IC Contact Post

[weapabilities]

Salutations! You've reached Drift of the Lost Light. I'm not in right now, but if you will kindly leave a message with your most positive energies in mind, I'll do my utmost to return your contact as soon as I am able.

Comments

[writtendestiny]

Wow-- that's.. wow. I'm..

[She pushes a hand into her hair, still staring in a kind of baffled disbelief as she trails after him, looking from the mech to the avatar.]

How do you do that..?

[weapabilities]

Oh, it's just like a puppet. I have other species settings, but it's to help us fit in on worlds that may be too small or unwelcoming to our kind.

Do you like it? I had Perceptor make special adjustments.

[writtendestiny]

It's... [Don't mind her if she just.. very gently.. pokes him in the arm.]

It's amazing. I've never seen anything like this before.

[weapabilities]

[ It's solid, and feels like a human being. ]

Yeah? Well it won't be the last time you see it. Come on.

[writtendestiny]

[So... amazing.

She shakes herself mentally and moves after him, making a small motion to indicate the way they needed to go.

When they finally reach what she found.. well, Poison has no idea what it used to be - some kind of vehicle or locomotive - but what she is sure of is that taking it apart and dragging bits of it is a thing she intends on doing. There's more than one machine-type thing in this place, but this is the most promising for reconstitution.]

... What do you think?

[weapabilities]

[ Drift stops in front of the wreck and stands akimbo. ]

Well. Sure is a lot of junk. I'm no engineer or doctor, but maybe Ratchet can use it.

[ Without further ado, he just dives right in and starts pulling things apart into more manageable pieces. ]

[writtendestiny]

[She just has to watch him for a minute, part fascination and part fondness. Before she'd contacted him she'd done a little sorting, mostly of smaller pieces, but with the help the rest of it can be made short work of.]

You know, I've been wondering... [Poison muses aloud as they shuffle through the metal.] Your alt modes. How do you get them?

[weapabilities]

Mmm? Oh, those of us who were forged were born with them. Some-cold constructs were made to be a certain way, but mostly we're just born with them. You can change them, but it's kind of a one way thing besides minor cosmetic differences. I've had a few frame changes, but my alt-mode and base build have remained the same. Kind of like changing your clothes.

[ He works quickly, sorting things by size and how cumbersome they are. ]

[writtendestiny]

[Sometimes she's told things and there are so many unusual or foreign terms that she just has to smile and nod.

Then ask someone else later.]

I see... [She picks up a small cog, examining it.] I'm going to drive Ratchet insane one day with all my questions about your people. [Eyeing him through the middle of the cog, she quirks a smile.]

And I keep finding more things to ask about.

[weapabilities]

Well, it's not difficult to drive him up the wall. I could probably tell you all the right buttons to press that make him want to start throwing things.

[ He's not joking. ]

I guess given our differences there's a lot to ask.

[writtendestiny]

Why would I want to do something like that? [But she's smirking a bit. Having that kind of knowledge sounds fun, but Poison is small and easily squished.]

But you're right, that's... why I liked Rewind so much, I think. [And hand is run through her hair, pushing it back.]

He liked to talk.

[weapabilities]

Uh. Because it's fun?

[ Why else? Its' practically a sport. ]

He aha. He certainly did. Loooove to talk.