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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.]

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Tch, you know me so well.

Y'know, I'm still trying to get used to that, to be honest.

[He tilts his head, staring at him for a long moment.]

Should I... stop? Somehow?

What? No, it's not a problem or anything. It's just a little weird, is all. Honestly though, it's probably the least weird thing about this place.

... You were a friend. We'd been through a lot. I... it's hard not to fall back into the habit.

[As much as they'd argued and as much as he'd wanted to punch the biker, friendship was friendship.]

Well, that's a habit I'm not going to nag you about. Knock yourself out.

[gunmax arguing and people wanting to punch him yeaaah sounds about right.]

I feel like I have some catching up to do. You're going to have to hit me with some stories.

"Knock myself out". I know that one.

[He nods a little, like he's trying to encourage himself.]

I already told you the buttfuck one.

That means I don't have to explain it, right?

[Oh god the buttfuck one. YEAH GUNMAX REMEMBERS THAT]

Hah! You sure did! There's got to be something more than that, though. I mean, it's me, I probably got you into all kinds of trouble, right?

Right.

[He huffs, shaking his head a little.]

When you say trouble... you don't mean the literal kind, do you?

[A SHRUG.]

Figurative or literal, either way.

[He's silent a moment or two. And when he answers, it's also very quietly.]

It was usually the literal kind.

Oooooh.

[He kind of half winces, but really he isn't all that surprised]

Well, now I'm curious.

[More silence. He frowns. A real one, this time.]

I'm not sure this is something to talk about when we're somewhere public.

[Or sober.]

[Well now Gunmax just looks a little baffled]

Oh my God, was it really that bad?

[He's a little concerned. Just a little though. He knows he can be an asshole but dude.]

The fireworks weren't.

[He shrugs, wings flicking.]

But things... things have never been very good here.

Well unless I managed to blow someone up with fireworks, I don't see how they would be.

[your goofy flicky wings are distracting]

So I've heard, but you still said that I got you into literal trouble and I still wanna hear about it. If you wanna go somewhere else and talk about it, I won't complain.

No, no one blew up.

[Though he does smirk a little, at that.]

... You do deserve the full story. If you're ever willing to hear it all.

[hey a smirk's better than a frown]

Sure. Whenever works for you.

After all of this then.

... Five days. Since you had plans, after four.

Ahh, gonna make me wait, huh? The suspense is gonna kill me.

[SARCASM, he's grinning about it]

Somehow, I think you'll survive.

Nice to know you have so much faith in me.

You came back. I don't think I couldn't.

[It comes out more soberly than he means it to.]

[well it gets Gunmax's attention. MAN he still isn't used to the whole "coming back" thing when he doesn't remember being here before.]

Huh. I guess I don't really know what to say to that.

You don't have to say anything at all, if that's easier.

It kind of is.

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