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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[There's a bit of a fumbling sound and then a voice that doesn't sound much like Drift. At all. Sort of high and...girly?]

Perceptor? What do you---

[The voice feed abruptly cuts, replaced by text.]

i can try? (^_^;;?

[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!

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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?!

Very interesting.

[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!

[Not anyone that Perceptor is yet familiar with. He tilts his head and examines the feed.]

Indeed?

You were granted a space bridge as well.

[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?

"As well"? Am I to assume that you are in possession of a portal, too?

[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'.]

I am. Are you aware of where yours came from, or did it merely show up?

[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?

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