Is this what humans call magic?

[still_learning]

Who: Jetstorm, OPEN
Where: In da city
When: NAOW-ish?
What: Meet n greet
Warnings: Cute. So much cute. And possibly lots of confusion. For Jetstorm.

[There's not much more disorienting than following your sensei back to the ship and suddenly, those aren't trees you're passing by, but tall structures - buildings, to be sure. They look almost Cybertronian in nature, but he can't remember Cybertron looking this worse for the wear the last time he saw it. No way it was. They'd been in the process of rebuilding it, years into the process of rebuilding it. Highways had been clean, buildings stood tall and pristine, and that group of craters and mess was not in the middle of the road, no they were not.]

[He's not going crazy. He's sure of it. But those were not there a moment ago. For that matter, things that had been there are now gone. The trees, the bushes, the dirt under his feet, Master Drift, Slipstream...]

[Wait, that's accurate, right? His teacher and partner? Jetstorm looks all around him in a growing panic.]

Master Drift? Slipstream?!

[Yeah, nope, they're definitely not around. And if this is some kind of training, it's the most realistic simulation he's seen to date. When did their exercises get so sophisticated?]

Comments

[planate]

Jetstorm, the war lasted for four million years. I've had to kill Decepticons to protect the base I was stationed at and I'm not proud of it but... it happened.

[everything about the war is awful, enough that pipes wouldn't dare be a hypocrite about both sides murdering the shit out of each other.]

Alright. Maybe in a few days? You might want to get settled first.

[still_learning]

[Oh, the look on his face. THE LOOK.]

You would not have had to kill them if they had not come after you. You said so yourself. You were doing this to protect. Master Drift has had to do this, but I cannot say it makes him a murderer.

[Yeah, he needs to tend his room, but Pipes first.]

[planate]

[BABY NO]

...Yeah. [he sounds unsure about that, but shakes it off.] I guess it's easy to regret it now the war's over and we're all supposed to be friends again.

I'm not about to be the one starting fights, though, so no need to worry.

[still_learning]

[YEP]

I am not concerned you will. [He looks down and shakes his head.] I do not think you could be a murderer, even if you do regret terminating an enemy. You have a good spark.

[planate]

That's awfully nice of you.

[he still sounds a little unsure, but not as much as before.]

[still_learning]

[Aw, don't be. He hasn't known you long, but he's pretty sure he's right.]

I should be nothing less than kind. It is not undeserved, I believe.

[planate]

[his visor brightens.]

We need more mechs like you around here, Jetstorm. Then we might have more of a chance.

[still_learning]

[Oh, such shy duck of his head there, yep.]

Maybe we will find them. Or maybe we already have them. I wish I knew.

[Because a dusty room in the middle of a busted up planet is not appealing, even if the energon hasn't run out yet.]

[planate]

Me too, buddy. Me too.

[he claps his hands.]

Alright. If that's everything I can give you some space.

[still_learning]

[Another little nod, and he'll look back at his mess again.] I suppose I should leave you alone now. Thank you very much for all of your time and assistance, Pipes.

[And another bow. such respect, much appreciate.]

[planate]

No problem. Be safe, alright?

[gunfingers

and he'll gonna leave now byeeeeeeeee]

[still_learning]

[He nods and considers making that gesture right back at him, since it seems like something Pipes likes, but he doesn't know what it means. So he'll just look over at the mess and dive right in.]

[Not literally.]