re_alignment_logs | Time to go Exploring

WHO: Four and anyone in Liege's Fortress
WHERE: Inside Liege's Fortress
WHEN: Today! :D
WHAT: Four decides to leave his little area and explore the rest of the fortress.
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WARNINGS: 7 inch tall stitchpunk

Four was a curious being by nature, he was made to be that way. As terrifying as the world he was in was, he couldn't remain in this little place that Liege put him. He wanted to know more, to go forth and discover what this new place had to offer. It was frightening though that he had to do it without his brother, that he had to be brave without Three to poke him in the right direction. Four didn't believe that he had much courage without his family to support him.

He was on his own whether he liked it or not, and that world out there was just waiting for Four to explore it.

The halls were things of beauty, and Four stood staring at them, transfixed by their complexity. They were built for giants, so for him it was like a world onto itself. Naturally he wanted a closer look, so he scuttled over to tap at it, memorizing the sound and texture of the strange material. It was unlike anything he had seen before.

His fear and uncertainty melted away and was easily replaced with excitement and intrigue, what else could he find in these halls? In his world he had learned that treasures were everywhere if you took the time to look, and his world was destroyed and dead. He stepped away from the wall and glanced around. This place had the feel of a maze, and Four didn't want to get lost, so he made sure to memorize everything in the area, from the wall formation to the floor design.

Well, he was done here, time for him to get started.

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Like a maze? Oh no, this place was a maze. Even with a map, even with Pharma's precise directions in and out, on this particular jaunt to see his fellow physician, Knock Out found himself...lost.

It wasn't a comfortable feeling. He remembered hearing a warning over the Link against getting lost, but now he was. Frowning to himself, he paced slowly through the halls, attempting to retrace the route that had brought himself here in the first place. His optics and sensor-net were open wide, looking for anything familiar to guide him back to familiar corridors--

But he was not, necessarily, looking at his feet.

Four could feel the vibrations of each of Knock Out's footsteps as the mech walked through the halls. His immediate instinct was to hide, and so he did, curling up as small as he could in a corner. Common sense said that he should work his way through the maze and head back to his room, but his curiosity demanded that he examine the robot from afar.

Now that he knew that not all of them were bad, he felt bolder about being around them. He wasn't totally foolish though, he was hardly about to go ahead and say hi.

If Four was aware that Knock Out was lost, he would have agreed to help him out, since Four had this area carefully mapped out in his mind. Right now, he was content to simply follow the medic at a distance, his own tiny footsteps making the lightest taps against the cold floor.

Was this dangerous? Perhaps, but danger often came with discovery.

Yup, Knock Out was thoroughly lost-- and worse, the farther he went the more angular the halls seemed to get. He was pressing forward instead of turning back, and the fractals were closing in on him.

Of course, Knock Out wasn't much of a mathematician, so the concept of the halls devolving into increasingly complex fractal patterns was meaningless to him. It was enough to know that he'd gotten himself lost.

Eventually his steps slowed to a stop. He looked around him one last time, as if expecting some familiar feature to suddenly appear; when it didn't, he purged his vents in a sigh so massive it made his whole chassis droop.

"Scrap," he muttered, putting his back to nearest wall and slumping there. "What now?"

Oh, so he really was lost.

For some reason, Four found that particular. A giant getting lost? The very idea seemed almost silly, but apparently it did happen. Well, he supposed he could help him out? The stitchpunk was sure he knew the right way, because he wasn't lost.

How was he going to get the giant's attention? Did he even want the giant's attention?

Well, he wasn't going to run out and flail madly, hoping the robot would notice him. He would have to find another way. A quick glance around allowed him to spot a very useful looking rock. The halls were quiet enough, maybe if he threw it, the giant would notice?

There was no harm in trying he supposed. If it didn't work, Four would have to try more drastic measures to get his attention.

It was quiet indeed in the fractal halls of Liege's fortress, quiet enough that, say, the sound of a small rock being thrown by a small creature was still enough to be noticeable. Knock Out's head snapped up at the sound. Tensing against the wall, he scanned for the source of the sound.

"Hello?" he called, his voice determinedly even. "Anyone out there?"

Well, if Knock Out wanted to find him, he'd have to look down... way down. The rock got his attention, but it wasn't enough. There was a pause after the giant spoke where Four tried to figure out his next course of action, he still didn't want to try the 'run out and flail wildly' route if he could help it...

So, he decided to pick up another rock, a larger one than before, and toss it at the floor again, only this time he blinked the lights in his eyes, hoping that it would be enough this time around.

Knock Out's alert now, wary and suspicious; when he hones in on the sound of the rock striking the floor, it's fast enough to notice the tiny flash of light, too. "What the--?" he says softly. That is a very, very small... whatever it is.

"...Did you do that?" he asks warily, indicating the bigger rock with a fingertip.

So the giant was not paying attention to him.

Four stood there, staring up at the medic with a frozen expression of fear. Okay, he had Knock Out's attention... now what? What if he wasn't a friendly robot, what would he do now? Could he even be able to run away if he chose to at this moment?

Oh, he was asked a question.

The Stitchpunk slowly nodded. He did indeed throw that rock. Hello.

Knock Out approaches the tiny thing and bends gracefully to one knee to take a closer look. There's no way he can get down on the same level as such a little creature-- short of laying down on the floor, at least-- but he can at least get a little closer.

"Well then. I--" Pause. He feels ridiculous asking this of both a stranger and a... thing... but something about this halls makes him uneasy. "Don't suppose you know the way out of here?"

It took every ounce of courage that Four had in his little body not to turn around and flee down the hall when Knock Out approached him. He reminded himself again that discovering new things meant that there was always some element of danger.

The question earned a nod from him. Yes, he knew the way out, and maybe he could even help this strange robot find the way. Cautiously, he took a few steps towards the Medic, wanting to get close, but too afraid to go all the way. What if he got crushed somehow?

Knock Out tried to remain still as the tiny thing approached; it wasn't all that hard to guess that it might be feeling a bit unnerved. Knock Out certainly would be, were the situation reversed.

"Great!" he said brightly, putting on his best friendly smile. "...You'll show me, right?"

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