[VIDEO] Welcome Back?

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

[He's been here before. At least, that is what the Acolyte that greeted his arrival informed him, warning him that some of the "other refugees" might assume some level of familiarity with him. Past friendships forged, previous alliances made, beings encountered...]

[Perceptor remembers none of it.]

[His expression as he regards the Link is calm and inscrutable, though, despite how unsettling it is to find that his memories, if they were even his own memories, are... altered. Or missing. Or incomplete. Something.]

Do I have a laboratory here?

[Why beat around the bush, as Verity would have said. Well, she might have added a few... choice terms, perhaps, but, still. The sentiment remains.]

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[sword_redemption]

[Huff. ]

Of course I am.

_{Mostly because of Ambulon.}

[Because Drift somehow obeys exasperated surliness. Go figure.]

[He does hear the unspoken words, and his hand tightens in Perceptor's. ]

[...oh frag.]

Uh, yeah, like if you do something, well, against someone belonging to another First Forged.

[Something like kill them. Just a little bit. ]

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[gunfondlingbattlestat]

Then I will have to thank Ambulon.

[You can't expect to bait him with a statement that loaded and not have him ask?]

[Perceptor's optics narrow.]

Vector protected you?

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[sword_redemption]

You could just. Like. Send him a card or something.

[Something that doesn't involve talking to him, because if Perceptor started talking to Ambulon and got the whole list, and heard about that whole Tarn thing.....it would be bad. ]

He, uh, he took over for the punishment Megatronus wanted to give me.

At least I lived, right?

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[action]$%^%$%^%$%^& lost my original reply!!!

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

[Perceptor quirks up a brow ridge as he notes that rather obvious ploy. He makes a note to speak with Ambulon sometime.]

[...and then suddenly realizes how... stalker-ish that seems. He frowns at himself as he considers Drift, considers himself, and that frown only deepens as he listens to Drift's explanation. He can't help himself; the sudden morbid curiosity and worry for what Drift went through here, reinforces his want to protect the white mech. Protection that Drift is perfectly capable of providing for himself.]

[He leans forward suddenly, and if Drift will allow it, he reaches over to cup his hand behind Drift's head, pulling him close until their forehelms touch.]

I'm sorry for not having your back, then. I'm sorry for always assuming that you need someone to have your back. You are a skilled and capable mech, Drift, and can take care of yourself... I...

I just worry.