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re_alignment_logs2014-02-23 10:46 am
thxforthememories) wrote in re_alignment_logs2014-02-23 10:46 am
too busy working out to
WHO: Kagerou & OPEN
WHERE: ALL AROUND HAVEN || Police Station || Trion's Temple
WHEN: From TFP!Ratchet's attack -- to now!
WHAT: After his outburst on the Network, Kagerou is rather desperate to prove himself as a capable police officer, hunting nonstop for a fugitive he probably has no hope of locating. It goes about as well as you can expect.
WARNINGS: None now.
Note: If you could put the date and location in the subject, that would be awesome!
[He's probably become a familiar sight around the Haven skies of late. A shadow ghosting across the stars, or lurking in the darker places behind buildings. Scans are running constantly. No part of the ground goes unseen. Guilt is driving him, mostly. He wants to make things right. Wants to make amends.]
[Make it up to the bot he thinks he's failed.]
[But there are some areas he won't visit. Some places etched in his mind as too terrible to return to. He won't be seen near Liege's temple. Nor Megatronus'. Everywhere else, he is a near-constant presence. Look up. You might see him!]
~
[Even so, he can't be everywhere. Every so often, he'll return to the police station. Make reports, they said. Check in, they said. And so, in between sweeps of the Haven, he'll stop at the station. Even if no one is inside, or present, he'll offer up his report via datapad, leaving it on a desk.]
[Nothing, it usually says. Nothing unusual reported.]
[And he treats every report of that nature, like a failure. His shoulders slump a little more, and he leaves the station looking more dejected, though his expression remains as closed and neutral as possible. If someone is present in the station, he'll stop to speak with them, of course. But otherwise, he's in and out in a matter of minutes.]
~
[Rarer still, he returns to Trion's temple. To the room he and Kay and now... now another... are sharing. It's usually late when he does drag himself back. He's always low on fuel, low on rest. He'll all but stumble through the temple, nodding to passersby, or whoever happens to be on his way.]
[He will return to the room for only as long as it takes for him to refuel. To make certain Kay is all right. To make certain nothing terrible has happened.]
[And then he's gone again. Weary, frustrated, and wracked with too much guilt. But pushing onward all the same.]
WHERE: ALL AROUND HAVEN || Police Station || Trion's Temple
WHEN: From TFP!Ratchet's attack -- to now!
WHAT: After his outburst on the Network, Kagerou is rather desperate to prove himself as a capable police officer, hunting nonstop for a fugitive he probably has no hope of locating. It goes about as well as you can expect.
WARNINGS: None now.
Note: If you could put the date and location in the subject, that would be awesome!
[He's probably become a familiar sight around the Haven skies of late. A shadow ghosting across the stars, or lurking in the darker places behind buildings. Scans are running constantly. No part of the ground goes unseen. Guilt is driving him, mostly. He wants to make things right. Wants to make amends.]
[Make it up to the bot he thinks he's failed.]
[But there are some areas he won't visit. Some places etched in his mind as too terrible to return to. He won't be seen near Liege's temple. Nor Megatronus'. Everywhere else, he is a near-constant presence. Look up. You might see him!]
~
[Even so, he can't be everywhere. Every so often, he'll return to the police station. Make reports, they said. Check in, they said. And so, in between sweeps of the Haven, he'll stop at the station. Even if no one is inside, or present, he'll offer up his report via datapad, leaving it on a desk.]
[Nothing, it usually says. Nothing unusual reported.]
[And he treats every report of that nature, like a failure. His shoulders slump a little more, and he leaves the station looking more dejected, though his expression remains as closed and neutral as possible. If someone is present in the station, he'll stop to speak with them, of course. But otherwise, he's in and out in a matter of minutes.]
~
[Rarer still, he returns to Trion's temple. To the room he and Kay and now... now another... are sharing. It's usually late when he does drag himself back. He's always low on fuel, low on rest. He'll all but stumble through the temple, nodding to passersby, or whoever happens to be on his way.]
[He will return to the room for only as long as it takes for him to refuel. To make certain Kay is all right. To make certain nothing terrible has happened.]
[And then he's gone again. Weary, frustrated, and wracked with too much guilt. But pushing onward all the same.]
Uh, now-ish? =3
Deckard looks up at the sound of entry. He stands slowly as he recognizes who it is, stepping around his desk.
"Kagerou."
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But someone calls his name. And he freezes where he stands.
"Yes?"
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Deckard knew what it was Kagerou was doing. Or anyway, felt he did. And . . . he felt responsible, at least a little. Yes, it had crossed his mind that if the ninjabot would have just gone out as asked instead of waffling over Kay, what had happened to Ratchet might not have . . . but . . .
