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re_alignment_logs2013-01-17 08:22 pm
mccrane) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-01-17 08:22 pm
That moment when...
Who: McCrane and Kagerou
What: Both having died, they start to answer the call of the Badlands before waking up at the edge of the Haven together. Awkwardness ensues.
When: Now-ish.
Where: Haven's edge towards the new Badlands source.
Notes: None! Earth robots not understanding things, making pacts.
Technically, that wasn't true.
McCrane knew exactly where he was, because he'd spent long hours at Police Headquarters making certain that their communicator badges were reprogrammed to accommodate the larger radius of Cybertron. They weren't at 100%, he knew, because he was far from either a scientist or a mathemetician, but he'd had the time for it and it had needed to be done.
He was thankful for that, now.
He was less thankful to be staring out across the wastelands from a largish hill that he didn't remember climbing, wondering if he'd died.
That was the only explanation, wasn't it?
He'd lost memories here, before, and that had been the cause. He'd promised the team afterward that it wouldn't happen again, and while he knew that no one would or could hold him to that promise, he still felt terrible.
This shouldn't have happened.
He was supposed to be strong enough.
Both fists clenched at his sides, and he turned to head back inward to the Haven...
...which would have been easier if he hadn't walked straight into Kagerou.
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What: Both having died, they start to answer the call of the Badlands before waking up at the edge of the Haven together. Awkwardness ensues.
When: Now-ish.
Where: Haven's edge towards the new Badlands source.
Notes: None! Earth robots not understanding things, making pacts.
Technically, that wasn't true.
McCrane knew exactly where he was, because he'd spent long hours at Police Headquarters making certain that their communicator badges were reprogrammed to accommodate the larger radius of Cybertron. They weren't at 100%, he knew, because he was far from either a scientist or a mathemetician, but he'd had the time for it and it had needed to be done.
He was thankful for that, now.
He was less thankful to be staring out across the wastelands from a largish hill that he didn't remember climbing, wondering if he'd died.
That was the only explanation, wasn't it?
He'd lost memories here, before, and that had been the cause. He'd promised the team afterward that it wouldn't happen again, and while he knew that no one would or could hold him to that promise, he still felt terrible.
This shouldn't have happened.
He was supposed to be strong enough.
Both fists clenched at his sides, and he turned to head back inward to the Haven...
...which would have been easier if he hadn't walked straight into Kagerou.
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