so if you're out there in the cold, i'll cover you in moonlight

[knightlite]

A:
Well, this was unexpected.

The last thing Wing remembers is the fight outside New Crystal City, trying to keep an optic on Drift, the slaver, a sword-thrust--he'd felt it, hadn't he? He looks down at the front of his chassis, touching the barest hint of a scratch and still feeling the sick weight of inevitability pressing heavily on his tanks. But.

Not dead. And hale and whole, apparently, just... elsewhere.

He settles down by the crater and cycles his vents steadily, dimming his optics and trying to settle his mind, to let the awful certainty drain from him to make room for whatever this new future might bring.

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B:
Meditation, such as it was, didn't take him very long, and once he's sufficiently centered he gets up, brushes the dust from his greaves, and settles off in the direction of the first populated area he sees. He wanders around the broken, empty city, watching intently--it tugs at him, because this place is most definitely an old, destroyed Cybertron, almost a sad parody of what once had been his home. But there's signs of new growth here, too--habitation and rebuilding. The thought makes him smile a little as he pokes around, waiting to bump into one of the new inhabitants and hoping whoever it is can answer at least some of his questions.

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[wreckers]

"Alright, alright." Verity huffed, "Keep your head spikes on."

Neither in the mood to argue that the Circle of Light was totally a cult nor that she had exhausted whatever air of mystery she was going for, Verity decided to do the proper comic book thing and reveal her not-so secret identity. A quick flick of a switch at the nape of the helmet and another below the chin released a hiss of air from the hermetically sealed suit.

Dark brown hair in a messy ponytail spilled over the lip of the suit as she balanced the helmet on her hip. She smiled and took in a lungful of good ol' fresh air. Good thing the was right about the atmosphere supporting organic life.

"My name is Verity Carlo."

[knightlite]

"Ah," Wing says, his optics brightening a little as he watches her head emerge from the helmet, sounding enlightened before he smiles slightly.

"Its a pleasure to meet you, Verity Carlo."

[wreckers]

"Just Verity." She corrected, flatly. Tired of this whole alien say-the-humans-full-name schtick every time.

"So what do you turn into?"

Because she had little tact and the head frills were throwing her off between sports car and jet.

[knightlite]

"Verity, then," he says, his optics narrowing slightly before he cycles his vents in a sigh.

"I'm a flier. Any other questions, impolite or otherwise?"