re_alignment | [Video] feeling the Call

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[Video] feeling the Call

[Drift has looked better. His armor's dented and stained, but nothing looks obviously fatal. More than that, he looks...tired. And twitchy. Which is not a good combination in anyone, least of all him.]

Going back out to the Badlands.

Don't follow.

((OOC: because of his canon (D-Void) and having been into the Badlands twice already, he's feeling the effects of the Calling sooner than anyone else. BUT feel free to comm him or stop him or whatever! ))

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[Something's off. He doesn't know Drif personally, but going out to the Badlands again? And he can hear that faint, scratching whisper.

A noise which almost sounds like flames to Jetfire.]

I don't think that's a good idea... ah, Drift, right?

[And glancing at the other replies, it's obvious Drift isn't going to be... reasonable about returning.]

Why go out there when it's going to worry several people?

[Nevermind the view shifting as Jetfire leaves his room and takes off from a balcony, nope. Just a precuation. Just stretching his wings.]

[ASDKF what is Jetfire talking about. Drift is always utterly and entirely reasonable! ALWAYS. Except like...most of the time. ]

...because I need to. To keep them safe. In case it gets worse.

[Completely and utterly, clearly, as proven by this very message!]

And if it's not enough with you? While I know one spark can make all the difference, usually even that singular person will need help and backup.

[He frowns and while he'll need some extra moments to find out Drift's exact location, Jetfire has... methods... to get places quickly.]

Should you at least not find out what it is and if it can be confronted before putting yourself in the one place we know have very negative effects?

[That sure is a lot of sky as Jetfire doesn't just shoot across the ground, but goes upwards. He can cross a lot more distance in shorter time like this. Just... needs Drift's location.

You still have a few moments to be reasonable and turn back, Drift. Don't make him come pick you up.]

[...you win this round, science type.]

It's just...I've felt like this before. It didn't end well. I need to get away before it gets that bad.

[Drift? Reasonable? Perish the thought.]

That is an incredibly stupid idea.

I need to. I have to.

[See? That clears that up!]

[He wants to believe it's sincere, so he does.]

....Fine? [Not a word that's had a positive definition in a while really.]

Drift...do you realize how that sounds? [You're starting to scare him. Granted, it's not that hard right now, give recent death and dismemberment.]

Just...

....do you feel all right? [Misdirection? Not really.]

No. [No, he has no idea how that sounds, honestly. He thinks it sounds pretty clear.]

[Don't let him know, or Starscream know. The latter will start talking about Jetfire's ego not needing to be right.]

If you need to get away, why are you walking towards it, if, as seems reasonable, the sound more than just you seem to hear is what's drawing you to the Badlands?

[Jetfire pauses, far up above the Haven; when the spire with the light on top of it in Prima's temple is just a pin-point, you know you're far up.

... Ah. Got you, Drift. Hope you like being swooped upon. Accordingly, because we don't want to give anyone vertigo, Jetfire switches the feed to internal audio instead.]

I would suggest you attempt to resist and go back, give yourself and us time to find out what it is.

[Approximately one klik left to make the right decision, Drift.]

Because maybe I can find it this time. I fought it before. I can fight it again.

[Somehow this makes sense to him.]

I can handle this, Jetfire I don't...I don't want to hurt anyone, like I did last time.

[In short, wrong answer?]

[Wrong answer, most definitely.]

There's not enough of a pattern to know if whatever this is will affect you the same way again, Drift.

[There's a static sigh and then the line goes dead because he can finish talking in a few moments... And that noise is definitely not just Drift's own frame, that hard-to-make-out sound or anything else.

Jet engines.

Jetfire had briefly considered landing in front of Drift, but since he is uncertain how the mech will take it, and giving him the chance to either resist or run off feels like it would be unwise...

Well, have Jetfire angling himself away from the ground only just in time to literally sweep Drift off his feet and up into the air again.]

Hello, Drift. I apologise for this, but it seems a lot safer to figure this out with everyone account and present for in the Haven.

[A beat, because normally he wouldn't want to burden someone with it, but...]

No. No Drift I really don't. One moment I'm chasing a drunken scientist in the bowels of Haven and the next I'm fighting horrible feelings that you're in danger and then returning to find dead and injured mechs thanks to Overlord and now you want to just up and leave for the Badlands.

[That may have escalated into a little ranting. Not quite hysterics though, thankfully.]

...

I-I'm sorry. I just...I don't know why I can't get a handle on this.

[Deep breaths mech. Start observing rather than reacting and maybe you'll figure it out.]

...We already know there's something out there, Drift. We've felt it before. Is it...calling you?

It's not a pattern. It's like the Red Rust, already in meeeee---oooof.

