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McCrane ([personal profile] mccrane) wrote in [community profile] 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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thxforthememories: (Ask yourself.)

[personal profile] thxforthememories 2013-02-24 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
... of course. That would explain it. Wouldn't it? Something in his expression hardens a little, and he stares straight ahead, in sudden silence. "Right. Why load the disposable unit with things it won't need?" he murmurs, mostly to himself.

He'd asked a similar question before -- why would they teach me about the world, if they were just going to kill me? -- but no one ever had a satisfactory answer. Maybe there just wasn't one at all. No good answers, for when a shadow began to ask questions.

"I still wonder if it would be easier, having him here." He glanced, finally, at the other. "Don't you feel the same... about the others of your team? You're missing two, at least. Aren't you?"

Because he recalled that day almost perfectly. There had been three chasing him. McCrane... and two others he hadn't seen here.

"Who is that?"
thxforthememories: (Ask yourself.)

[personal profile] thxforthememories 2013-02-25 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
"They did," he says, flatly. "I know how to fight. I know how to move unseen. How to fly. How to change form. How to maintain and perform basic repairs on myself, and frames like mine. I know how to utilize my spy circuits to their highest effect. And how to teach all of that to the one I was meant to die for." He looks at McCrane then, expression remote, detached. "I know -- knew -- nothing of the world outside our facility. Nothing of how the world worked. How the rain felt. What made the stars shine. I had never so much as seen the ocean until the night I broke out."

He shakes his head. "So, no. It was not the same data any of you had. Not in any way."

After that, he falls silent. He doesn't typically speak that much at one time. It's outside of the quiet persona a ninja was meant to have. He nods, though, as he listens, despite his reply being a long time in coming.

"At least, when you return... you know you'll see them again. You have that certainty."

Something he doesn't have. He is, however, making an attempt to sound reassuring.

If he were here...

A lot of things would be different, wouldn't they? He wouldn't feel so alone. So much like he was hanging on the edges of their team, too afraid to step in, too lonely to move away. It was an unsettling existence. One he sometimes thought he would do anything to change.

"No. I wouldn't. I would be where I was meant to be... where his shadow is meant to be."

Duke's description earns a quiet sound. Maybe it's meant to be a laugh. Maybe he's just trying to imitate breathing. "Clashed," he says, dryly. "Doesn't that sound familiar."
thxforthememories: (Wait we put the gas where now?)

[personal profile] thxforthememories 2013-02-26 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
The silence stretches. He does nothing to ease it. Not yet. Maybe it means he's made his point. Or... maybe he's said too much. He's not sure. He's never sure when it comes to the others.

Or when he's said too much. He always seems to be something of an uncomfortable subject.

"It's not how I pictured it being," he admits. "It's darker. Dangerous. Isolating. Confusing..." He shakes his head. "... I still... want to see the rain, sometime."

There wasn't much in the way of weather, here. And he had, admittedly, liked hearing the sound of it on the facility's roof.

"And what is it you see in front of us?" he asks, somewhat absently. But entirely curiously.

The mention of Gunmax earns a quiet scoff.

"I still have a hard time believing he's one of you."
thxforthememories: (Every step you take I'll be watching)

[personal profile] thxforthememories 2013-03-02 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes."

He'd never felt it. Once or twice, one of the sections of roof leaked a little, allowing the water to fall in. But he'd never stood out under it. It always seemed... it seemed so alive, somehow. "I watched it. I wondered what it would feel like to stand under."

Maybe it was a foolish request. It didn't matter here, anyway.

"You think structures are going to keep our friends from leaving us?" he asked. He didn't mean it harshly. He didn't even particularly mean it in any way other than simple curiosity. Though... there was a sharper edge to the words, all the same -- like dulled knives.

The new subject didn't make him smile. He only frowned a little.

Like him.

Wouldn't that have been nice to know, before so many awkward conversations had happened?

"Did they reformat him, then?"

That was his automatic thought, when anyone mentioned reassignment.