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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It could, conceivably be less!

[Perceptor should probably not tell Drift that, because if it takes longer, she will most likely blame herself for healing slowly, otherwise, potentially risk the healing process by attempting to force it along. But that face... and the voice... and the disappointment.]

I could... conceal you until you have been returned to normal?

[Drift? Hiding? Not bloody likely.]

Drift, it should not matter if anyone sees you; if anyone intends you harm, then I and your friends here will defend you. As for your friends, it should be quite clear that is is not something which you did to yourself, but rather, something that was done to you. How could anyone fault you for such a thing?

[Easy for Perceptor to say; he's not the fleshie in a dress and high heels.]

[Chances are it will heal miserably slowly because honestly? Does Drift look like he's going to sit still and take this well? Ask Ratchet about his track record as a patient.]

No. If there's nothing you can do to fix this, you'd probably be better off going and trying to figure out what's going on. I'll be fine.

[Small, miserable, and showered in pink, but fine.]

[The second boot is finally off, and wrapped, both to maintain the height balance, and to protect the tender soles of both feet. Primarily because Perceptor expects Drift to not stay off her feet, sit still, and take this well.]

[Perceptor snorts indelicately and then takes what's left of the cloth he'd been cutting into strips, and excises a neat circle, about two and a half times wider than Drift's body is. The scraps get tucked away, while he removes some sturdy wire from his medical kit and begins fiddling with it.]

No, yourself. I refuse to abandon you to your melancholy, Drift. There is no reason that I cannot continue to assist you while I perform what investigation I can.

[He looks up from the cloth and wire for a moment, offering a small smile.]

Besides which, I should examine your quarters to be certain that there are no devices present which could have triggered this alteration.

[A few moments later, he presents Drift with a serviceable parasol to keep the pink petal precipitation from continuing to patter down upon Drift's pate. It's not an artisan craftpiece, but it does collapse down into an equally serviceable cudgel when Drift doesn't need to dodge flowers.]

I am fine. Really. It'll just take some getting used to. Like...walking.

[Sigh.]

Why would the First Forged do this to us? Are there others effected this way too? [ Maybe it wouldn't seem so bad, that way.]

...what is this?

[Perceptor stifles a disappointed sigh; he shouldn't be surprised that Drift doesn't want his help. They hardly know each other... or, rather, Drift hardly knows him.]

There are other humans here who can assist you, then... if you require it. Vandal, perhaps? [Drift and Vandal seemed to have a sort of comfortable familiarity with one another, anyway. Perhaps she would be more acceptable to Drift.]

We do not know that the First Forged are behind this, yet. Perhaps it is some effect of the Lambda? I have not heard of any others affected, however, I contacted you as soon as I awoke from recharge, and have not had an opportunity to investigate yet.

[Perceptor shrugs, at a loss for what to do now.]

Oh. Something to shield you from the sakura blossoms. [That are still appearing out of nowhere and drifting artfully down.] And a weapon more appropriate to your current size, until you are restored to normal. [Since the Greatsword is a bit large for her hands right now.]

One of us should call Vandal. You will need to eat, and perhaps she will have more maneuverable clothing?

I'll manage. [He doesn't want help. From anyone. He's not weak.]

This doesn't just....happen. Nothing does. Ever. Everything has a reason. We need to figure out what it is.

[He takes the parasol glumly. It's kind of Perceptor but...yeah. He'd rather not need anything.] ...thank you.

[No one is saying that you're weak, Drift.]

As you wish.

Correlation does not imply causation, Drift. I will make an inquiry into your transformation, and into the possibility of other individuals being affected in a similar manner, however, there may be no more specific reason than chaos theory. Especially here, where the Lambda is capable of influencing and interfering with so much.

[He holds up a hand quellingly.]

Whatever the cause, whether it is some nefarious plot, or pure chaotic interference, we will determine the cause and reverse it.

[He sighs softly, eyeing Drift with a pensive expression.]

Are you certain that there is nothing else you require?

[Drift is.]

There's no such thing as chaos. Things happen for a reason. [Wing. Wing happened for a reason. ]

[He's trying to be philosophical and detached because if he lets it get to him, he's going to have an epic meltdown. He may have one anyway.]

I'm fine. Or I will be. [He looks around the room. ] This is the safest place for me anyway.

[Well, stop it, then.]

The Lambda is chaos. [He sighs and waves one hand in a faintly dismissive gesture.] I shall save the philosophical debate for after you have been restored.

[Perceptor looks around as well. He feels as if he's failed Drift.]

For now, that is likely. You will require food and other facilities eventually, though. And water. Human require additional hydration.

[If there's anything that he can pull over to the berth to help Drift climb up and down, Perceptor will do that now.]

I will adjust your door access so that you can trigger it with your communicator, if that is all right?

[No. :| You're not his dad.]

[He manages a smile.] After. Yes. [He is trying to cling to the idea that this is fixable. And not just because he only has one outfit.]

I'll manage. [He does the ungraceful thing of sliding his belly along the berth, the skirts hiking up, to dangle his legs over the edge, to drop to the floor.]

You should go check on the others. [Because he needs to go mope.]

[Well, that's quite the relief. That would (hopefully) have the potential to get quite awkward, otherwise, someday.]

After. There will be an "after", Drift. I swear it.

[Because Perceptor will not rest until Drift has been restored. That's not hyperbole, either.]

I know that you can. [Perceptor fixes Drift with a sad look.] You always do. I just wish...

Contact me if you require anything? Please, Drift?

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