re_alignment_logs | Chasing a lie I thought I believed in

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Chasing a lie I thought I believed in

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.

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She rubs that hand as he pokes it, unable to keep a little smile from appearing under that scarf.

"Let's keep searching. Maybe we can find more. If there's two, there's ALWAYS three."

What kind of saying is that Kay, seriously.

"Always? How can you be sure?"

He doesn't move yet, though, reluctant to pull his hand away. He doesn't want to hurt her, after all. And if she's still clinging to him, that's a real possibility.

"Well, usually. Usually's a better word."

[She lets go of that hand, going back to the junk pile and searching the area where the first beanbags were. If she couldn't find any more, she'd give Kagerou one of them, but...]

Hm...I think there's another in there...

"Usually."

He goes back to helping her, once she lets him go. It worked the last time, so, once more, he slips his hand into the pile, holding it up for her.

"A small one?"

When he lifts that part of the pile up again, she climbs in, inspecting it from the inside. Kay, that's not how you...it's going to collapse at that ra-sigh. Nothing's going to stop you, is it.

"I think so...but you can take one of the ones we found already. And if this one is...you can take it too, and you'll have two of them!"

Not that she has anything to worry about. Soundwave asked him to look after her. And, even if he hadn't, she'd been nothing but decent -- kind -- to him. A friend. You looked out for your friends.

So he keeps his hand braced, holding it up off her.

"I don't have a use for it. It's yours."

When she hears that, her head pokes out of that hole, like a little mouse.

"You don't want them? But...you helped me find them!"

It just didn't seem fair to take everything if he had helped look. Then again, they were small...but that didn't stop her from trying to make it work.

His expression softens. It's not quite a smile, but it's close. That's got to be some kind of miracle.

"Kay. What would I do with them?"

He honestly doesn't see the point in taking one from her. He couldn't use it, after all. He'd only just break it.

That makes her think for a moment. Although, she has to say she enjoys that little attempt at a smile.

"Well, it might make a nice pillow!"

And back into the pile she goes.

"I told you you had a nice smile!"

"I think it's still too small for that..."

He shifts his weight when she goes back, putting both hands into the mess, in order to better support it. How long can she be in there, anyway?

But then he sputters a little, his wings fluttering.

"I... what?"

"You really think so? I mean...maybe two of them could."

You'd be surprised how long a thief can search some trash.

"I said you have a nice smi-"

She's cut off for a moment, giving a little yelp from inside the pile.

"I'm not sure..."

His response to whatever else she'd said is suddenly not important. He resolutely keeps his hands where they are, but drops down to his knees, trying to peer into the hole she'd made.

"What happened-!"

There's some really weird clanging from inside the pile, and when the girl finally emerges, her strut is rather...well let's just say drunks are more coordinated.

But wait! There's more! Adorned atop her shoulders where her head would be is a helmet. It must have fallen on her head while inside that heap.

"I can't see!"

Her hands reach out, searching for anything she can.

He doesn't relax until she emerges with all her parts presumably intact. At least, he can't see any leaking fluids or visibly damaged limbs... she must be all right.

Wordlessly, which is probably a horrible plan, he pulls a hand out from the pile, holding it at a level she can reach.

"You have a helmet," he says. Thank you, Obvious Detective. "Take it off, and you can see."

She stumbles around a little more, tripping over a piece of trash sticking out before falling onto that hand. She doesn't seem overly upset by that, laughing all the while.

"I know it's a helmet, you silly."

Using Kagerou as support, she raises her hands to lift the metal flap of the helmet, peeking out.

"I see you!"

Oh.

Well.

Laughing was good. Laughing meant everything was fine. He relaxed a little more, curling fingers loosely around her. "Good."

His head tilts, peering down at her.

"I... see you too?"

That reaction causes her to laugh again, knocking on the helmet with her fist.

"Well, now I know my head'll be protected if I wear this."

That should be more reassuring, but -- given what just happened, he can't help but be a little skeptical. Okay, more than a little. He blinks.

"If you can't see, is it really worth using?"

She can see your skepticism and raises you a 'chillax bro'.

"Well, I'm sure I can fix the hinges on this thing. Maybe so it'll stay up!

Now I just need a weapon..."

"A weapon?"

Despite said skepticism, he glances around the immediate area, but doesn't locate anything in particular. Not right away.

"Why do you need a weapon?"

She stands up again, and as soon as she does, the flap slams closed on the helmet. Her finger lifts it up as she walks along, searching the piles again.

"Well...just in case I get into trouble and you guys aren't around..."

"Why wouldn't we be?"

He trails after her, once again. Maybe he picked up a few more traits from his other half's frame than he'd thought.

"Well, I'm sure you have other things to do than protect me ALL the time..."

As touching as it is to hear that. It kind of felt nice...to have that assurance of protection. It'd been a long time since she had that feeling. Her arms lift up a trash can lid, peeking under it as she looks up at him.

"Like talking to friends."

"... I do?"

It's probably sad he's seriously asking that question. He kneels again, when she starts fiddling with the trashcan lid, the better to speak with her.

"Aren't I doing that now?"

That gets a laugh out of her, and she in return she hugs that leg again.

"Of course you are! But I don't want to keep you all to myself. That'd be unfair, right?"

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