re_alignment_logs | I don't rememeber myself, but I still remember you [Closed]

WHO: ~~Optimus Prime~~ Orion Pax, Elita One
WHERE: The junk pile, on the way toward Alpha Trion's temple
WHEN Yesterday/today, not long after Blurr planted his bombs...whoops?
WHAT: Elita runs into Optimus. Who...isn't currently Optimus.
WARNINGS: Some violence, maybe some sads

This world wasn't home, but he had never been so pleased to be in a place that wasn't.

Firstforged. The Thirteen. The creation of Cybertron. Legends and rumor and old tales, long lost to time.

And here he was, able to experience them himself!

Despite his current location - trudging through the junk pile on foot, until he escaped back on to proper roads - Orion Pax couldn't be happier. Waking up in a room he didn't know, around people he didn't know, in a time he didn't know; all forgiven the moment he was told he was within a Temple of Prima. Everything around was a fascination all it's own (again), even the Lambda in the sky shooting junk everywhere.

He was confident he'd get home eventually. He just didn't want it to happen before he'd had his fill of living history.

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Orion froze when she indicated, though the confusion flashing across his faceplates was obvious...and it only got worse at her confession. In fact, it rather looked like someone had just hit him in the head with a steel beam.

"I...what now?"

He stumbled back a step, shaking his head lightly.

"I know this place is strange but...different reality? You're...you, Elita..."

He looked hurt and lost, vulnerably so; but, unerringly, despite the dread in his face, his gaze crawled back up to her 'wings' once more.

She winced at his reaction, the back mounted panels flexing and then tucking in, but even that can't make them invisible.

"I'm sorry." Even as she said it, she slowly got closer; she had no idea if he'd want the reassurance, but not offering something of the sort seemed worse than just standing there, and simply leaving now yet worse than either of them.

"Where I'm from, I haven't met your alternate more than very briefly." And at a distance. And if Orion didn't move or indicate he didn't want it, Elita would end up curling a hand around the nearest one of his she could reach.

"My alternate?"

He'd heard of 'alternates' here, copies from other dimensions. He had not considered it applied to him in the least-

Slowly, shocked faceplates twisted in realization, and he faltered back another step, away from her touch even if he regretted avoiding it the moment after.

"...You don't even know me, do you?"

He did not even know her.

A lesser mech might have bolted; Orion looked sorely pressed to do just that. He probably would have, if he had any idea about where to go.

He just looked lost.

This reaction makes it so very obvious that it's a younger version she has in front of her, and she briefly considered letting that flinch guide her, but given that look...

Maybe she shouldn't have, but she took a slightly faster step forward and curled a hand around an elbow.

"Only what I've learned while being here, and it's been... interesting." What else can she say, really? Especially given that expression.

"You know the location of where you have your room?" Give him an out, and if nothing else, if this version wasn't even sure which temple he belonged to given that he might have... changed... while not even at Prima's temple, she could at least give him that much.

Somewhere to run to, to at least ease that trapped, lost expression. She feels like going and hiding herself, a little.

If anything, his expression turns agonized at the touch. He wanted nothing more than to seek solace from her familiar presence. But it wasn't his Elita, and everything just suddenly seemed so wrong.

"I...yes? Vaguely? That is...where I woke up."

Where he woke up, oblivious that the people he knew in this strange new world were not his own. It is a terrifying realization. But the reminder helped; even if he didn't exactly recall the location he had only spent a small amount of time when first awoken, it was an option.

"I should just. Go."

He took a step back, but not far enough to pull completely out of her grasp. He didn't want this to be real.

"There, yes." She nods in confirmation and then just shakes her helm slowly, managing to keep her own expression collected at the naked and open agony.

There's nothing she can do about that, after all. She can't be who she isn't, unless she suddenly got a spark and memory transplant or something, and really, that wouldn't be much better.

"Thank you for the help." She holds still long enough when he draws back for the simple pressure of the weight of her arm to be felt through the loose touch before she backs away, briefly touching the center of her chestplates with a few fingers, underneath which her spark chamber is.

Then she turns around and starts to walk down the corridor, hoping that he does not need the help to find somewhere to leave to, and if he does, he'll either ask her... or hopefully have someone else to ask.

I don't rememeber myself, but I still remember you [Closed]

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