re_alignment | VIDEO

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tf: idw | perceptor

VIDEO | JUNK PILE

[ Guess who's back to shooting things in the junk pile?

This guy.

Hopefully he's being more careful, seeing as he's narrating this entry while staring down the scope of... Something. It looks like a fusion of his usual sniper rifle and a certain someone's plasma weaponry. ]

I'm rather fascinated with the abilities of those pages to create a working item from admittedly sparse notes. This particular weapon functions far better than I could have hoped, considering I did little more than jot down a few rough concept sketches. The accuracy is a little off at the moment, but with a few adjustments I feel it could be quite formidable in combat scenarios.

[ He pauses to line up a shot, humming thoughtfully as a bright blue blast obliterates something (that looks uncannily like a toaster) in the distance. ]

Hm, perhaps if I modified the scope...

Ah, Vandal, could you spare a moment or two? Seeing as the conceptual basis of this gun originates in your technology, I would appreciate your input on modifying it further.

To everyone else... Has anyone had any items or effects linger from the, mm, outbreak of oddities we experienced recently?

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Not for long~.

[It's a tease; it feels good and comfortable, and it makes him wonder how much of the awkwardness between them had been...in Drift's head entirely. ]

[He's on his way, engine roaring, perhaps a little excitedly. ]

[ Perceptor is ready and waiting, toying absently with the sights on his new gun as he tries to kill time. He is, perhaps, a little more excited than is strictly necessary, but it's good to finally be hitting it off with Drift again. ]

[Drift rolls up to Perceptor's location. Okay, 'rolls up' is perhaps a bit of an understatement. Maybe, just maybe, he's showing off. Just a bit. Because, you know, positive attention.]

[Drift is about as transparent as a brick.]

[He grins, rising to his feet. ] Didn't keep you waiting too long?

[ Perceptor is quick to mirror Drift's grin, cocking one hip in a rare show of sass. ]

Not at all. Are you ready to settle our little wager?

You mean, are you ready to lose?

[He's milking the smack talk for all he can: he figures he's going to lose, anyway. ]

You're awfully confident for someone as familiar with my handiwork as you are.

[ Not that Perceptor doesn't like their little back and forth. It's refreshing to come back to after their period of awkward distance. ]

Did you bring your own gun, or will you be borrowing one of mine?

Because I'm also familiar with my handiwork.

[Are you buying this? He hopes you are. Because he's really struggling with the straight face.]

I thought it would be more humiliating to beat you with one of your own guns.

[So, yes, he'd like to borrow one.]

[ Perceptor produces a pistol from one hip, spinning it around to offer it butt-first to Drift. ]

It would be humiliating, wouldn't it? I doubt my pride could withstand such a blow.

[Drift grins, taking the pistol, making a show of examining it and the aiming sights.]

Mmm, it would. I guess I'll just have to, what do the humans say? Kiss and make better?

[ Perceptor laughs. ]

I believe that is the saying, yes.

Would you like to select our targets?

[The laugh is good to hear: it makes everything worth it. ]

I figure it's the least I could do.

You pick. This way you have no excuses.

Hm...

[ Perceptor looks out across the junk pile, looking for a suitable target ~~and ensuring there are no unaccounted for organics in the way~~. ]

How about that metallic container?

[ He gestures to a shipping container quite a ways down. ]

You target is the center of the shipping label on the side.

[Drift spots the target. There's a circular mark in the shipping label.]

All right. [He takes the pistol, holding it with both hands, reaching to aim along the sightposts. The trigger pull is sure and fast and the round lands on the outer edge of the circle. Not bad.]

Your turn. Don't get rattled now, Perceptor.

Nice shot. Too bad it wasn't better. [ It's a light tease as Perceptor steps into position, carefully raising his new rifle and, once he's adjusted for the slight inaccuracy in the sights he's already made a note of, fires.

The plasma burns a neat hole just barely off center of the label and Perceptor hums thoughtfully, lowering the rifle. ]

Would you consider that a win?

It's been a few millennia for me, you realize. [Yep. That's going to be his excuse. ]

I'd consider that...best two out of three.

Sounds like an excuse to me. [ It feels nice to be able to tease like this, just a little. ]

Then I believe it's your shot.

[Drift laughs, shrugging.] That's because it is.

[He's busted; he's not going to lie about it. ]

[But he does take this next shot very seriously, pausing, steadying his hand before he fires. It's closer this time, on the edge of Perceptor's first shot.]

[ Perceptor watches intently as Drift takes his shot, humming in approval when he matches Perceptor's shot. ]

Better. You're getting close, at least.

[ Still teasing. He doesn't really mean anything by it.

He hefts the rifle back up, peering down the sights, taking his time to line it up. Exhale. Squeeze the trigger.

His shot hits just inside his first, a hair closer to the center of the target. ]

You know, if I were petty, I'd point out you were using a rifle, and me a pistol and that the ballistics are in your favor.

[Is he petty? Did he just point that out? But he's grinning, because he has no real reason to fear losing.]

So. You won. Your reward?

If you'd protested I'm sure I could have found another rifle to lend you.

[ Hm. Just what does he want...

Well. He knows what he wants. But does he have the gall to go for it?

It seems so pointless and silly, what's the worst that could happen? ]

Come here, please.

[ He lowers the rifle, crooking one finger to draw Drift over. ]

I'll remember that for next time. [Because there will be a next time, if Drift has anything to say about it.]

[Drift cocks his head, studying that beckoning finger. And then, of course, obeys, sword sheaths swaying on his hips as he moves.]

And now...? [His voice is soft, husky, even as his optics glow with challenge.]

Now my prize.

[ Before he has a chance to lose his courage he leans in, lip plates finding Drift's in a soft, almost hesitant, kiss. He'd intended to pass the action off as cheeky impudence, but when he actually gets there he's a little too shy for that. ]

[Drift hadn't expected this. Perhaps hoped for, but not planned on, and the almost tremulous brush of lip plates against his. He takes in a startled breath, mouth moving gently against Perceptor's, his hands floating up near the taller mech's shoulders.]

[ He'd been afraid. Afraid that he might be overstepping his boundaries, that he might be rejected. The acceptance comes as a welcome surprise, one he's happy to take advantage of, lingering in the kiss. His hand settles on Drift's waist, staying there even as he pulls back just far enough to murmur. ]

I'm sorry if that was inappropriate.

[ Except it's pretty obvious he's not sorry at all, since he edges back in for another kiss. ]

[Drift didn't make untangling from the kiss very easy, leaning in before he lets Perceptor pull away.]

It wasn't.

[At all.]

[He gives a pleased little purr at the light touches on his waist, not needing much more invitation to let his own hands land on Perceptor's shoulders, rising up with a throaty purr toward another one, just in case Perceptor had any doubt.]

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