[TEXT] [TRANSMISSION ORIGINATING FROM: LIEGE'S FORTRESS]

[4_toteachus]

[He can hear it out there, the fighting and the screeches of the monsters. It's an all too familiar sound, and it takes every ounce of courage Four has to not find a blanket to curl under and stay there forever. Four has a spectacular memory, and he remembers everything he saw during the last days of humanity. He remembers those sounds so clearly that they almost match the distant explosions of battles being fought. The only thing absent here is the screams of dying humans, and his family.

The choices he has are either to give in to his crippling fear, or try to do something.

But what? He has no illusions about his size, and what possible help can he be anyway? He's a chronicler, a librarian. The most he can do is to record what's happening as they happen. Four wouldn't be worrying so much if it weren't for the fact that he had made friends recently, and he'd very much like to keep those.

At the very least he should see if they're alright.]

I am not a very courageous person, but I do not fear for myself during this time.

I fear for all those who are brave enough to fight those monsters.

My only hope is that all of you will be alive and well in the end.

I wish I could help.




can someone tell me a story?

Comments

[voice until otherwise bc I will possibly mess this up and forget]

[sword_redemption]

You can help. Can you find a vantage point? High up?

If you can, you can let anyone know if these things get too close to the fortress.

[You...really don't want Drift to tell you a story. ]

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[4_toteachus]

[A chance to be helpful! An exciting and somewhat terrifying prospect.]

I think I can, heights do not bother me overly much.

Are you okay, Drift?

You have not been injured have you?

[sword_redemption]

Don't put yourself in any danger. But we could use the warning.

[Drift knew how important it was, sometimes, to be part of something, to have something to do, some way to belong. He simply thinks everyone's like him. ]

Injured? [It's Drift. The answer is yes.] Nothing I can't handle

[4_toteachus]

[Whoops, now he's worried.]

Shouldn't you find a medic?

[sword_redemption]

[Do not worry, because that makes Drift feel weird.]

The medics need to be safe in Solus's temple.

Not out where I am.

[4_toteachus]

[Four will worry if he wants to, thank you.]

If you are injured, perhaps you should go to them.

[sword_redemption]

[They will glaringly disagree about who gets to worry about Drift.]

I can still fight. They need me here, fighting.

[4_toteachus]

[If there's a problem with Four worrying about Drift, than Drift can take it up with Four directly. Don't think that just because he's only seven inches tall he can't scold robots.]

At what point will you consider yourself injured enough to go?

[sword_redemption]

[Drift very well may take it up with him....until he realizes how small he is.]

When I can't fight anymore.

[Driftlogic ftw.]