[open] starve the ego, feed the soul

[auramatic]

Who| Drift and YOU!
What| Meet the new 20 foot tall shape-changing robot in town. He's pretty friendly.
Where| All around Legion World, Drift's biome, the training gym
Warnings/Notes| n/a

This is all...a lot. The last thing Drift remembers before waking up here was being in his shuttle, far, far away from the ship he'd been exiled from. Voluntarily exiled, because no one else could have taken the fall -- it had to be him. For everyone else's sake. And so he'd been alone, stripped of his Autobrand and adrift in the stars, looking for...something.

And now he's here, and he's wondering if this was what he was looking for. He took the oath almost immediately, because being asked to help save not just a world, but every world? Primus must have sent him here for a reason -- this reason -- why else would he be here? This must be some sort of chance at redemption, right? He doesn't really know if he deserves it, but hey, he's not going to argue against the will of a creator god. He just...has to have faith.

a. wandering around
Drift hasn't been around this many organics in...a while, not since he was last on Earth. It's kind of wild to think he's jumped a thousand years into the future. Humans seem to be doing pretty alright these days. He had forgotten how weird it was to be this much bigger than most people around him, though. At least he's got his swords. All three of them. It is a comfort.

He's milling around Legion World once he's settled in enough, getting his bearings. It's massive here, and there's a lot to see -- and where the space is wide enough, he'll be driving instead of walking. He hasn't had a chance to stretch his t-cog and drive around in his alt mode for a while, but despite the flashy sports car appearance, he is moving at a reasonably polite speed.

b. biome
Drift's biome is a little slice of Cybertron. It might not look very hospitable to organics -- it's cyberformed rather than terraformed, ideal for a race of sentient alien robots, but while the vast plains and jagged hills might look barren and cold to humans, it's basically the heart of nature for Drift. His biome is mostly untamed, open wilderness, though there's a building he's made a home for himself, complete with a designated meditation space in the style of Spectralism (read: very New Age-y). He's happy to greet anyone coming by, but if he's keeping to himself, it's almost definitely because he's meditating. Or trying, anyway.

c. training gym
It has not occurred to Drift that it might not be very polite to practice with swords in the gym considering how much space a 20 foot tall robot takes up, but he has at least placed him as far in a corner away from other fellow gym-goers so as not to get in their way. He could be doing sword kata back in his biome, sure, but he's spent...a lot of time alone in the last few months. Being around other people, even total strangers, is preferable background noise to the deafening silence of solitude.

He is pretty absorbed in his robot kata, though, going through the motions with a sword in each hand, though he'll stop to chat if anyone catches his attention. He has a third sword strapped to his back, apparently not currently in use, and if you are wondering if this guy really needs to be carrying three swords at all times: yes. Yes, he does.

d. wildcard!
[ feel free to hit me up at runawayballista to plot things! ]

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[truefaceofthelaw]

Rico promptly bursts into laughter, leaning over with his shoulders shaking like he's just been told the most hilarious joke in his life. And just when Drift thinks he might be done, he even goes so far as to slap his knee, sending him into fresh peals of laughter.

But eventually Rico straightens up and clears his throat with a grin, seeming to give the impression of winking knowingly despite the upper half of his face being completely obscured under his helm visor.

"Right. And I'm President Booth." He swipes the back of his hand over his smile, murmuring person again under his breath. "That's a good one. Didn't know they programmed you with a sense of humor."

[auramatic]

The frown deepens. This is going well beyond innocent ignorance -- this human is doing this entirely at Drift's expense, and that's taking it just a bit too far. Drift tries to temper his aura and send out some peace-making vibes, but he's getting just a bit frustrated.

"No one programmed me," he says, more pointedly this time, "or created me, for that matter. I'm a robotic life form -- not all that different from you organics, you know. I think and feel and believe just like you do."

[truefaceofthelaw]

"Hey, there's hardly any need to get so defensive," Rico chuckles, gesturing between the two of them. "I get it - I really do. We're all created here. Don't worry about judgement on that front, if that's what you're concerned about."

Rico was engineered by human hands in the same way he presumes Drift to have been, after all. Zenyatta's best efforts has made him see a slightly new perspective in regards to robots, but more of a misguided shift along the wrong tracks. In his timeline, Mega-City One is still two decades away from the first Robot Wars, and even further from awarding rights to them. Construction droids, robo-butlers and war droids are just about the sum of his entire experience.

[auramatic]

"Uh," Drift says, somehow now more lost than before, because this seems like an unusual attitude for a human, "right."

He stares down at the citations he'd plucked from his windows and then looks back at Rico. "So...who do I see about these, then?"