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re_alignment_logs2013-07-02 08:13 pm
fugitrix) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-07-02 08:13 pm
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WHO: Arcee & anyone
WHERE: Mostly Leige's place, but she's going to be checking other places. Please note where they're at!
WHEN: Over the week
WHAT: Arcee scouting around, clinging to buildings, invading ceilings and vents, perching on roofs, and generally spying on people and being awkward.
WARNINGS: None currently?
[ 01. Leige's Temple ]
So this was Cybertron. Not her Cybertron, but a fresh, new one. Barely touched, not like their reformatted home. Arcee had listened to the drone because she had recognized for what it was, because she had little other choice but to listen if she wanted answers. But every answer just lead to more questions. Who were these Thirteen and what did this Leige want with her?
The branding she'd cut into her shoulder still hurt, but it was the other brand she picked at. If there was one thing that Cybertron had taught her, is that she had to fight to belong; it didn't come easy, and when it did, it generally it was never under favorable circumstances. She didn't trust easy, had no reason to trust Leige. Better to gain the advantage first before sticking out her neck. Times like this, she missed the simplicity of hunting Jhiaxus and the driving rage.
Leige's territory was cold outside of the tower. Much colder than she was used to on Cybertron; more cold like the brush of the Dead Universe. Her plating was tucked seamless against her frame, trapping in heat as she scaled the outside of the tower. What heat her plating let escape, the cloth she had covered herself in took care of the rest. A high point allowed her to get a better look at the area, get a better bearing of the territory. She needed to know her knew stomping grounds.
It was always easier to come into private places from the outside; nobody usually expected break-ins this high up. It wasn't just for fun. Arcee tried windows, crawled into vents, and slipped into rooms to sort through and read whatever information she could find. She tucked away items that looked dangerous, important, valuable. Whatever she could use.
[ooc: Arcee's p good at this. She probably won't be seen looking through junk unless she wants to be seen, but I'm k with working things out. ]
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[ 02. Junk Pile ]
It was hard to miss the large pile of junk and debris in the middle of the Haven. The first time Arcee laid eyes upon it, she briefly wondered how it got so big. The population didn't seem large enough to produce that much waste-- it was like it all fell from the sky like she did, although she couldn't see anything dropping. She'd never say she wasn't a curious mech.
It took some picking through, but the pile of junk held some interesting finds. If she picked around long enough, sometimes she'd find something mostly undamaged and completely alien to her. She tugs down the cloth mask she wore, hunching over some tiny machine, trying to figure out the purpose of it. She pushes down the lever, her thick winglets tensing at the following series of clicks. When it dings roughly a minute later, her automatic reaction was to slam a hand down on it, crunching it beneath her palm.
Ah, well. How was she supposed to know it wasn't dangerous?
She vents, rolling her shoulders and scowls down at the broken machine. She still didn't really get the point of it. She pushes it aside, then starts sorting through the junk again.
WHERE: Mostly Leige's place, but she's going to be checking other places. Please note where they're at!
WHEN: Over the week
WHAT: Arcee scouting around, clinging to buildings, invading ceilings and vents, perching on roofs, and generally spying on people and being awkward.
WARNINGS: None currently?
[ 01. Leige's Temple ]
So this was Cybertron. Not her Cybertron, but a fresh, new one. Barely touched, not like their reformatted home. Arcee had listened to the drone because she had recognized for what it was, because she had little other choice but to listen if she wanted answers. But every answer just lead to more questions. Who were these Thirteen and what did this Leige want with her?
The branding she'd cut into her shoulder still hurt, but it was the other brand she picked at. If there was one thing that Cybertron had taught her, is that she had to fight to belong; it didn't come easy, and when it did, it generally it was never under favorable circumstances. She didn't trust easy, had no reason to trust Leige. Better to gain the advantage first before sticking out her neck. Times like this, she missed the simplicity of hunting Jhiaxus and the driving rage.
Leige's territory was cold outside of the tower. Much colder than she was used to on Cybertron; more cold like the brush of the Dead Universe. Her plating was tucked seamless against her frame, trapping in heat as she scaled the outside of the tower. What heat her plating let escape, the cloth she had covered herself in took care of the rest. A high point allowed her to get a better look at the area, get a better bearing of the territory. She needed to know her knew stomping grounds.
