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[winged_knight]

[Audio only, because wow, there are just some things he can't explain right now. Not that he could even if he wanted to--which is really something he should address at some point too-- but well, priorities. One thing at a time.]

This is--[there's the noise of a mech roughly clearing his vocalizer. The pitch changes a bit after that, it almost seems intentional.] Sorry. It's Wing. Ah. A question if you will. To those of you who went out to the Badlands with Ashitaka....

Have you, perchance, noticed any... after effects?

I--don't want to alarm anyone. Just...curious?

[Wing's voice--doesn't seem right. But still possibly familiar? And for a mech who always chooses video when conversing over the Link, all of this audio stuff might seem a bit peculiar.]


[Locked to Drift:] And Drift...ah, where ever you happen to be, I hope you're...okay?

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[ex_dishonestly997]

Appeal to the FirstForged and owe a big regrettable favor, is the last step. [a pause, and then he snickers and responds] No, no, can't do that. Whift and Dring are both terrible.

Oh, Primus, somehow I forgot you're one of those types. What exactly is the sound of one servo clapping?

[he lands on the balcony lightly a scant minute later, equipped with engex and can-do spirit.] So is it okay if I see you, or do you want me to stay outside?

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[winged_knight]

[Wing sighs.] Not that I mind the favors portion, but I prefer to bother them the least amount possible. They are very busy. [He makes a face, because those are terrible names indeed.] And I suppose Driftwing is too long.

Somehow? Do I need to spout philosophy more often then? I'll have get back to you on that after 3 days meditation.

[Good, because Wing's lacking in his usual can-do spirit. But there's levity in dry humor at least?] Sure it's fine. It's only embarrassing when I try to jump off balconies, drive, or practice with weighted weapons that I haven't used in several centuries.

[Drift!Wing is seated on the berth, datapad and a few books scattered around, the Great Sword hung against the wall nearby. He welcomes you in, gesturing to a nearby table and stool.

_{((there's kind of a description of his quarters in the adult comm here.))}

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[ex_dishonestly997]

I'd mind the favors portion. Driftwing makes it sound like you fly crooked.

If you spout it any more I'm gonna have to give you a swear-jar for them. A koan-jar.

[he stepped into the room, looking around, catching sight of the bottles and giving Wing a look.

It was so very... human... or perhaps Swindle-ian, to collect junk like that, in his opinion, though he wasn't yet prepared to say so outright (even he wasn't that rude).]

So does the sword still work for you?

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[winged_knight]

Who are you aligned to again? Liege Maximo? I think I'd mind too. [... He snerks.] You're right...that name won't do either.

A Koan-jar? And what would I put in it, pray tell? [Credits? LOLZ.]

[He gives an unrepentant but playful shrug in response to that look.] I like pretty, colorful things. The way they catch the light is nice. It reminds me of the huge colored windows we had in Crystal City, and Iacon.

[Wing looks back at the weapon.] It does, or rather, I know it's mine and not Drift's. [HA, oh paradox!] I feel the link and still hear it's 'voice' the same as I did, though its tone has changed slightly.