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re_alignment_logs2014-08-03 08:29 am
knight_light) wrote in re_alignment_logs2014-08-03 08:29 am
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To see you before I go... [CLOSED]
Who: New!Drift and New!Wing.
What: Meeting up before the FF call everyone to them. They know it's coming.
Where: The Hub, their room.
When: After Unicron shows up in the sky, and before the FF call their marked to them.
Warnings: A couple of hippies being feely and emotional (and one is drunk)
Wing couldn't deny that he was afraid. Unicron, the destroyer of worlds, was finally here, coming for them; who wouldn't be afraid? He sat in his room, on the floor before his berth. He'd made sure his short swords were in top shape, fully charged, and now he sat with his great sword across his knees. There was no preparation needed with this weapon, not of the physical sort anyway. He sat quietly, meditating, praying, just preparing his spark for the fight to come.
Another thing on his mind of Drift. He couldn't help but wonder where his roommate had gotten off to, and he hoped the other mech was doing what he needed to prepare for the coming fight. It was only a matter of time before the First Forged called them to come fight for their very existence. Pulling a deep vent Wing pushed to his feet, shifting the great sword to his back. He couldn't go into this fight without speaking to Drift one more time, and so he needed to go find the mech.
What: Meeting up before the FF call everyone to them. They know it's coming.
Where: The Hub, their room.
When: After Unicron shows up in the sky, and before the FF call their marked to them.
Warnings: A couple of hippies being feely and emotional (and one is drunk)
Wing couldn't deny that he was afraid. Unicron, the destroyer of worlds, was finally here, coming for them; who wouldn't be afraid? He sat in his room, on the floor before his berth. He'd made sure his short swords were in top shape, fully charged, and now he sat with his great sword across his knees. There was no preparation needed with this weapon, not of the physical sort anyway. He sat quietly, meditating, praying, just preparing his spark for the fight to come.
Another thing on his mind of Drift. He couldn't help but wonder where his roommate had gotten off to, and he hoped the other mech was doing what he needed to prepare for the coming fight. It was only a matter of time before the First Forged called them to come fight for their very existence. Pulling a deep vent Wing pushed to his feet, shifting the great sword to his back. He couldn't go into this fight without speaking to Drift one more time, and so he needed to go find the mech.