It was always easier to come into private places from the outside; nobody usually expected break-ins this high up. It wasn't just for fun. Arcee tried windows, crawled into vents, and slipped into rooms to sort through and read whatever information she could find. She tucked away items that looked dangerous, important, valuable. Whatever she could use.
[ooc: Arcee's p good at this. She probably won't be seen looking through junk unless she wants to be seen, but I'm k with working things out. ]
----
[ 02. Junk Pile ]
It was hard to miss the large pile of junk and debris in the middle of the Haven. The first time Arcee laid eyes upon it, she briefly wondered how it got so big. The population didn't seem large enough to produce that much waste-- it was like it all fell from the sky like she did, although she couldn't see anything dropping. She'd never say she wasn't a curious mech.
It took some picking through, but the pile of junk held some interesting finds. If she picked around long enough, sometimes she'd find something mostly undamaged and completely alien to her. She tugs down the cloth mask she wore, hunching over some tiny machine, trying to figure out the purpose of it. She pushes down the lever, her thick winglets tensing at the following series of clicks. When it dings roughly a minute later, her automatic reaction was to slam a hand down on it, crunching it beneath her palm.
Ah, well. How was she supposed to know it wasn't dangerous?
She vents, rolling her shoulders and scowls down at the broken machine. She still didn't really get the point of it. She pushes it aside, then starts sorting through the junk again.
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Well, he hasn't seen Arcee around much - she started to contribute actively late in the war, after the Ark left, but he'd been aware of her and this one shares some features, a conclusion drawn mostly from the design of her helm and the colours visible.
"... You're an alternate of Arcee, aren't you?"
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"Yes."
She never lied about who she was, especially when she had nothing to lose. She'd already scoped out the other exits in the area, if needed. Despite Jetfire's size, she was sure she could slip by his massive hands.
"You know another?"
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Jetfire took the suspicion and the glaring with nothing more than quiet acceptance. Sure, he didn't know this Arcee's capabilities, but he wasn't more than shallowly knowledgeable about the one from his reality as well, so he simply held himself loosely, easily hovering in the air.
"Know about, at least. The one in my reality started to get involved more directly in the war shortly before I left Cybertron." He paused, casting a glance over her frame again. "If you share alternate mode, the configuration is slightly different."
Not by much, from what he could tell, perhaps even looking rather similar overall, but still with some curious differences. Then he gave her a slightly dry, arched look, helm tilting.
"How honest would you be if I asked you if you've taken anything while you were in there?"
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Jetfire was either exceedingly polite, or he was careful with pronouns. Maybe both. Lesson learned from her alternate?
"I missed most of it." Her involvement really didn't get far until late, when the war was pretty much over. Her hips cock slightly as she shifts her weight, folding her arms across her chest.
"What can you offer for honesty?"
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Her question almost make him grunt in annoyance, and while his optics narrow a little and his arms remain folded over his chestplates, there's no actual tension in his voice. This is very familiar, really, though he could do without having to deal with it from more than one person.
"I've been here since the Lambda started to regularly displace individuals after a period of inactivity, so I'm... ah, reasonably knowledgeable if there's anything you'd wish to know, and whatever you took from in there I probably have more use of than you do, unless you like or find metal ore and rock samples interesting." The earlier dry expression has slid down into his voice instead and he stares at her quietly.
Of course, he has no idea what Starscream might have left around - he doesn't go actively looking, after all. Most of his actual projects and anything potentially dangerous he keeps in his lab, not where he (and Starscream) recharge.
Arcee might have picked up on the fact that there might be differently distinct types of items scattered around in the room, though.
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She holds her hands out in a demonstration of truce, but the smile behind her mask was like a crocodile.
"Your information is more important to me."
She noticed the difference in items, but it wasn't entirely unheard of for mechs to share space. Usually, it was more typical of situations in which limited space was provided for living situations, though space was abundant here. It was easy to determine it was personal choice. Why, Arcee couldn't quite grasp.
