Chasing a lie I thought I believed in

[littlecrowgirl]

WHO: Kay and whoever stumbles upon her.

WHERE: Junkpile

WHEN: Today

WHAT: Kay's exploring the Junkpile for some items. If you cross her path and talk to her she'll most likely find an item for you.

WARNINGS: She's a little grumpy after being embarrassed in front of Alpha Trion. Feel like cheering her up?

There's nothing worse than being made a fool in front of your idol.  And Kay had learned that all too quickly.  Cliffjumper had not only pranked her into thinking he'd been turned into a guitar (a guitar that was now gone, whether by Trion's correction or her own disposal), but some things, like your own competence shouldn't be called out on.  At least that's how Kay saw it.  But bottling yourself up in your room was getting old, so she took it outside, trekking all the way to the Junkpile to relieve some teenage-girl steam.  Although this didn't keep her from her promise to Kagerou either.  She sent a text to the robot saying she'd meet him there if he was well enough to go.

From pile to pile she leapt, searching for anything and everything.  There wasn't much to find that didn't get scavenged earlier, but it provided a great distraction from everything.  She sat crouched, examining what looked to be a whisk before tossing it to the side, scanning this pile once more.

"Stupid."

Whether she was talking about the whisk or something else was to be debated.  She flipped her hair out of the way, giving a big sigh before hoisting herself to her feet.

Maybe the next pile would have something.

Comments

[goingdownfighting]

Are you seriously still mad about that? If anyone should be mad, it's Cliffjumper. Girl, you almost probably got him turned into a cow. A cow. Do you know how embarrassing that would have been? What it would have done to his reputation? And not to mention Kay really is dumb, so it's not like no one knew already.

Not that Cliff is thinking about any of that. He doesn't really stay angry that long... Not over little stuff, at least. No, the only thing he thinks about when he spots Kay in the junkpile is 'oh boy, an excuse to do something'. He's been pretty bored lately, so any chance to do anything is exciting.

It's so sad that he's come to that...

He goes over to her, casually, waving his giant hand hi like they're chums or something. What do you mean she's upset? What could she possibly have to be upset over?!

"Hey, short stuff."

Look at you jump around. Like some sort of little jumping thing. Ha, it's hilarious. It's like the equivalent to someone watching a frog, except the frog wheres a key in its hair and is also mad at you.

[littlecrowgirl]

Yes. Yes she is still angry about that. Because you could have said it with less 'Wow Kay is dumb'. Your reputation? What about HERS? She doesn't have much of one to start, especially after that broadcast about robot babies. Doesn't mean it didn't still hurt, you big dumb.

She does hear those footsteps, because...well, he's a giant robot, turning her head to see the visitor. Oh. it's you. Look at those eyes harden at him. She'll just go back to rummaging through the miscellaneous items.

"Hi."

SHE IS A CROW THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

[goingdownfighting]

WOW RUDE.

Cliff's a little taken aback by the oh so sudden cold behavior. So much so that he looks a little perplexed, rubbing the back of his helm a bit before trying to get a tad closer to her. That's it? Just 'hi'? She normally says more than that.

"Is that how humans normally say hello, or am I getting some kind of special treatment today? If so, I think you need to work on it a little bit. I'm not feeling special at all."

Just so he doesn't feel like he's standing around like a dork, he picks up a stray piece of, well, junk from the pile, examines it, then tosses it over his gigantic shoulder once he concludes it's indeed useless. This is fun for her?

"You got some strange hobbies, kiddo."

[littlecrowgirl]

YOU SHOULD TALK, JERKFACE.

She doesn't answer right away, mainly because she's trying to pull...something out of that pile. Her foot goes against the rest of the rubble, giving herself some leverage before it jerks it's way out.

A giant paperclip. Really?

She follows Cliffjumper's example, tossing it over her shoulder, and maybe hitting him in the head with it unintentionally.

"It's how I say hi to jerks."

She stops a moment, looking up at him.

"I'm trying to find something to make my room nicer."

[goingdownfighting]

Well, it's not like he's going to help her now after that. Cliff looks a little bothered by the jerk comment, standing there with an annoyed look on his face even while the paper clip smacks against his metal face. He doesn't even flinch.

