[Oddly... Perceptor's Rodimus might ponder the same idea. That would be a terrifying thought, if Perceptor were aware of it. Fortunately, (or perhaps, unfortunately) he is too busy trying to make certain that he is out of range of flailing spider-dagger-feet to worry about something so... silly.]
Drift? [It comes out a bit slurred, through the goo still covering half his face, but it's definitely a recognizable name. Speaking of recognizable, there's a rather familiar looking scope barrel on the shoulder of this red and teal mech that might trip some memories in the swords-mech.] Drift!
[He isn't "freaking out"! He's maintaining a tactical distance from a hostile entity!]
[Well, he had been doing that. Now, however, he is flinging himself at Drift, managing to get both arms wrapped around one of the swordsmech's legs.]
You are here! [Have a gooey hug, Drift.] When I awoke within the temple, and the acolyte detailed our most recent predicament, I'd been too distracted to formulate many questions before the acolytes had encouraged my absence. No one had mentioned your arrival, and when I attempted to com you privately, there was no response! I thought I might never see you again!
[He's clearly distressed by that fear, and during this rather rapid-fire flood of explanation, he's been pulling himself upright using Drift to help him. There's a lot more goo transfer, and hands that seem... a bit more than merely familiar as Perceptor blindly gropes his way upright.]
[ACTION!] (also, all contact with Drift approved by his player here)
Drift? [It comes out a bit slurred, through the goo still covering half his face, but it's definitely a recognizable name. Speaking of recognizable, there's a rather familiar looking scope barrel on the shoulder of this red and teal mech that might trip some memories in the swords-mech.] Drift!
[He isn't "freaking out"! He's maintaining a tactical distance from a hostile entity!]
[Well, he had been doing that. Now, however, he is flinging himself at Drift, managing to get both arms wrapped around one of the swordsmech's legs.]
You are here! [Have a gooey hug, Drift.] When I awoke within the temple, and the acolyte detailed our most recent predicament, I'd been too distracted to formulate many questions before the acolytes had encouraged my absence. No one had mentioned your arrival, and when I attempted to com you privately, there was no response! I thought I might never see you again!
[He's clearly distressed by that fear, and during this rather rapid-fire flood of explanation, he's been pulling himself upright using Drift to help him. There's a lot more goo transfer, and hands that seem... a bit more than merely familiar as Perceptor blindly gropes his way upright.]