re_alignment | [VIDEO]

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✘ tf: g1 | perceptor (crau)

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[The picture opens with Perceptor standing in front of what looks like a spacebridge type portal. It's obviously active. He also seems to be holding a Greatsword. Yes, a Greatsword an awful lot like the Greatswords carried by Wing and Drift. This one is obviously just a little different, though, but still, just as obviously, a Knight of Light Greatsword.]

[In his other hand, he's holding an arm. It looks like a certain other Perceptor's arm. Just... not quite exactly the same.]

Ah, Drift? At your earliest possible convenience, could I trouble you for some advice?

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[Have a Perceptor looking incredibly perplexed. Head tilt, reacing up with the disembodied Perceptor arm to scratch at the side of his helm, confused frown, perplxed. The whole nine yards.]

Is your vocal processor malfunctioning, Drift?

lets just say that a lot of things are malfunctioning.

there are a lot of malfunctions.

malfunctioning

right now

(/_;)

[And maybe Perceptor might be considering hacking Drift's communicator to boot up the video function. Perceptor is definitely locking the feed now, though, regardless.]

Drift, where are you?

[The disembodied limb has been cast aside, and Perceptor is now clutching that Greatsword more firmly.]

Send me your coordinates so that I may assist you.

[And he might just have a very Determined Knight expression on his face right now.]

no no nothing like that everythings fine

ish.

fine-ish.

you wanted some advice

?

Ish.

[Yes, that's definitely a concerned scowl there.]

I seem to have acquired my Greatsword - ["my", not "a", and he holds it up to the camera now, letting the light glint off the deep, dark blue gem and the deep red hilt] and I was hoping that you might be willing to instruct me in its use... However, I am more concerned at this moment by your evasiveness.

"Fine-ish" is not comforting, Drift. Please, what has occurred?

right.

sword

maybe you should ask wong.

wang.

WING. WING. you should ask wing ;;^_^

i dont know what happened im fine just not so

fine

[Have a deepening of that scowl. Sword? Now clipped to his back, the gem and hilt peeking up over his head as he crosses his arms and glares with furious worry? Is that a real expression? Well, if it wasn't, it is now.]

I do not believe that you are "fine", Drift. Tell me where you are. Or, at the very least, tell me that you do not wish to have anything to do with me. Clearly, however, there is some abnormal circumstance affecting you at the moment, and I would assist you, if you would only allow me to do so!

Edited 2012-09-10 22:46 (UTC)

i am fine i am just

not

a robot right now.

Not...

[At some point, Drift, you will have to smack Percptor across the back of the head with the flat of your sword to see if you can recreate this dumbfounded expression.]

[One beat of his fuel pump, two... three... four... Perceptor's expression settles to one of extreme calm.]

Location, Drift. Please.

i am in my quarters i think i am under the berth

I am en route.

[His expression softens for a moment.]

It will be all right, Drift. I will help you.

I am fine just very small.

[It's not technically lying if he's in denial. ]

[Perceptor nods, the feed in motion as he walks quickly - but calmly! - in the direction of Drift's quarters. (He'd had to pause to recall that Drift had explained to him where they were, since Drift had spent so much time of their initial acquaintance in the medibay.)]

Yes, of course. However, I shall endeavor to assist in returning you to your normal configuration.

[Denial? Perceptor knows how to play to that, somewhat.]

[...the thought didn't occur to him till you said that.]

....this could be permanent?!

[That was not exactly what Perceptor had intended, there. He curses himself internally as he arrives at Drift's quarters and ponders the door.]

Not if I have anything to say about the matter, Drift.

[Drift had said that he was very small, and under his berth. Perceptor frowns, regretting the rudeness of simply entering without requesting permission first, however, if Drift is sufficiently small enough, he would not be physically capable of keying the door for Perceptor, anyway. Mind made up, Perceptor opens the door and enters.]

Drift? [He makes certain that the door is closed again before he kneels to peer under the berth.]

[And nearly faints with surprise at what he sees.]

Drift!

[Drift recognizes the footplates as they approach, except they seem HUGE this time. He's huddled under the berth, arms wrapped around his upraised knees. ]

[He manages a weak smile.]

Kind of liked it better when it was me rescuing you.

[The voice. It's so... tiny. So is Drift. Tiny, and... female.]

As did I.

[He very slowly extends one hand in a welcoming, comforting gesture, offering to help Drift from her hiding place.]

When did this occur, Drift?

[Drift hesitates, because that hand is huge. Seriously. And this isn't the Perceptor he knows. But hiding under his bed, slowly getting covered in pink petals, isn't helping anything.]

This morning. Or before. While I was in recharge. I woke up and...[He made a gesture with his hands trying to mime 'falling off the bed'.]

