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| Catch-Up Date; Drift and Percy go on a date. | |
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| Deleted User | 5 Jun 2016, 05:47 AM Post #1 |
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He had reunited with the person he cared most for in the shuttle bay, and they had wandered the corridors with arms linked. They decided to go to the only place a reunion date should be: at Swerve's. They sat down at a table and called for service. While they waited, it was time to catch up. Clearly, a lot of things have happened while Drift was gone. "So...it's been a while since I left. Care to update me on everything that's happened?" Drift leaned forward in anticipation, resting his chin on his hands. |
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| Perceptor | 5 Jun 2016, 06:31 AM Post #2 |
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Perceptor raised an eyebrow at Drift's question. "...A summation of the past events?", he mused, "Alright; great googly moogly, its all gone to shit, love. If it can go wrong, it has gone wrong. We've once again discovered Cybertron is useless aside from being a spawning ground, Prowl again confirmed for a terrible rewrite of a bad penny-dreadful novel antagonist, no one knows what's going on- EVER-" Drinks arrived, and Perceptor waited until they were once again alone; resulting in the ex-Wrecker reaching into subspace to produce nothing other than the Infamous Secret Flask of Illegal Happiness- homebrew on the go for tired scientists. He spiked his own drink and continued talking. "Optimus Prime is now no longer the hero of this disastrous comic-book story called life; and no one can tell me some hack who writes angsty fanwork literature isn't authoring our lives at this point because there is no POSSIBLE way to build up this level of bad karma with a civil war and political strife..." He shook his helm, "And now the ex-Warlord of the Decepticons is not only our co-captain of this spacetravel catastrophe... but he and I play chess once a week and I'm utterly convinced the wordy little shit cheats. Somehow. Not sure how yet, but I'll find it. Not a way in hell I'd lose to HIM of all mechs and yet...." Perceptor groaned, letting his helm hang, "Ten moves and I was inescapably in check." |
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| Deleted User | 22 Jun 2016, 09:56 AM Post #3 |
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Drift nodded at almost every point Perceptor listed. He sipped his drink while watching him sass every major player in the war--and then he spit his drink when Perceptor mentioned a certain ex-warlord. "Wait a minute...MEGATRON? HE is on the LOST LIGHT?" He ignored the annoyed look from Perceptor for being sprayed with half-drunk engex. "You play CHESS???" |
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| Perceptor | 22 Jun 2016, 10:13 AM Post #4 |
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Perceptor continued to glare mildly at Drift from where he sat, pulling one of ten thousand work rags out of his subspace to wipe away the few spatters of engex from his gleaming chestplate, "Yes, Optimus's orders it seems. He's a co-captain, and Rodimus is less than less-than-pleased about it, so do try not to mention it around him. Perceptor stashed the rag again, sipping his drink, "And I figured I might as well get used to the old bastard, since the old order probably doesn't apply anymore- Shooting a captain is frowned upon as per the terms of honorable engagement..." He paused, "...But then again, so it potshotting fliers when you're bored and drunk so I don't see why I should follow those anymore; but I digress. Yes, love, your old boss works for us now. He's surprisingly helpful but I STILL SAY he cheats at chess. I haven't been beaten since I was a newframe. Ten moves. Ten. Moves." The sniper huffed angrily, setting his glass upon the table. "And now here we are, after your second little gallivant through space.", said Perceptor with a shrug, his reticule flickering as the lens cluster behind it whirred ominously as though targeting for a moment, "What have you been up to?" He knew it was just a bit petty, but he had something of the right to be a little bit peeved. |
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| Deleted User | 23 Jun 2016, 06:54 PM Post #5 |
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Drift lapped dribbles of engex away from his lip plates as he listened to Perceptor, baffled that his old boss was now helping run the Lost Light. His eye ridges knotted together, and he seemed to lose focus, as if remembering distant bittersweet memories of when he was younger, and more foolish. "Oh..." He shook his helm softly, blinking and clearing his vocalizer to regain focus. "I. Well. I had a mission, of sorts. Being on the Lost Light before only helped me run from my past...I sought council from some old friends." He sipped his engex again and cast shifty glances around the bar, realizing just how packed the place was. No one else in here to worry about...good. He spoke once more in a softer tone. "I can't say for sure it was the best decision I've ever made. At least I know now who I am...and where my loyalty lies." He looked into Perceptor's optics, an unspoken gesture. My loyalty lies with you. |
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| Perceptor | 23 Jun 2016, 07:15 PM Post #6 |
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"...You do?", asked Perceptor quietly, his nerves visible in he slight tremble of the hand on his own glass. He tilted his helm, asking with his posture, begging even. Wishing to hear Drift say it, say that he would stay- just once more. Just once more. He'd lost Drift twice now; two times he had awoken to a cold berth, to an empty room and the knowledge that the little point of light in an otherwise grey existence was gone. He knew he wouldn't manage a third time. Couldn't. He broke their optic's contact, looking instead at Drift's chestplate, at the table... at Drift's hands. Hands he remembered lacing servos with his own. Hands that layed gently on tired shoulders followed by Drift's voice in a murmur asking him to get some rest, to take a break. He looked back up to Drift's face, and he wasn't the cold sniper. He wasn't an aloof Kimian scientist, he wasn't any of that. Perceptor... looked scared. |
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| Deleted User | 6 Aug 2016, 02:11 AM Post #7 |
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Drift smiled, a sweet smile like flowers blooming in the tail end of a long winter as his hands wandered from the glass he was holding to Perceptor's hands. He dared not say he wasn't leaving ever again...he knew he couldn't make that promise. But his spark was only meant for one mech, and that was the one trembling in the seat across from him. The moment broke when he squeezed Perceptor's hands and got up from his seat. "Come on, we need more drinks." |
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| Perceptor | 9 Aug 2016, 10:31 AM Post #8 |
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Perceptor watched Drift get up from his seat, and tilted his helm slightly. His good optic flickered like a blink, and he opened a private commline. ::If you leave again, I'm going with you.:: was all that was sent to Drift. Perceptor stood as well, reaching to keep hold of at least one of Drift's hands- an anchor, a reminder that this was real and not another fever dream in a quiet hab-suite. "I suppose we do.", he said softly. Edited by Perceptor, 9 Aug 2016, 10:31 AM.
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