The Binding

[trionicpolarity]

Who: Kagerou and Alpha Trion
What: Kagerou has agreed to become Alpha Trion's Initiate. This is the ceremony in which this is made real.
When: As the threat of the monsters is dying down
Where: Alpha Trion's temple
Notes:
This is a closed log. Shouldn't be any violence within, though there may be excessive beard stroking some interesting conversation. Note also that A3's initiation ceremony will differ from other Firstforged's ceremonies.

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With the threat of the nearby badlands diminished and Megatronus and his ilk charging forth to lead the fray, Alpha Trion had been busy writing. There was much to record, and much to oversee, and it was important after all to make certain that these early deeds were chronicled. It made the work done more...official.

Important.

Necessary, even, especially as he'd found that the more he wrote down, the more became clear.

Cybertron was forming and these Refugees, like the last, were directing it.

He was going to need more help, if he was going to keep it all straight.

That, at least, he'd already had a volunteer for.

"Kagerou," he spoke, activating his built-in Link device. "It is time. When you are ready, come alone to my library."

He left the chanel open just in case, and looked toward the bookshelf in the back of the room. It had been a long time since he'd had an Initiate.

It was going to be nice to have one again.

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[thxforthememories]

"Like... memories?"

He could make his memories, others could make memories of him, and... things like that. That made sense enough to him.

Still, even as he watched, he couldn't help the feeling of apprehension, the nagging doubt, and the desire for someone to be here beside him. He didn't want to do this alone -- he wasn't made to be alone.

"You mean to say it's up to... me. To change things?"

The prick was unexpected. He nearly jerked his hand back, staring down at his wrist in something akin to fear. He hadn't been told anything about that part.

Sign his name.

And then Kay would be safer. His memories would be safer. This... was what he had to do, to live.

He took it. And, with halting, uncertain strokes, laid down the katakana making up his name.


カゲロウ

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"It is very much like memories." He smiled to Kagerou, pleased that his soon-to-be Initiate understood the concept. "But it is like memories that never fade, and cannot be erased. We have the power to make change, yes, but we must be careful with this power that we wield--for if things are recorded incorrectly, then it may be that they never occurred."

A history unrecorded was a history unremembered. His work was important for that reason, and for many other reasons besides, and now he would have help with it, again.

As Kagerou wrote each character, he watched, aware of the marks made as if he were writing them himself. His bond with Kagerou would be better for this, and already he could feel their tiny thread of connection as it strengthened, drawing from his power, the Tome, and the holder of the Quill.

Remembering what happened the last time this Right was performed, he reached for Kagerou, placing a hand upon his arm in case the energy sapped from him was too great. His previous Initiate had fainted at this stage, and it was not surprising.

The Quill took much, when it borrowed from another's fuel.

"There is one last thing to do, Kagerou," he said, gently, and reached to take the Quill. "How are you feeling?"

[thxforthememories]

"... Cannot be erased," he echoed, quietly. It sounded too good to be true. He shook his head. "I would never... never take someone's memories. I could never take who they are from them."

Memories made someone a person. They gave them life. If this whole business of history was similar, maybe he could do this, after all. It was a tenuous possibility -- mostly due to his lack of self-worth than anything else.

His hand shook. More violently than before. He barely finished the last character before it felt as if his systems were trying to shut down. Warnings flashed over his targeting sight -- low energy warnings, mostly. He felt his frame begin to slump forward.

No.

Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was determination, but he forced his optic back online. Forced his legs to lock into a standing position. He would not bow. He would not give in. Whatever was happening... he had to see it through.

For Kay.

"Tired," he ground out, voice catching. "Fine. Tired..."

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"Then you understand how important--and how delicate--this work is."

Recorded history involved the memories of an entire world. One step at a time, he believed Kagerou could make great contributions because of that.

His will, if nothing else, was a testament.

Alpha Trion did not remove his gentle grip from Kagerou's arm, however, helping to keep the other steady and preparing for the final part of the ritual, both at once. With the Quill in his other hand, he deftly punctured his own fuel line.

"When this is done, it will sap the remainder of your energy," he warned. "If you fight it, it could be damaging. For this...you must trust me."

His thumb ran over Kagerou's Glyph, and he held the Quill above it.

"I will return you safely to the surface, when you sleep."

Hoping that Kagerou understood, he brought the Quill-tip down over the Glyph, and began scribing bright, magenta characters along the edges of it, enhancing the mark with intricate lines that held a piece of his own power and essence.

It took from him, as well.

It took, and it gave to both of them.

[thxforthememories]

"Yes. I... yes, I do."

Because there was nothing more important than memories. At least, from his perspective. Memory loss was the same thing as dying, as far as he was concerned. Killing the Chieftain had been bad enough... he could never do that to so many.

He watched Trion, his visible optic flicking around to track his movements. He kept leaning heavily, fighting to stay upright, despite the warning. But, at last, he nodded.

What other choice was there?

"All right..."

Even so, he turned his head to watch, trying to see exactly what Trion was doing with his mark. Glyph. Thing. It made him shiver a little, seeing it written on like that. He wasn't even sure what exactly it was doing. It looked... fascinating, really. He wanted to watch it as long as he could...

But something like dizziness was overtaking him. His optic flickered, head rolling on his neck, despite his attempts to stay on his feet.

We can end here~ I shall send a PM with further details.

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"I trust you, too."

Alpha Trion trusted Kagerou with this ritual, and he would soon trust him with much, much more.

The last of the marking finished, he caught Kagerou before the other could fall and took a moment, sagging against the Dias in the darkness as well. It was not glowing as brightly, but it would replenish itself in time, as he would, and as Kagerou would.

"It is done. Recharge now, and when you wake..." He sighed. "The world will be a different place."

It wouldn't be entirely different, but there would be a change. One couldn't go through this and not experience some difference.

Laying Kagerou down, he stood, replacing the Quill into its field and lifting the new, smaller book the Tome had generated off of the original. This would be Kagerou's Tome, and Alpha Trion would have assignments for him to write down, soon enough.

For now, he would return to the surface, place Kagerou into a room of his own--nicer than the standard Refugee rooms, and closer to his library, with the book beside him.