His voice is quiet –no blame, no admonishment (Deckard was positive that if Kagerou hadn't heard it enough from Shadowmaru already…he was most certainly going to –let someone whom he'll actually listen to try to admonish him).
"Kagerou . . . I'm worried about you. When I'd asked you to look for that medic, I hadn't meant at the cost of your own health."
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His voice is as it usually is. Restrained, soft, and a little hard-edged. Nothing to betray how it is he feels. He's tired enough to maintain the calm mask with little effort, simply because it's easier than anything else.
"Don't be so concerned. My stealth systems are needed."
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He can't help the concern. He doesn't want to see Kagerou make the same mistake he once did.
"Yes, no question that they are. I'm glad to have you participating in the search. But I'm not talking about injury. I'm talking about how hard you're pushing yourself. You'll wear down both your body and your Super AI if you keep this up. And I know the kinds of mistakes that can be made when that happens. I thought I was fine, but I nearly killed a human once because exhaustion and other things dulled my judgment. And I couldn't even see it until well after the fact. If nothing else, I'm concerned that if something were to happen to, say, Kay and your judgment or your reflexes were impaired by exhaustion so you couldn’t react the way you want to? If it were me, I know I'd never forgive myself.
"All I'm saying is . . . be mindful of yourself as well as others. If you don't give yourself the things you need, like enough rest and fuel, you might find that your body or mind fails to act correctly or fast enough when you really need to."
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He still keeps his words calm. As collected as he can, given the circumstances. His wings want to flick, or flare, but he refrains. He holds them still. Another lecture. That's what this feels like. Once more he's not doing something he should be doing.
His visible optic flicks away, studiously studying the wall. He doesn't have Shadowmaru's skill at deflecting -- or with people in general. So he remains silent. His expression a mask.
"I won't hurt her. She won't be harmed."
Especially if he found the criminal. What better way to keep her safe than that? He paused, debating the next words. What would Shadowmaru say?
"Your advice is..." What word. "It's understood."
Wait, no that's the wrong one.
"It will be remembered."
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"She won't be harmed." You can't know that, Kagerou.
Understanding and remembering aren't enough.
He sighs. He's said his piece. He's afraid any more will only be counterproductive. Kagerou's not going to listen to him as it is, no point pushing.
He just nods, then shifts back around his desk to settle in the chair, catching his computer before it could to sleep on him and possibly lose the progress he'd made on his own report. "Speaking of Kay, what did she say? About having someone else help look after her." He's not assuming Kagerou ever did talk to her, but he can hope.
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He'd like to go back to simple conversations without feeling the need to be defensive. That had been nice... he'd felt accepted...
Thinking it's time to return to work, he turns, taking a few silent steps before the question comes. He halts, his back turned. And despite himself, his wings flick.
"I'm speaking with her tonight," he says, truthfully. She'd been busy running around to see to others, as he had. He's proud of her, for that. One more thing he needs to tell her.
Whoa, hello BOLDTYPE where'd you come from? >,o Sorry about that...
Deckard watches as Kagerou pauses without turning, and he catches the flick of the wings.
He didn't overstep something, did he?
No . . . no, he can't worry about that. This is too important. And it's for both their sakes. All he wants is to make sure they're both safe. The ninja-bot does understand that, right?
"Thank you. I look forward to hearing how that goes.
...take care, Kagerou."
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And it's stuck.
"Right."
He glances back for a moment, waiting to see if anything else is coming.
"As you wish."
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Deckard shakes his head, a small grin on his face. "Not for my sake. You're part of the team. I just want to see the best for you, that's all."
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"I... appreciate the sentiment."
He manages to keep it from sounding like a question, but only barely.
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Deckard thinks he hears the question in that even if Kagerou doesn't quite voice it as one. There's also the ninja-bot's body language. He stands from his desk again, approaching –slowly, giving Kagerou more than enough time to register him doing so and react if he's going to –and lays a hand softly on his shoulder, trying to shift to catch the other's optics.
"You're wondering why?" He wasn't sure, but that seemed the most logical guess. Even if he couldn't see how or why the other would even wonder that.
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"Why what?"
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Deckard offers a small grin, meeting that one rich green optic. "You said that you appreciate the sentiment. It seemed you were wondering why, though. Will you tell me what you were thinking?" His grin widened a little as he tries to tease lightly, "I never did learn mind-reading, so…"
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"That I don't know how to handle this," he says, at length. "I'm not good with these conversations."
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That draws a mild frown, confused and a little concerned.
"'These conversations'? I'm afraid I don't follow."
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An awkward shrug. He looked down at his hands, as if they could answer the questions better than he could.
Erf, thought I'd replied to this...