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re_alignment_logs2012-10-26 12:15 am
4_toteachus) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-10-26 12:15 am
Entry tags:
Let's Learn
WHO: Four and Thundercracker
WHERE: Starting in the Junkpile
WHEN: Backdated to after this interaction
WHAT: Thundercracker teaches Four some new things
WARNINGS: None
Four waited patiently next to the cannon he had fired a short while ago. Who would have guessed that he'd be waiting for someone who was going to teach him how to defend himself! Against robots! The prospect was both exciting and terrifying to the little stitchpunk, he found that it was difficult to stand still.
He never would have believed that something as simple as trying to fire a cannon would lead to something like this. Four dearly hoped that he wasn't making a mistake. Was it going against his belief that he shouldn't harm anyone if he learned how to operate a real weapon? It was all very confusing.
All he could do now was wait for Thundercracker.
WHERE: Starting in the Junkpile
WHEN: Backdated to after this interaction
WHAT: Thundercracker teaches Four some new things
WARNINGS: None
Four waited patiently next to the cannon he had fired a short while ago. Who would have guessed that he'd be waiting for someone who was going to teach him how to defend himself! Against robots! The prospect was both exciting and terrifying to the little stitchpunk, he found that it was difficult to stand still.
He never would have believed that something as simple as trying to fire a cannon would lead to something like this. Four dearly hoped that he wasn't making a mistake. Was it going against his belief that he shouldn't harm anyone if he learned how to operate a real weapon? It was all very confusing.
All he could do now was wait for Thundercracker.
Sorry...gonna be HELLA SLOW...hopefully only for the next week or so, gotta get past some RL stuff
Thundercracker arrived shortly after, careful to transform and land well away from the stitchpunk's position so that the vibration didn't threaten to cause an avalanche of detritus where he was. Although . . . the canon's blast had probably already taken care of that, come to think of it. Oh well.
He approached carefully, dropping to a knee to lean over and offer his hand near where the tiny thing stood. "Ready?" He spotted Four's journal and made a mental note to remember to grab it if Four didn't.