re_alignment_logs | 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.

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Wing snuggled Drift close. "It is bigger than all of that, and there's nothing wrong with being afraid. I'm afraid too. But that won't stop us. We'll fight, with all we have. Light will prevail." If not now, then at some point, of that he had no doubt.

"Life persists."

He kind of mumbled it thoughtfully, nuzzling obnoxiously into Wing.

"Lets just... hope the call to arms doesn't come for another couple hours. My fingers are kind of numb."

Okay, now Wing finally facepalms, letting out a vented sigh. Really, Drift? Really? You drank that much?

"If it does come sooner, it might be a good idea for you to wait a bit before going out to fight."

Okay maybe it was completely inappropriate, but Drift giggled at the facepalm. Oops huh.

"I'll be okay."

"Mn. This is an important fight, Drift. You really should be at your best...or at least sober..."

Wing sighed and looked at the mech curled up in his arms. You big dork, he doesn't know about you sometimes.

"Unless you know any get sober quick tricks, it's just going to have to run it's course."

Drift doesn't always make the best decisions. If they survive this he'll work on it.

"I hadn't really intended to drink anything at all, I stopped at the bar to talk to Knock Out and then I got caught up chatting with Sentinel. You know, the guy with the chin."

"And so you ended up mindlessly drinking as you sat and talked with them?" He...just can't be angry about it. He's certainly not amused, and...not even sure he could say he's annoyed, but he's not angry.

"How are they handling things?" If they're in the bar, he's guessing "not well."

"More or less. Had a good talk with them, though. Maybe it's just the high grade talking, but I almost feel like I've learned more about myself in the past few hours than I have in the last couple million years. Funny how the end of the world affects people."

Drift's pretty okay with Wing not being angry. Pretty super okay with it. He still feels bad about it, though.

"As well as you can expect."

Wing shakes his head, snuggling Drift a little closer. "Knowing yourself is a good thing." At least there's that.

"Getting drunk as well?" There's an edge of sadness and sympathy for them...

"Drinking, yes. I don't know about getting drunk. Or, not as bad as me, at least. I think I'm a bit of a light weight. People are scared, Wing. They're not all as good at coping with it as... as other people."

he shakes his head, growing more and more annoyed with himself as he sits there. He can't really change what he's already done, but still.

"I know people are scared. People have every right to be afraid with what we are to face." He's scared, but he's also...ready. He's ready to go, ready to fight, just as he was ready to face the slavers alone to defend Crystal City. He knew he'd not survive that fight, he's...not sure he'll survive this one either, but he's just as ready to do what needs to be done.

Drift isn't concerned about his own safety. He isn't afraid of dying, but he's honestly terrified of the idea of losing Wing, of losing everyone he's met here and ending up alone. He knows it's stupid, but it's kind of hard to break out of that mindset.

"I used to think I was as strong as you, y'know? I guess I still have a ways to go."

"Honestly? I think you are stronger than I am, Drift." He still had a lot to learn, but he was strong, of that Wing had no doubt.

Well hell, Drift hadn't expected to hear that from Wing. Like ever. He leaned back and just stared at the Jet for a few seconds, as though he was speaking some weird alien language.

"How the hell do you figure that?"

[Wing chuckled at Drift's reaction.] In many ways, Drift. You've overcome so much, you've changed more than you realized. That takes incredible strength.

[Drift puffed his cheeks a bit in response to the chuckling. Punk don't laugh.]

It wasn't easy, I'll give you that, but it never would have happened if I hadn't met you.

To see you before I go... [CLOSED]

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