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Entry tags:
- !event log,
- annabeth chase (pjo/hoo),
- damian wayne (dc comics),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- drift (transformers idw),
- gamora (marvel 616),
- jason todd (dc comics),
- leonard mccoy (star trek),
- loki (marvel 616),
- megatron (transformers idw),
- namorita prentiss (marvel 616),
- nico di angelo (pjo/hoo),
- peter quill (marvel 616),
- robbie baldwin (marvel 616),
- rodimus (transformers idw),
- setsuna meioh (sailor moon),
- starscream (transformers dreamwave),
- wing (transformers idw)
EVENT ONE: JUNE 21ST-28TH
When: June 21-28
Who: Everyone.
Where: All over Knowhere, ending in the Continuum Cortex and Observation Deck.
Event details are here, IC announcement is here.
Prose & Action brackets are both acceptable ways of posting to these comments, please be mindful of what threads you are posting under!
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Drift desperately wants to ask questions--what the Circle was like back then, how Wing became a knight--but if Wing is not that forthcoming with his past for whatever reason, Drift can respect that. It took him a while to come out with his, after all. He can't entirely hide the little bit of letdown though. "Maybe...I just like hearing you talk?"
Uh, well, he hadn't intended to say that out loud, precisely. But it's out there now and sounds incredibly sappy and hopefully he hasn't embarrassed himself.
"And watching you fight too." That's all the signal needed and Drift's leaping out after Wing, springing with a roll to reach the creature's other side. Hopefully Wing draws enough of the thing's attention that he doesn't get tagged on the way, but even if he does, he can't be hurt that badly by these things...right?
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"Well, I can certainly accommodate that." He likes talking. And Drift. It's a natural thing!
He doesn't say so, but he agrees. He saw far too little of Drift fighting on Theophany, just enough to whet his appetite. His blades sweep low, aiming to take out the creature's legs. Maybe they don't need to kill it....
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And he can listen now, so it's a match! And a good one, Drift hopes. But just having the chance is nice. To fight alongside Wing again, and for what he hopes is a good purpose.
And maybe he should be intent on not killing their opponent like Wing is, but it's not the first thing that comes to mind. If anything, ending this swiftly and decisively is, Drift has a conversation to look forward to later and he won't see Wing harmed! He's not sure what that thing has in its hand, but judging by the muzzle it must be a firearm of some kind. Well, they can't have that. His blades whirl, one aiming for the barrel of the strange weapon and the other for the wrist. Either way, disarming time?
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Wing shouldn't be distracted with watching Drift's movements: he's got a natural talent, Wing figures, an instinct and explosive control. It's just so...like him.
The monster isn't quite as appreciative, howling, weapon bursting just as Drift slices off the barrel, bursting a hot ball of plasma that blows up in the creature's face.
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And hopefully his instinct and explosive control makes up for his lack of true schooling in sword forms. But you can bet he's keeping a secondary optic on Wing, not just for the jet's safety but to hopefully pick up some of that sublime grace Wing has. Someday, maybe, he'll learn the secret. Or maybe Wing will just stay the enigmatic wonder he is in combat, that would not be so bad Drift thinks. As long as he gets to watch.
And he can't help but grin as the weapon blows up in the creature's face, spinning away to avoid the splash damage. Hopefully that leaves a nice, wide opening for Wing to take advantage of.
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Wing is a little startled by the explosion--a long time since he'd seen a firearm. The monster roars, aiming--roughly--the wreck of his gun at Drift. But he's not one to leave an opening unexploited, so he dives in again, his blades striking at the thing's heart. No one hurts Drift, monster. Not while Wing's around.
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Drift ducks just in case the thing tries firing the faulty weapon, kicking out with a foot. It's supplemental though, as Wing's blades slice through the creature's chest with a sizzle. Twice felled the thing goes down with a loud shriek. It's hard not to steal a glance at the jet, the grace of his follow through, even though Drift should be making sure their opponent doesn't get up again.
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They both wait, and after a long moment, the thing bubbles, suddenly subsiding into a sort of glop on the ground, as if it melted. Wing grins, tsking. "And we were just getting warmed up!"
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That's what you meant by praise, right Wing?
Drift makes face at the bubbly mass, glad that's not him (and maybe remembering a moment when he wondered if it might be). Wing's grin banishes that in a sparkpulse though. "I'm sure there's more where that came from..." The jerk of helm sweeps his finials in the direction of the unexplored hall, his matching grin flush with their success.
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Wing makes his own face at the bubbling mass, because, well, gross. Still it's a sign the things can be defeated. He nods at Drift, feeling an entirely un-warlike warmth bubble in his spark. Comrades, fighting together. Just like Theophany. "Well, let's not keep them waiting...."
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Yeah, there's a ripple in Drift's spark that has nothing to do with battlefield cyberdreneline. It shows in the flicker of his optics and he nods to Wing, turning to head down the corridor again. "They won't know what hit 'em."
wrap soon?
And MAN I am so hungry right now does it show?"You look...happy," he says, his own grin broadening.
This is what he'd wanted for Drift--fighting, if they must fight, together, side by side, united by purpose.
"Let's not keep them in suspense, then." And he moves, feet fast and silent on the decking, blades at the ready, heading for the next.
sounds like a plan!
Can he taste yours then?Many flavors but some cuter than others, Wing is just proof of that. But if they have to fit themselves side-by-side so see how their flavors compliment each other then, um, when can this happen? Soon maybe?(no stop these tags are making me hungry too)"I have reasons to be," he says, gaze unwavering from Wing's bright face. "More than I've had in a long time." They are united with purpose, and Drift hopes, friendship too? There's a lot between them still, but time will tell how swiftly they put that behind them.
Though as the things here are going, that could be pretty fast. "Wouldn't think of it," Drift says with a grin, moving alongside Wing, the jet cutting an impressive silhouette in his peripheral as they move down the hall to meet the next danger together.