re_alignment_logs | Lost Little Crow [CLOSED]

WHO: Kay and Cliffjumper (Prime)

WHERE: Kagerou's nest, Police Headquarters, then eventually her room.

WHEN: After Perceptor's post on the network

WHAT: ~~Getting a bird down from a tree~~ Kay needs to get down from there

WARNINGS: Sadness

[It'd been a few days since Kagerou left, and only a few moments ago had she received word that Overlord had been taken care of. However, it was at the cost of a few of the citizens here, one of them being Kagerou. She'd made a promise to stay there and wait until he came back, a promise she wasn't intending to break. Unfortunately, there was a distinct lack of food and water up there, and eventually she'd have to come down.

Not that she cared. She was too scared to move. Even if Overlord was locked up as Perceptor had said, nightmares of him still got her worked up. He'd spoken to her, and it terrified her to the bone. The moment he spoke she could feel that he was more dangerous than anyone she'd met, and wish she'd never seen that video. Maybe it would have been better.

But there she sat, in the beanbag chair on top of the Police Quarters. Who would even find her up here? It's not like she could climb down, and it was so out of the way.]

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[No, no one would find her because she picked a dumb spot to hide. Hope you like death, kiddo. Oh well.

Only not really. As if suddenly the feed springs to life to a picture of...nothing in particular, the picture just sort of swings and sways much like someone's arm when they're walking--DAMN IT, CLIFFJUMPER. Did you seriously accidentally call her?

Kay might hear some whistling going on as Cliff goes about his daily business unaware that it's being recorded. It's rather upbeat despite what's been going on lately.]

[The whistling catches Kay's attention as the grabs the Link. She knew that red armor. At least, by now she did.]

Mr. Cliffjumper?

[Oh please answer her.]

[That whistling cuts off pretty fast, and it's easy to tell by the picture that he even starts to turn around as if looking for her. It's only until he realizes that she's not actually there that he lifts up the feed and looks into it, finally getting the idea of what's going on.]

Oh, it's 'Mr.' Cliffjumper now?

[She had to admit, it was funny to see the Link flail around as Cliff looked for the source of the message. A small smile appeared on her lips as she waited.

And when Cliff's face came on screen?]

Well, you're a mister, right?

I'm not touching that one.

[Because robot genders are HARD.

Thank goodness this is a feed. He can't help but be a little puzzled by her surroundings.]

Nice place, got a good view going there?

[She notices that puzzled face, giving a look around.]

It's pretty high up, isn't it? I was visiting a friend...but he had to leave...

And...he hasn't come back.

Must be a busy guy.

[Because what is dying.]

How long've you been waiting up there, short stuff? Maybe you should give him a call if he's going to make you sit there like that.

...A few days.

[She shivers slightly.]

He...He won't answer. That Overlord guy killed him...

[Oh.]

Not sure how to break this to you, but that usually means he's not coming back. Maybe you should get down from there before something happens.

I'm...It's really high up, Mr. Cliffjumper.

And I made a promise.

[Oh, is that the game they're playing?]

Well I promise if you don't get down, I'm going to find a way to bring you down.

But what if he comes back? I can't just...leave...!

[Yeah, you might have to think about choosing the latter option, Cliff.]

Congratulations, you just made this a game. I'll be over faster than you can say "Oh sweet Primus, I changed my mind! Don't shoot!"

[The feed cuts.]

But why would y-

[Too late! She'll just peek her head as far as it'll crane over the edge, looking for any red blob she can spot in the distance.]

Lost Little Crow [CLOSED]

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