Nope, he doesn't do much until he gets an idea. Brightening up almost instantly and smiling as he walks around and eventually in front of her, he digs in the pile and effortlessly picks pieces out of it.

"Too bad I'm a jerk, or else I'd give you a hand. Real shame, what with you struggling and I'm, well, not."

He picks out a piece which he's pretty sure is furniture instead of actual trash and examines it. Inspecting it as if it were some kind of fine jewel.

"Woo, would you look at this? This is a really nice... something."

It's some kind of lamp, Cliff. Although, a bit of an ugly one.

"Oh well, too bad."

He tosses it in the air after he gives a shrug and then without any warning whatsoever, brings out one of his cannons, firing at the airborne lamp and blowing it up effortlessly.

No more lamp.

"You better find your stuff before I do."

[raceme]

[And behind the next pile...there's a light blue car with a spike on its hood. Blurr didn't feel like the most social person after the recent event and he wanted nothing but disappear. The closest thing to that was shutting himself down into recharge in car mode, so that's why he was there and not moving.]

[littlecrowgirl]

[Kay notices that car when she hops over the pile, sliding down it a little as she slips. She recognized this car...]

Mr. Blurr?

[There's another few hops as she approaches, her bad mood put on hold as she goes over to inspect.]

[raceme]

[That's him, yep. But he's still not moving nor answering, as if he didn't hear the girl.]

[littlecrowgirl]

[She makes her way over to the car, running a hand along the hood as she walks around him.]

Are you sleeping...? This isn't a good place to sleep, you know.

[raceme]

[Now, that wakes him up, but he doesn't change to robot mode. The car headlights flickers to life, as if he's blinking. As a reply to her question the voice of John Lennon can be hear, coming from his radio.]

Say, you're looking for a place to go
Where nobody knows your name
You're looking for oblivion

[thxforthememories]

Then everything will be as it was.

Well. Not everything. There were still... problems. Still lingering memories. Still things he didn't want to think about. Maybe not as much as some, but forgetting things, even the small things, wasn't something he could bring himself to do.

Best, then, just to not think on it. To distract himself. And what better way to do so, than the one thing he enjoyed?

Flying.

Easy to ignore the past week or so, this way. You had so much more to concentrate on, up here. In the sky and wind. It was better. It freed him to think on other things. And to notice what he might very well have passed over, otherwise.

He slowed, hovered. Then dropped, too swiftly than should have been safe for something human-made. Regardless, he landed lightly, watching the figure climbing around the junk. For a moment or two, he crouched in silence, then ventured a few words.

"Kay?"

... Okay, just one word.

[littlecrowgirl]

It took a few moments for Kay to even register that she'd been addressed. She was still pretty upset, and this piece of junk that seemed interesting was being quite troublesome in wanting to come out. However, Kagerou's voice was soft, but heard, and her head turned to see the ninja looking at her.

"Oh, Mr. Kagerou...did you get my text? I promised I'd let you know when I was coming here."

She left the piece stuck in the pile, going over to see the robot.

"Are you feeling better? You got your old body back!"

[thxforthememories]

As she got closer, he went from crouching to kneeling, watching her until she was near enough for him to actually speak with. No sense in shouting across the pile when you could simply talk instead. Or... maybe he was just that fond of quiet.

He shook his head slightly. "I haven't... been looking at my messages," he admitted. He'd been trying to clear his head, after all.

And after another pause, he nodded. Feeling better? Not really. But he was in his rightful frame. So there was that.

"It was put back as it should be, yes."

[littlecrowgirl]

There's a slight smile from her.

"I'm glad that Mr. Trion worked things out for you. I'm...I'm sorry I confused you about all that stuff. You know...the cyborg thing."

She rubbed her head sheepishly, looking off for awhile.

"I did a lot of silly things that week."

[thxforthememories]

He tilted his head, then shook it slightly. "It was confusing all around," he said. "You didn't harm anything."

Not like others had. Looking back on it all, it seemed like he and Kay had gotten off rather lightly. Something to be thankful for, he supposed.

"Silly is preferable to what others were doing," he said. It came out soft, almost to himself than to her.

i hope this is ok?

