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legionworld2017-11-09 01:01 am
auramatic) wrote in legionworld2017-11-09 01:01 am
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[open] starve the ego, feed the soul
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!
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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!
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Well, maybe giant robots don't have children. He doesn't know, and now is definitely not the time to ask.
"Five or six years, and they'll be young for a while yet. Don't worry about it, okay? We just need to keep them busy, and they're not hard to amuse." He gestures to the kids, where the girl who'd tried correcting everyone else's form had now started arranging everyone in a circle, so they could do jumping jacks and look at each other at the same time. This endeavor is looking to be a little more successful than her last one.
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"Aw, they are pretty lively little things, aren't they?" The brooding expression from earlier is gone, replaced with a bright half-smile as Drift watches them from a crouch. They're pretty endearing, for organics -- not old enough to be touched by the harsher realities of the world, apparently, which come at you a lot faster when it takes you only days to reach maturity. There seems to be something inherently sacred in that.
A few of the children have wandered away from the jumping jack circle toward Drift, demanding excitedly that the robot do 'something cool'. Drift glances a little uncertainly at Wash.
"I know swords are out, but what about a car?"
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"They really are. You get used to them after a bit." Wash can't help but smile a little as he loks at the kids. He likes kids, for the most part - they tend to be fairly uncomplicated, and given that his life is nothing but complicated, that's a nice change.
He gives the question a moment's thought before nodding. "Sure. Just...go slow." He then turns his attention to herding the kids away from Drift, just a few feet - he's not sure how much room Drift is going to need, and it's better to just avoid the issue altogether.
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The kids go fucking wild.
Apparently a robot turning into a car is a major attraction to a group of six-year-olds, and they all clamor around Drift, shouting excitedly and putting their tiny little hands all over his plating. One or two of them seems to be climbing up onto his hood but hey, no swords, right? And definitely no danger. This is a weirdly child-safe activity.
"Is this the kind of distraction you were looking for?"
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But damn if the kids don't absolutely love a giant sword-robot turning into a normal not-at-all-swordlike car.
He nods at the question and backs up moderately slowly, but none of the kids even bother to turn around or wonder where he is - they're too engrossed in the car-robot.
So Wash slips away, heading to where he'd left his stuff when he'd started using the gym. His bag is there with his omnicomm in it. He unzips it and pulls the omnicomm out, turning it on to see a security alert pop up first thing. It's a calm message with a nonetheless frantic undertone: there's about a half dozen children somewhere on Legion World. They're missing from a school trip, and has anyone seen them around? Their teacher is getting pretty worried...
Wash can't help but smile as he pulls the message up and readies a reply. They're in the gym on the training deck, and can someone come pick them up soon?
That accomplished, he heads back to check in on Drift. He hasn't been gone for too long - Drift should still be doing okay with the kids, right?
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"Hey, uh...uh..." Scrap, what was this guy's name? "Freelancer? A little help?"