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?]

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[still_learning]

[Oh! Hey! A familiar face! Who happens to be making holes in buildings that already have holes in them.]

[He'll let that one slide for now. Right now he needs his bearings, and Sideswipe is the one thing around here that he trusts. He hurries to catch up to him, damn little legs.]

Sideswipe!

[redshitlord]

Huh?

[At first, he looks around, and up. Because everyone he's met so far were either taller than he is, or the same size. It doesn't immediately occur to him to look down.]

[But when he does, his optics go a little wide.]

Whoa, hey! Aren't you one of Drift's little... guys? Kids? ... shoulder pads?

[still_learning]

[Yeah, he's used to that.]

I am my Master's pupil, yes. I know you... from Earth. You have been caught in this as well, I see.

[redshitlord]

Right, right. Are you just... here? By yourself?

[still_learning]

I am. I found someone else, who was very kind to me, but I did not recognize him. He is called Pipes. Do you know of him?

[redshitlord]

Uhh, nope. Not ringing any bells. Grimlock's here too though. And Jazz. Buuut that's about it from Team Us.

[still_learning]

[Huh. But no Slipstream. And potentially no Master Drift. Right.]

I see. He was walking around here, like you are, though I do not know why.

[Really, why would anyone want to be here? It's terrible here.]

[redshitlord]

Because we live here, sort of.

There's not exactly anywhere else to crash. I mean, the scrapyard didn't come with us or anything.

[still_learning]

You live in this area that was, at some time, attacked and destroyed? Is it like this everywhere?

[redshitlord]

Yeeeeees?

It's not like there's anywhere else to crash. It's this or nothing, pretty much.

[still_learning]

[oh well]

All of Cybertron?... I see.

[redshitlord]

All of it. I mean, I haven't driven everywhere, but that's what Optimus says.

Oh, and if you see a guy named Rodimus? Kick him in the knees. For me.

[still_learning]

That is discouraging. [Maybe he'd better start making note of where he saw pieces that might make a suitable little shelter if he can't find a place to live. Acid rain here can be a bitch.]

I have not met him yet. Has he done anything to wrong you?