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[video] Enter the Fanboy

[The video feed pops on, to a slightly breathless sounding voice and a worried pair of blue optics.]

...must have gotten knocked out.

Perceptor? Verity? Springer? A-anyone?

[He tries to make his voice sound a little calmer, a little less unnerved. ]

I'm okay. Something must've, uh, hit me on the head or something.

[Not, you know, the passing out thing. Of course not]

Tell me it's over.

Tell me...we won.

...

Tell me I'm not alone.

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Are you alright friend?

[Wing should really be in recharge, but with all these new arrivals he's worried and cruising the Link instead. Regardless he has a smile on his face for this newcomer who appears distressed.]

You aren't alone. I know there are mechs here named Perceptor and Springer. I can direct you to them, assuming they haven't found you already?

My name is Wing, by the way.

I'm, uh, confused. But I guess that's not really important.

I mean, in the scale of things that are important.

I'm, uh, Ironfist. You've probably never heard of me.

Of course it is. [He smiles.] That scale changes at any given moment doesn't, as priorities shift?

Do you still have questions?

No... [He thinks a moment.] Wait... maybe? It sounds mildly familiar. From something I read once.

N-no. Not really.

Just...I could use a nap or something. [Does that sound pathetic? It probably sounds pathetic. Frag. Yeah. Springer would never have said anything like that.]

Really? I...really only published in Kimia journals.

Well if you think of any don't hesitate to ask.

[He laughs, but it's a good-natured, sympathetic kind of sound.] Honestly I hear you on that one.

Hmm, no, I've never heard of Kimia. [He ponders.] I have a collection of datalogs, ah, Wreckers Declassified I believe? But it's not until the end I think... [He's chinstroking now, because those datalogs were not in the greatest condition, but there's something profound in his memory attracted to the name Ironfist...]

You look like you could use one.

[If you don't mind him saying. Unless you're supposed to look all frazzled like that?]

Declassified? [Oh. Oh dear. ] _{I wrote those}.

I...could. If only things would calm down a little. Never dull around here it seems.

[The more people who do the less he can stubbornly ignore it.]

Ye-- [OH, uh...] You did....!?

Oh, that'll never happen. Trust me. You always think 'oh okay I'll take a break when this goes down' but then something else always comes up.

[He presumes Wing is a nerd like him.]

....I did. I'm...^sorry?

[He sighs somewhat dramtically/symbolically.] That is so very true. It's been like that for over a week.

[He kind of is though. He's a closet nerd, don't get him started on history or religion.]

Oh--no, NO! I'm the one who's sorry, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just surprised. I mean, what are the odds really? Those were...some pretty amazing logs to read. [How exactly do you summarize 'exciting and horrifying at the same time' and still sound polite?]

You should recharge! [He sounds really worried. What he does is different, because Ironfist has nothing else going for him.]

I...uh...they were. [He doesn't sound happy about it.] I was wrong to do them.

[A laugh that's half rueful and half guilty. Ironfist, you are so sweet!] Aha yes, I know. I really should. I will soon.

I'm sorry...if it's a sensitive subject. [And they only just met, whoops.] May is ask why you feel that way? If you don't mind...?

[He takes a moment to process. ]

Are you...do you have bad dreams too?

No, no, it's all right. I just wonder how many mechs have died because of those stories.

[So is Wing now, because that's not what he's expecting...and is, oddly relevant.]

I...

[His face falls a little.]

...yes I do, actually.

[But then his expression shifts to a mix of curiosity and concern.] Died because of them? Why would that happen?

Because I made what we do seem...good. Glorious. [He almost chokes on the word now. Glory? There was no such thing.]

[His voice gets very quiet.]

Do you dream about dying?

[He nods, beginning to understand.]

Dramatizations can be like that. [Wing has to admit a certain love for heroic dramatization...but in fiction.] I can inspire some to greatness...but belittle the effects of violence and make them...acceptable.

[He dips his head.]

I...do actually. Because I did, before I came here.

The thing is, I believed it too. So I guess I wasn't lying, maybe?

[Maybe that's something mitigating. He doesn't know.]

.._{me too} And I think I'm going to die again.

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