[Perceptor can be patient; He'll wait quietly for Drift to decide if she wants his assista-]

Are those flower petals?

[Perceptor's optics flare as he glances up to the edge of the berth, then back down at Drift, running brief calculations of mass and acceleration and force and frail human flesh through his processor.]

I am well acquainted with human medical procedure, Drift. Are you in pain?

Yes. Cherry blossoms. I remember them from Japan.

[He scoots forward, sliding in the mass of taffeta and crinoline.]

I ... hurt my ankle gyro. [Or whatever they call it.]

[Perceptor watches as the blossoms simply materialize out of thin air and drift down in artistic swirls around Drift. His sensors are stretched to their limits, however, there is simply no reason for the petals to exist, to come into existence. No energy spikes, no temporal flares, nothing. They just simply should not be.]

[And yet, there they are.]

Prunus serrulata. The Japanese Cherry. Yes.

[There's a rather significant collection of petals around where Drift had been huddled.]

They do not appear to serve any purpose... [That's mused absently, before Perceptor shakes his head. [Then again, neither does your transformation. You had no warning of any impending, ahh... alterations?

[If she will allow him, Perceptor will cup both hands around Drift and carefully cradle her as he draws her out from under the berth. Unused to wearing a sword, though, Perceptor knocks the hilt of the Greatsword clasped to his back against the top of the berth with a soft clang.]

You've been to Japan? [It's a momentary distraction, but sometimes you need the momentary.]

No. Just...woke up.

[He droops at the sight of the Great Sword, now far bigger than he is. He's...useless.]

Yes. [Perceptor nods as he carefully curls his fingers around Drift.] I have spent nearly three decades upon Earth, and visited most of the major cultures there. I recall Japan as being quite fascinating, and very, very beautiful.

[With Drift cupped in his hands like a precious treasure, Perceptor shifts up to his knees and scoots forward to set her down upon the berth.]

If I may, I will examine your ankle for damage, Drift? [He doesn't remove his hands from their protective curl around her, though. Not yet, at least.]

(ooc: let me know if you want me to edit anything, specifically Percy picking her up.)

It was beautiful. I found a bento box here, once and it was...it reminded me a lot. [There's a hint of longing in his voice. He was almost happy there. And in his right body. He could almost feel his weight shift, cornering hard along the coastal roads.]

[But no, he's still here in a puffy sleeved dress, the petticoats spreading over the large mech's hand.]

[He nods, lifting one spindly ankle, in a delicate, pointed-toe, heeled boot. Heels: his downfall. He misses his footplates and their complicated sensors more than he wants to express.]

((ooc: it's fine! sorry im staying off IM lately bc I suck at humanity))

(ooc: okies. *hugs* just let me know if you need me to edit anything here that I do along the way. much luff for you!)

It was. The geography was awe-inspiring. I particularly enjoyed the mountains, and the quiet forests and small communities there. The people of Japan had such an incredible variation of lifestyles, and yet, it seemed that no matter where one went, they approached life as... an artform, almost. No matter how humble the task, it would be approached with an attitude of perfection. I admire that level of dedication.

[He smiles as he very carefully unlaces that boot - how fortunate that he is accustomed to dealing with such small objects, even with his relatively large fingers.]

The way you perform your swordwork reminds me quite strongly of that philosophy.

["Perform," not "performed,", because Perceptor will not accept that this cannot be reversed. He will see Drift returned to his robotic form, no matter what.]

[It takes some very delicate maneuvering, but the boot finally slides free, allowing Perceptor unrestricted access to examine her ankle. He hisses softly with sympathy as he notes swelling and the faint discoloration apparent even through the sheer stockings.]

No crepitus*, which is good. It appears to be a bad sprain, rather than a fracture.

[Reluctantly, he settles Drift upon the berth so that he can have both hands free when he removes from subspace a pair of the cloths he keeps for the care of his lenses. One, he offers to her; it's large enough to be a blanket, to at least shield her from the continuing gentle rain of sakura petals. The other, he tears several long, thin, precise little strips from, which he uses to begin binding her ankle and foot, to stabilize the sprain.]

It would be best to remain off your feet, and certainly out of these shoes until your ankle heals. Unfortunately, I cannot perform repairs upon these human tissues as I am able to upon Cybertronian frames. However, this body will heal itself, given time and rest, and I am quite willing to remain and assist you in any way that you require while you are healing, until such time as you are returned to your normal Cybertronian form, Drift.

[In other words, he's a walking taxi, but he's a willing taxi?]

*crepitus - the sound/sensation of bone ends grinding against one another.

Edited 2012-09-15 02:15 (UTC)

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