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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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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.
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He didn't know how to feel about that. Kagerou had already been here, on Cybertron, for longer than he'd probably been alive back on Earth--but there were some things that this Cybertron did not have. There were a lot of things, really.
"I think that having something approaching civilization will make it harder for the chaos outside to intrude. Then, maybe, we can have the technology to keep everyone safe..."
Like the ping system he wanted to build. And, perhaps, better structures would make a better defense against monster attacks.
"I don't--"
He starts to say he doesn't know, and then stops. He doesn't know, but not only does he not know, he ever even considered it. If Kagerou had been made to have his memory wiped...then why not Gunmax?
"I hope not," he says instead, very softly. "He has been through enough, without that."