[sword_redemption]

It's never been easy for Drift to meditate. He's always got the weight of the life he's trying to live down, like a cobra's hood, behind him, and all the questions he doesn't have the right to ask.

But he's trying, because he really needs a glimpse of clarity right now. Or if nothing else, he needs the familiarity of the ritual. So he's sitting in the Junk Pile, Great Sword sunk in the ground before him, so that the jewel in the hilt is at his optic level. And he's cycling his vents, trying to find some calmness, some serenity, something he can hold on to.

Without much success. It's almost a relief when he hears the small clatter of noise of someone moving through the Junk Pile. He focuses his optics, scanning over.

"Kay?"

Of course it is!

[littlecrowgirl]

Kay, until Drift had spoken, wouldn't have even noticed the larger bot. Her anger mixed with her struggling with the actual junk had blinded her a bit to everything else that was happening around her. So when Drift spoke up, she spun around, surprised.

"O-Oh, Mr. B...Drift, right?"

No way was she making animal nicknames again. She'd learned her lesson.

[sword_redemption]

Right now, he'd've loved to be called 'Mr Bunny'. Just for the normalcy of it.

He nods and then unfolds his legs, pushing to his feet. Meditating wasn't happening, anyway. He hesitates, and then decides to go with the perhaps-too-obvious, but innocuous question. "You looking for something?"

He was. Just not something he was likely to find in the pile.

[littlecrowgirl]

"Nothing in particular...my room's just really big and empty...Maybe filling it up will make it feel more like home.

And I needed time to think."

She turns around, looking up at him, as it just realizing...he was there.

"What are you doing here anyway? It's pretty far out..."

[sword_redemption]

"Yeah, those rooms are big when you're, uh, small." He winces, remembering how he'd sprained an ankle falling off his Cybertronian-sized berth.
"I could help you look?"

He could use the distraction, too. And he didn't feel like prying, but maybe she wanted to talk.

He shrugs. "I needed to get away. I guess I thought out here, things would settle down in my head and I could make sense of them." Thus far, no dice.

[invisiblepinkboat]

"Nothing interesting, then?" Elita asked as she rounded a pile, easily taking note of cues that made it clear Kay was not in her best spirits... While body language between species had some differences, it could also be rather similar, as long as a general layout of the body was shared.

She paused a few steps away, quietly impressed Kay got out here on her own; the temples weren't that close to the Junk Pile after all, and the Quadrants the temples were in were huge.

All the humans needed something of their own to travel on, for those times it wasn't necessary, or someone offered, for them to ride a cybertronian...

[littlecrowgirl]

Her head immediately spun around, seeing Elita slightly a bit away from her. Her gaze turned to where she threw that whisk, as if avoiding line of sight.

"No...I just wanted something for my room, but all that's here is junk."

Her gaze returned, a bit surprised to see her now that she thinks about it. "What are you doing all the way out here?"

[invisiblepinkboat]

Quiet for a moment, Elita came closer, extracting a scrap (large as a blanket for Kay) of metal mesh cloth off-handedly. It wouldn't be much use for Kay, since it would hardly be as soft as cloth made from organic sources, but for a cybertronian it was smooth and pleasant to the touch.

"I'm sure we could find something here, and I could ask you the same." Looking up from inspecting the useless bit of cloth, and down at Kay, Elita tilted her helm, curious.

"Even with an altmode that was useless for land transportation, it'd take me less time to get out here than it would you, and yet here you are."

[littlecrowgirl]

She decided to address the last statement first, idly hopping from pile to pile in search of ANYTHING. "I really needed a walk."

And it eventually led her here. She didn't go far out like Miko did, thankfully.

"Just some chairs...even a sofa would be nice..."

[invisiblepinkboat]

Observing Kay as she skipped around, Elita nodded slowly. There was probably some more reason why Kay was out there... Something felt like avoidance, but it didn't matter at the moment.

"And maybe something soft to sleep on, if you don't already have that?" She'd never thought about it, but beyond being difficult to get on or off on, the berths in the rooms in the temples were probably not the most comfortable - even if they had come with metal mesh coverings.

Wandering over to the pile the girl was currently on, Elita smiled slightly.

"Would you like a lift? I can cover more ground even when walking slow enough for us to look around."