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maskormenace2014-09-09 08:28 pm
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[Video] - 01
[ A very lanky man with messy white hair appears, raking some of the strands away from his face in agitation, only to have them fall back into place. ]
I'm going to start by saying that the displacement of my natural body is severely upsetting my energies. I hate to be "that mech", but I honestly don't know how much more of this I can tolerate. My chakras are in disarray, I itch everywhere, I keep forgetting that breathing is a thing that needs to happen, and the apartment lobby won't even allow me to offer the service of optimizing the energy flow through the building! I'm just feeling a lot of aggression here and quite honestly I'm catching a lot of very uncomfortable vibes. Outside of being physically uncomfortable that is.
[ He pushes his hair back again, fussing, attempting to tuck it behind his ear to no avail. He dismisses it again in favor of continuing. ]
That does bring me to the point that my swords are still missing. I realize at this point? Wielding them isn't realistic, what with being a fraction of my regular size. Yes, sure, I get that, but I still like to have them. They're important. So if anyone happens to see any outstandingly large swords around, chances are they're mine. I'd appreciate if you contacted me. I can't offer much as a reward. Perhaps I could offer to lead you through a meditation session? Or cleanse your focal energy passages? Anyways, the point being, swords. Big ones.
[ He gestures, as to the size of the blades. Yes, very big. Like he was telling a big fish story or something. His hair falls back in his face and he huffs at it, growing increasingly more irritated as he attempts to arrange it again. ]
Also could someone lend me something to tie this back? Or better yet, something I can use to shave this all off? I can't stand all this fur!
[ Relenting, he shuts off the feed, and the audio cuts out mid-sigh. ]
I'm going to start by saying that the displacement of my natural body is severely upsetting my energies. I hate to be "that mech", but I honestly don't know how much more of this I can tolerate. My chakras are in disarray, I itch everywhere, I keep forgetting that breathing is a thing that needs to happen, and the apartment lobby won't even allow me to offer the service of optimizing the energy flow through the building! I'm just feeling a lot of aggression here and quite honestly I'm catching a lot of very uncomfortable vibes. Outside of being physically uncomfortable that is.
[ He pushes his hair back again, fussing, attempting to tuck it behind his ear to no avail. He dismisses it again in favor of continuing. ]
That does bring me to the point that my swords are still missing. I realize at this point? Wielding them isn't realistic, what with being a fraction of my regular size. Yes, sure, I get that, but I still like to have them. They're important. So if anyone happens to see any outstandingly large swords around, chances are they're mine. I'd appreciate if you contacted me. I can't offer much as a reward. Perhaps I could offer to lead you through a meditation session? Or cleanse your focal energy passages? Anyways, the point being, swords. Big ones.
[ He gestures, as to the size of the blades. Yes, very big. Like he was telling a big fish story or something. His hair falls back in his face and he huffs at it, growing increasingly more irritated as he attempts to arrange it again. ]
Also could someone lend me something to tie this back? Or better yet, something I can use to shave this all off? I can't stand all this fur!
[ Relenting, he shuts off the feed, and the audio cuts out mid-sigh. ]
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[ He laughs sheepishly. ]
Excuse my rudeness. My name is Drift.
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I see.
[Whoa sudden mood change again. Those eyes are now
diamondsdaggers.]Then that solves the mystery, Deadlock.
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Oh. Great.
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[Someone only got the news recently cause he doesn't keep up with Alignments Monthly. Sorry Drift )8]
I was on Dabola before I became neutral.
[That mental solo cup is crushing.]
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[ Oh. He remembers you now. Excuse him, you can probably see his little hippy heart being crushed like that mental solo cup. Now there's a simile for you. ]
Oh. Oh god.
[ Excuse him, he has to sit down and kind of just melt his face into his hands. ]
I'm so- I mean sorry doesn't even begin- I. I should leave. I'm sorry to have intruded. That's- that's understandable. I... yeah. I should leave.
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[Well, he can't say he expected that reaction. Maybe it's all the pent up bitterness inside of him, but he can see the 'man's spirit literally shrivel in front of his eyes. A few choice words and that smile was reduced to this...
It makes him think about what Bumblebee said. Some of them are good people.
...]
Bumblebee vouched for you, when he told me.
[That tone's still wary, but...he didn't exactly say 'leave']
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He chuckles sadly. ]
He would. What a good guy.
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[He straightens up, though, remembering what he was told. He trusted Starscream. And even if Starscream betrayed that trust...
He couldn't shy away, could he?]
I was killed from giving a Decepticon a chance. I've...I've become pretty bitter about it.
[With a deep inhale, and collectively burying his past grievances.]
It'll be slow moving, but...[A hand extends out.]
I'd like you to change that.
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Killed?
[ No, no, don't pry. He's surprised to see the effort though. Metalhawk has every reason to kick him out right now. Instead he finds himself hesitantly reaching out to firmly grasp that hand. ]
I will try my very best.
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[He has no problems sharing. He's sure it's of no surprise to anyone.]
I know what you're going to say--that I was a fool for trusting him. But it's whats giving you a chance now.
[He gives a little smile, giving the hand a firm shake.]
You're just in time. We have a new companion. ...That isn't you, I mean.
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[ He shakes his head. ]
He can be very persuasive if you don't know that he's a scum-filtering low-life.
[ The change of subject is welcome nonetheless. ]
Oh? Seems like a lot of people arrived.
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[His eyes go towards the bag, walking back to it and putting his hands inside. When he pulls it out it's...
A roomba.
Yeah.]
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What is it?
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I wanted to maybe give it the Ambus test.
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Ok...ay?
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Fascinating, isn't it?
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[ He watches it scoot around. ]
You think it's possibly sentient?
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[It seems to have taken to its job well, starting to clean up around the kitchen table.]
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[ He watches it putter around. It is kind of cute... ]
Have you ever given anyone the test before?
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I haven't. But I remember hearing parts of it.
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