[Suddenly, impact, armor against him and an abrupt sense of movement, like the ground was torn away from under his feet.]

[Only the ground was still there, and he was now...up here.]

Let go of me! [He struggles, briefly. Because part of him, somewhere in the front of his cortex, doesn't want to hurt Jetfire.] You don't understand! I could kill someone this time!

Oh. [Well. When you put it that way...? Now he feels kind of bad. ]

Wing. Look. I really--really--don't want to hurt you. That's why I'm trying to get away.

[He's struggling, his emotions slipping out of control.]

It's...I don't know. None of the others who...left mentioned feeling anything like this.

[Then again none of them had really talked at all.]

No.

[The verbal denial isn't really needed; Jetfire doesn't really have any problem with keeping Drift in his arms during the (thankfully) brief struggling but hopefully it adds some weight.]

I might not understand, but since more than you seem to be hearing something presently, I'd surmise it is a pattern and not something personal.

And what were your first urge just now? To attack someone, or wander out into the Badlands?

[It's not as if he caught you stalking some poor unsuspecting mech or organic with your swords out.

Jetfire's risen far enough up in the air now that it's in Drift's best interest to stay where he is. Not as if Jetfire wouldn't catch him if he squirmed free, but there's definitely threat of griveous injuries if Drift falls from this height.]

But I've felt this before. Something like this. They haven't. I can fight it, this time.

[He's not going to struggle, because he's not entirely as reckless as Ultra Magnus might think. Though there was a time he would have.]

[But he did squirm, because this is more than a little undignified. ]

To get out. To hurt something, anything. It was...it was like the old days.

[Jetfire might feel a shudder. Not fond memories for Drift.]

[It is rather hard to make carrying someone bridal-style particularly dignified. At least Drift isn't hanging off one arm anymore?]

And yet you didn't. I neither was nor am holding you in a way that would make you incapable of attacking me, even if it's inadvisable.

[Given the height and speed and everything. ~~We don't want a repeat of the Vehicon going splat episode.~~]

Drift, a mech can change for the better and worse several times in his lifetime, and you seem to be doing a perfectly good job of fighting a change back for the worse. And I... doubt... [Jetfire pauses, static washing over his vocals for a moment as he sighs.] that this necessarily is something that can be fought physically.

It might be, but I won't make the mistake of not considering a more... insubstantial source early on this time.

[The audio ping comes later than when Wing's original message was made, but it was quicker finding the first than the latest.]

Wing, I have Drift. Where would you want me to meet you?

[He feels more than a little sheepish now: he hadn't quite meant to dump all that at once...]

I know you don't Drift. [He can't refute that concern.] But do you know that's what's going to happen? And how does leaving help that?

[If you get yourself killed or lost it'll hurt Wing just as much, if not more. He won't say it, because it feels emotional blackmail, but it's written on his face.]

If that really becomes an issue we can deal with it. Preferably in a way that doesn't get you hurt.

[He frowns, because something about this just seems off.] You've never been this willing to venture out there.

[He'll try to take comfort in that thought.]

Because I'm trying. Because this is how I had to fight it before. [Not exactly. Before he had to stab himself.]

This feels...evil. I don't know how to describe it.

...then how else am I supposed to fight it?

If I'm right, I could hurt you. Kill you. I'd rather be wrong than be right and endanger you. Or Vandal. Or anyone.

But it's out there. What Vector said. It's out there. I can stop it.

[Why are you asking him such questions? He's a scientist, not a psychiatrist!]

I doubt I'm getting the strength you seem to but yes... It does not feel benign.

[He briefly glances down at Drift before looking forwards again, changing his course slightly.]

How do you fight doubt, anger or any other feeling you don't wish to indulge in or fall victim to? One does as well one can to be in control of one's emotions, but we all have different ways to handle that.

That is your opinion. You might represent Chief Justice Tyrest, but that doesn't make your opinion right or law.

Then there's no need for you to get involved.

[He can't hold it back this time, it's logic, and the hard truth.]

And how will she or I feel if you go to the Badlands and don't return?

[He shakes his head, both to try to clear it and to dismiss the thought. He puts two fingers to his crest as he cycles a long breath.]

Someone gets hurt regardless in that senerio, there must be a better way. Assuming worst case scenario, the last time this happened, you said you fought it and won. How long did it take? The loss of control, was it immediate?

[He's trying to be rational now, constructive and more clear headed. Though now he's starting to notice the it, the Calling.]]

It? .... You don't mean Unicron, do you? [this a new kind of crazy talk and Wing doesn't like it any better!]

My correct opinion. I know I am not the only one who is perceiving your actions as such.

But a need from Wing. Your disrespect for authority is duly noted.

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