Noping right off Cybertron

[vandalization]

Who: Wing, Drift and Sweary McCurseface
What: Close encounters of the NOPE kind.
Where: Vandal's House of Nope.
When: Shortly after Wing's creeper post.
Warnings: Vandallllllllll.



"Okay, we're going. We gotta go. Come on, Drift. You can't walk with your feet still all fucked up like that. You gotta get on my back, but we need to go now."

Yep. Definitely wanting to get the fuck out of dodge right now. Preferably before Wing gets there. Her only saving grace is that he can't fly right now at least, but she's not really too keen on letting her guard down. They're going to Solus temple, damn it. She was all suited up and ready to go.

And plenty nervous to boot. She really isn't sure what's wrong with Wing, but she doesn't want to find out first hand, alone.

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[sword_redemption]

"We're not leaving you." Drift echoes Vandal's words, trying to sound firm, and in reality sounding like a teenage girl trying to sound brave.

"Just stay with us, Wing. Talk to us. Don't worry about what might happen. Just be here. Now. With us." He shoots a worried look at Vandal. She seems exhausted.

[winged_knight]

The words of acceptance and comfort offer unexpected shelter from the storm. Wing really wants nothing more than to curl into a ball with them wrapped around him like a blanket. But that leaves him conflicted, because he also wants very much to drive both Drift and Vandal off, force them somewhere safe, because he doesn't feel safe being around anyone right now. Logic can barely penetrate the dark cloud of what he became and the lightning strikes ignited by the fear of losing control again.

"I--I have to remember. I talked to people...was planning something..."

He sits back on his heels, awkwardly, clearly unaccustomed to the frame he's in, a hand pressed to the crest of his helm. He doesn't want to remember, but he feels like he has to rifle through each and every memory for some sign of potential danger. If he'd made promises, was expected by anyone...they might come looking.

Wing shudders at the implications. "_{If anything happened to either of you...because of this.}" He shakes his head violently, losing a sob, hands pressed to the ground again.

[vandalization]

Tired as she is, Karrie rises from her porch at the sound of Wing's distress.

"Come on now, just. For now, clear your head and give yourself a rest. You're just going to upset yourself more. Let your thoughts reorganize, okay?"

She awkwardly presses a hand to his finial, trying to be comforting.

[sword_redemption]

"Wing." Drift wishes he was in his own frame, just for the ability to hold Wing. This was...absurd in a way. "Don't force yourself to do anything. Relax. If it's important it'll come to you. We're safe. You're safe. Just...let that be enough." He looks over the rise of Wing's shoulder at Vandal. It's all right, right?

[winged_knight]

Once he opened the gates, it was hard to stem the tide of memories. His recollection of a conversation with Overlord just recently worries him most, and he tries to sort out was actually said.

Vandal and then Drift's words penetrate, distracting him, pulling him away from the mass of strange memories. He looks up at the touch to his finial, optics focusing on Vandal. "I...but..."

The sound of his name draws his attention to Drift. It strikes him how fragile Drift looks in this form, but it's a cold irony that Drift is the stalwart one now and Wing fragile beyond measure.

"How can I relax, how can I know we're safe?" His optics flicker unevenly, his thoughts still disjointed, fingers clenching in the dirt again. He can't force them to leave, they're both way too stubborn. He not sure he can keep them safe, and he barely knows who they enemy is anymore. He feels entirely helpless.

....No, this wasn't helping. Wing cycles air deep through his cooling system, trying to put order to this thoughts. He looks up into Drift's eyes for a long moment. Still large and blue despite being human, he's reaching desperately for something external to ground him.

[vandalization]

"You can't, but we just have to... trust and rely on each other."

Honestly that's not something Vandal is very good at, maybe preaching it, sure. She keeps that to herself though.

She still feels like she's intruding. This is Drift's territory, but she stays for Wing's sake, patting the crest on his helm.

"Let's just stay here for tonight and we'll regroup in the morning."