"How long has that been?" The temple servants hadn't been so specific. The records she found were somewhat lacking as well. "What's the status of the war here?"
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"I suppose that's a good thing," says Jetfire, voice dry. She could have asked what he was knowledgeable in and gone from there... If he was supposed to be honest, he'd have had to say he was well-versed in weapons engineering, after all.
"By now... around a year. There might be some difference in the orbit of this Cybertron to each of what we're familiar with, but a rough counting would give a reasonable one-year estimate." Optics softening in thought, Jetfire tilts his helm back to glance up along the temple and the bit of sky visible above.
"No idea how long the Lambda has been dormant regarding depositing individuals instead of just interdimensional detrius, but there has been at least one set of displacements before us."
We shall hope you wanted that sort of answer, Arcee; Jetfire's somewhat incapable of anything else. Her other question makes him frown and he redirects his gaze back down at her.
"Tension, but no combat. There's been... ah, incidents, but they could be as much caused by individual inclination as stemming from our conflicts. Some of the instigators have had nothing to do with the war, or been cybertronian."
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"A year." That could mean quite a bit, considering the way cybertronians determined time. Some of them -- mostly the ones who had been to Earth -- utilize the earthean measurement. Others preferred to use their native cybertronian timeline, though like Jetfire claimed, there may be a difference. She hadn't yet gotten the chance to determine since the passing of day to night was particularly subtle. "Are they still here?"
Because if so, she'd have to find them and ask them a few... things.
"So we have neutrals causing trouble as well, then." Arcee's 'wings' twitch under the cloth as she considers this. Neutrals and aliens can be as troublesome as Decepticons, especially if they were particularly spirited. "I want names and faction statuses and then I'll leave your things behind."
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"Neutrals? I... suppose you could call them that, yes. Uninvolved with their own motivations and plans. In the beginning there was this... hm, human-made, if I don't remember wrong, A.I who caused quite some damage." Jetfire shakes his helm, giving Arcee a slightly arch look. "Of every cybertronian present, you mean? Or were you thinking of particular possible individuals or... ah, troublesome elements?"
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"Do you have any names?" Arcee fully intends to do a bit of digging, maybe a few visits, just like Jetfire's own room got a visit today. She leans up against the balcony door, the wind stirring her hood against her cheek a bit more.
"Troublesome ones, of course. I'd like to have an idea on who to keep an eye on."
Truth enough, though she's puzzled. Humans could do that? Prowl mentioned humans were rather resilient, and did some cruel acts to cybertronians, but there was no mention of treating AI.
"And that AI is... gone now?"
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Jetfire still wasn't sure how the downright cable-thin Seeker was an alternate of Starscream's, but, well. The his optics dim slightly in thought, rubbing his chin.
"There's two alternates of Starscream present, but so far they haven't really... done anything. A Skywarp. Two Megatrons... Someone named Tarn, which people from a particular reality have had adverse reactions to." The last is said slowly, but not disbeliveingly, though the "code name" gets a shake of Jetfire's helm.
After a city and city-state, really?
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"Starscream? Up to nothing?" her voice just oozes her skepticism. "Giving one benefit of the doubt usually ends badly."
She sees that Autobot mark on your chest, Jetfire. She crosses her arms, looking a bit unimpressed, but that's enough to work with. A few ideas, definitely some megapowers. Megatrons usually kept their Starscreams in toe, but that balance of power was fragile.
"Thanks for the tip, though."
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"Sometimes it does end... er, unfortunately, but so far, he hasn't done anything. At least insofar that he hasn't... ah, said anything. Other than attempting to campaign for Overseer," Jetfire says dryly, shrugging. "I have no idea what the other one might be up to, and it's enough to try and keep an optic on one of them."
Pausing, Jetfire frowns thoughtfully, but so far Starscream really hasn't done anything, so it's not like he can attempt to placate her - perhaps it won't matter.
"There's a Grimlock present as well, and two Shockwaves. So far nothing much has happened on that angle either." Shockwave, as much as Starscream or Megatron, is a potential hazard, and Grimlock... well, he's Grimlock.