoxious writing is "APRIL FOOLS".]
[He stares. And then drops the Link in an effort to scrub the writing off with his bare hands, twisting around into a veritable knot of unhappy ninja robot.]
[Unfortunately, all this does is give the viewer a good view of the back side of each wing, on which is written ""POWER JOE WAS HERE :D". One word per wing pane.]
[And it's then, in a fit of avian frustration, Kagerou has the most mature response to life there ever was. He lifts the nearest heavy rock and throws it, as hard as he can, shouting:]
I hate this place!
I --
[And before he can explain himself, he catches sight of his reflection in the lake. Scrawled on the panes of his left wing are the words "SPACE FOR RENT". On the other wing, in equally bold, obnoxious writing is "APRIL FOOLS".]
[He stares. And then drops the Link in an effort to scrub the writing off with his bare hands, twisting around into a veritable knot of unhappy ninja robot.]
[Unfortunately, all this does is give the viewer a good view of the back side of each wing, on which is written ""POWER JOE WAS HERE :D". One word per wing pane.]
[And it's then, in a fit of avian frustration, Kagerou has the most mature response to life there ever was. He lifts the nearest heavy rock and throws it, as hard as he can, shouting:]
I hate this place!

[Action]
[Instead, Melan set to work with his usual seriousness, first working on the writing on the red and white wings. The paint had dried, and once again the Monomakia regretted not having hands, as nails would have no doubt helped.]
[Most of his work is made in absolute silence: Melan is not exactly yalkative at the best of time, and Kagerou is more or less the same. Well at least the wings are free of paint, the Knight came to float in front of the robot's face.]
Your wings are clean. Do you want me to take care of your front as well? I don't mind.
[Action]
[He's relaxing, despite himself. He had no idea his wings would do that...]
[He doesn't even realized Melan has moved until he's in front of him, speaking.]
I...
If you want.
[Action]
Very well. Just a second.
[His pieces of cloth had all been used to clean the wings, and Melan had no other choice that hastily rince them in the water of the lake. The Knight frowned lightly as they didn't come out as clean as he would have liked, but in the end, he had no other choice than use them anyway.]
[He floated back to his friend and began to meticulously wash the remaining traces of paint. The GunSwordmen were othing if serious when they worked, even on something as simple as washing, and soon the robot was sparkling clean. There. If he was one to gloat, Melan would no doubt boasting about a job well done right now. Since he is not, he simply floated away.]
Are you feeling better now?
[Action]
[His optic dims, eventually letting the shutters droop down, like eyelids. It shouldn't be this relaxing. Simple touch shouldn't dissolve the anger so easily...]
[But it does.]
[He doesn't even look up until it stops, and he blinks, as if surprised.]
It... yes. It does feel better.
[Action]
[He kept the information wings=sensitive somewhere in his head though. It could be useful again.]
I am glad. [The Knight floated down to gather his things, looking up at his big friend with a slight smile.] We could do that again, if you want to. It's... relaxing.
[Thinking of something else than the fact he was alone on an unknown planet without the love of his life was a welcome distraction, after all.]
I will just put that away and then we can go patrol, if that's alright with you?
[Action]
[It's such a startling idea, he doesn't know how to process it. Other people offering to do things for him is such a foreign concept.]
Yes, that's fine. I'll... I'll wait here.
[Action]
[Melan couldn't fanthom why someone would say something and not do it in the end. He said he wanted to, so he wanted to. Period.]
I will be quick, I promise.
[And with that, Melan "whoosh"ed away.]
[Action]
[He nods, and remains standing still, looking at the water, and waiting.]