Drift (
sword_redemption) wrote in
re_alignment2012-10-29 08:41 am
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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! ))
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! ))

[audio]
Jetfire. You... 'have him?'
[It's possibly the most absurd and wonderful thing Wing has ever heard.]
Ah... my room in Vector's tower. Balcony that faces the rising sun with the red pennant.
[He not sure where else would be best at this short notice, but at the very least, if Wing has to knock Drift out and then lock him inside then he will.]
[audio]
Since reasoning with him wasn't working for any of us, I... ah. Went and got him. If I'd been sure merely confronting him where he was would have worked, I would have, but it seemed... safer and simpler to do it this way.
On my way, then. Shouldn't take more than a breem.
[Since he's flying slower with Drift in his arms... Not so much because Drift is heavy (he isn't), but to cut down on wind and debris.]
[audio]
I...
[It's true, Wing was making progress, but only a little. He was starting to think he'd have to go after Drift himself.]
Thank you Jetfire. I'll see you soon then.
[audio]
If nothing else, it should hopefully be easier for you to handle this in person.
[That usually helped, since one does have a few more methods to try in person than over a comm. link.]
As soon as I can.
[audio]
One could hope yes.
[On a different day, he'd be hard-pressed not to read innuendo into that. But today it has a whole different secondary meaning.]
I'll be waiting.
[And Wing does, solemnly at the edge of the berth, the same one he vividly remembers them sharing. He's gotten next to no recharge in two and a half days. Too exhausted to pace but too anxious to sit, he stands and fidgets instead.]