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re_alignment_logs2014-06-03 10:11 pm
thxforthememories) wrote in re_alignment_logs2014-06-03 10:11 pm
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standing on stone you stand beside me
WHO: Kagerou + Open
WHERE: A mountain in Alpha Trion's Sector
WHEN: Evening-Late night. Week of 6/3
WHAT: Keeping vigil for those who left. At least, that's what he says he's doing.
WARNINGS: Feelings.
He's listened to her last message more times than he can count. Of course, they'd said their goodbyes in person, but, she'd left it for him, all the same, knowing he would need it. Knowing he needed such a reassurance. It's good to hear her voice, but, as always, when the recording ends, he feels the empty ache take over again, and turns his attention to the horizon once more.
Power Joe's stupid golf clubs are in his room now. Along with the trinkets and pieces of life Kay left behind her. He's proud of them. Proud of her. And hopeful. They're not lost. They're doing what must be done -- making their own choices.
They promised they would be all right. He made sure they promised him that.
So he has to remain. He has to stay here, or else what will they have to come back to? He would be a poor friend, a poor parent, not to stand here, stand guard... and wait for them.
Maybe there's a better place to do it. But he can't think of one. He's standing alone, somewhere high and wild, where the wind blows lonely through the panes of his wings, over the rocky heights around him. It's the place he can best see. Where he'd seen her off... The place he'd held Kay in his hands for the last time. Wished her luck -- wished her to stay brave and strong -- wished for her to come back as soon as she could.
"It's okay, Kagerou..."
His thoughts are a mess. He wants to be strong. To be brave -- for their sakes. He wants to make them proud when they return. And he believes they will. He knows they will.
But the knowledge does nothing to fill the ache in his AI. The way his hands feel empty. How he knows tomorrow, when he goes to check in on the police headquarters, there won't be any bright, amused voice calling out to him, using that stupid nickname. How when he finally returns to his room... it's going to be too quiet. There won't be any quiet footsteps in the night.
He folds his arms over his chest, bowing his head.
"I'll come home. That's a promise."
He wants to be prouder than he is. He wants to be braver than he is. But all he can do is stand here, bowed against the wind, and cling to the memories he's always held so dear.
WHERE: A mountain in Alpha Trion's Sector
WHEN: Evening-Late night. Week of 6/3
WHAT: Keeping vigil for those who left. At least, that's what he says he's doing.
WARNINGS: Feelings.
He's listened to her last message more times than he can count. Of course, they'd said their goodbyes in person, but, she'd left it for him, all the same, knowing he would need it. Knowing he needed such a reassurance. It's good to hear her voice, but, as always, when the recording ends, he feels the empty ache take over again, and turns his attention to the horizon once more.
Power Joe's stupid golf clubs are in his room now. Along with the trinkets and pieces of life Kay left behind her. He's proud of them. Proud of her. And hopeful. They're not lost. They're doing what must be done -- making their own choices.
They promised they would be all right. He made sure they promised him that.
So he has to remain. He has to stay here, or else what will they have to come back to? He would be a poor friend, a poor parent, not to stand here, stand guard... and wait for them.
Maybe there's a better place to do it. But he can't think of one. He's standing alone, somewhere high and wild, where the wind blows lonely through the panes of his wings, over the rocky heights around him. It's the place he can best see. Where he'd seen her off... The place he'd held Kay in his hands for the last time. Wished her luck -- wished her to stay brave and strong -- wished for her to come back as soon as she could.
"It's okay, Kagerou..."
His thoughts are a mess. He wants to be strong. To be brave -- for their sakes. He wants to make them proud when they return. And he believes they will. He knows they will.
But the knowledge does nothing to fill the ache in his AI. The way his hands feel empty. How he knows tomorrow, when he goes to check in on the police headquarters, there won't be any bright, amused voice calling out to him, using that stupid nickname. How when he finally returns to his room... it's going to be too quiet. There won't be any quiet footsteps in the night.
He folds his arms over his chest, bowing his head.
"I'll come home. That's a promise."
He wants to be prouder than he is. He wants to be braver than he is. But all he can do is stand here, bowed against the wind, and cling to the memories he's always held so dear.
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He'd try. Try. Not worrying about things didn't really seem to be in his skillset. Maybe it was never meant to be.
"A little. Yes. But you swear more than he does, if that's consolation." He shrugged. "I will."
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He had a feeling Kagerou was just saying that. Gunmax didn't really know what made the ninja tick all to well yet, but he liked to think he was getting the hang of him.
"You kidding? I swear more than all of you. Combined. Gotta be some kinda record."
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That, at least, was utterly genuine. And said with the tired air of someone who has said the same words dozens of times before, and plans on saying them dozens of times more.
"I say swears sometimes," he challenged. "You heard it before."
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Maybe that wasn't the most optimistic response ever, but it was pretty accurate as far as Gunmax could tell.
"Yeah, I guess. Come to think of it, one of the first things I remember you sayin' to me was 'Hey buttfuck' or something!"
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Because he didn't feel as if he'd been made stronger. But he also didn't feel as if the world had yet defeated him.
"Someone told me to call you that, once. It stuck."
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Well he was trying to be encouraging, anyway.
"Hell of a nick name to be stuck with. Who the hell told you to do that?"
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It was something he thought about, sometimes. Whether or not he'd live as long as the Cybertronians. Such a thing seemed... possible. Which was astounding.
"Her name was Vandal," he said, quietly. "She... looked out for me. I cared for her. She was like an older sister to Kay. We saw snow together for the first time."
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He wasn't sure if they'd make it as long as the Cybertronians, but they'd sure as hell give it a good run.
"Yeah? She sounds like a pretty cool person. Even with the buttfuck thing."
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He was teasing, slightly. He didn't think it was really possible, but if Gunmax said "anything"...
"She was, yes. She was... she was a good friend."
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Okay so maybe he's been exaggerating a little bit with that, but you really never know these days.
"That's cool, y'know? You deserve to know good people."
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Because, yes. It's happened before.
"From you... that's a strong compliment."
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He doesn't honestly know how to reply to that. The fuck does that even mean? Well whatever, Gunmax can worry about that later.
"Yeah? I guess I could be better at the whole complimenting people thing. I meant it, though. You're a pretty awesome person. Maybe a little awkward, but then who the hell isn't?"
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He huffs, shaking his head.
"I don't think you'd be you if you were better at it. If that makes sense."
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Gunmax shrugs, "Yeah, yeah, I get what you mean. My sparkling personality, right?"
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"But it suits you."
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Yeah, he wasn't terribly good at this whole smalltalk thing, even now. He nodded, though, and the corners of his mouth quirked in a slight smile.
"You're welcome, then."