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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.]
A lookout ridge after Shadowmaru arrives--We're gonna be shy on icons since I'm out of paid
It was a weight lifted from his shoulders, and a way for him to finally take time from obsessing over his duty...
But he found that he could not stop. No sooner had decisions been made, but both Gunmax and Shadowmaru had appeared and granted the situation more complication than he wanted it to have.
He was feeling better now, at least--now that he had taken his innoculation. Knowing that Kagerou had not yet been given the shot, he had taken it upon himself to track down the ninja...which was helped by knowing where the most recent 'tip' on Ratchet had directed the bot to. He signalled his coming with a brief burst of static--letting Kagerou know he was nearby without creating any communications traffic. Kagerou had much better ways of sending encryptions than he did, making it easier to let the other start up conversations if they were needed.
8D out of paid you say
All the more reason to keep working. To never stop until things were taken care of.
But the ping -- such as it is -- does manage to stop him. It takes him a moment to recognize it for what it is, before he flits off in the right direction. If McCrane needed him... he could take a few minutes, surely.
When he lands, he sends along the encrypted message, one reading simply:
:: I'm here. ::
OH YOU
It's strange, now. Only a few weeks ago, he had felt like he was starting to form a steady bond with Kagerou...and then.
And then.
He transforms, and stands up, managing to hide the confusion that he's been feeling. Shadowmaru is here, and Gunmax is here. Their team is slowly re-uniting. Everything is better, but everything is also different.
"I brought your shot, to keep you from getting the illness that was going around. Do you have a few moments?"
He understands Kagerou's need to keep busy. It's one of the few ways to keep from facing truths that are not easy to face.
no subject
He looks... haggard, when he turns to McCrane. There is a weariness on his face rarely there, his calm mask not managing to hide the exhaustion. All the same, there's a brief flicker of a smile, turned to McCrane.
A quiet greeting.
However, it fades at the mention of a "shot". He bristles, out of pure, childish dislike. He shakes his head.
"I'm fine. I... I have my firewalls."