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Post by Kup on Sept 28, 2011 21:18:51 GMT -5
Kup considers for a moment, then shakes his head. "Naw." Then he hesitates, and nods. "Actually, yeah. 'Cos it's something different, an experience you can't get no where else. But just the once. And not too long. That invisible sun starts messing with the head after awhile." He nods firmly, the matter settled in his mind, and falls silent again.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 4, 2011 19:45:41 GMT -5
"Messing with the head," Swerve echoes in a pensive tone. Briefly, he looks at the sand between his feet. He turns his gaze skyward again, but the shadow of a smile on his face is gone, replaced by the worry he thought he'd driven out over the hundreds of miles of highway he put behind him. "That's… kinda how it feels, yeah."
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Post by Kup on Oct 5, 2011 21:26:02 GMT -5
Kup studies Swerve skeptically. "I... kinda doubt that, kid," he finally answers. "I'm thinking we're probably talking about too pretty damned different sorts of head-messin', but I can understand the confusion." Kup was being pretty vague, after all.
He adjusts the way he's got his arms supporting how he sits, and looks back up at the sky. "But what are you talkin' 'bout, anyway? What's got you so bothered?"
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Post by Swerve on Oct 7, 2011 17:16:48 GMT -5
Were Swerve a less fastidiously honest bot, he'd just say never mind, it's nothing and let the subject drop. But even that bit of self-preserving tact is too much for him.
"I'm not sure how I'm s'posed to say this," he mumbles. "I'm – I'm not…." He traces the sun-bright edge of a high, wispy cloud while he looks for the words he wants. He should be better at this talking thing, as much of it as he's been doing lately. "Good. At this." He gestures to himself with both hands and an exhausted expression. "It's like – all these things I never think about…." He stops and shakes his head slowly, amending, "That I haven't thought about for a good six million years or so?" A drop in the bucket for Kup, but the bulk of Swerve's lifetime. "All of a sudden, I can't stop thinking of 'em. It keeps bugging me. Like a subroutine I can't blasted scrub no matter how many cycles I run." And he has gone through several scans just to be certain.
It's easier for him to think it's a bug or a glitch than that he might be going soft. And part of him insists it's wrong to think that way, which only makes the whole mess that much more confusing. And that's why he came out here in the first place, to drive and think and try to sort out his head on his own. He sighs deeply, not sure he's managed very much.
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Post by Kup on Oct 8, 2011 21:53:50 GMT -5
Kup snorts faintly. "It's called re-learnin' how to give a damn about other people, Swerve," he says fondly, attempting to pat Swerve's shoulder - the racer may move out of the way before he gets the chance, though. He grins. "You might not think you're any good at it, but that it's comin' back on its own says to me that you're a natural - you're just out of practice now."
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Post by Swerve on Oct 8, 2011 22:39:24 GMT -5
Though he doesn't try to duck away from that hand on his shoulder, Swerve glares at Kup. Tries to. It's more sullen and doubtful than the angry glower he intended. It's a worried look.
"It feels wrong," he confesses in a rush. "But then I think that's wrong, and– and then I don't fragging know what to think." He puts his head in his hands, the skies forgotten.
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Post by Kup on Oct 9, 2011 20:40:57 GMT -5
Kup considers for a moment. By now, the sun has cleared the horizon, though it's still close enough to light the wispy clouds.
Finally, he says, "I don't know. Sounds to me like maybe you're thinking a bit too much, anyway."
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Post by Swerve on Oct 9, 2011 22:29:46 GMT -5
Kup, annoyingly, has a point. Swerve rarely gives things this much thought. But he rarely considers things with this much gravity. He doesn't often feel like he's losing himself, either. The last time he felt this uncertain about his place and self, he'd still been trying to fit into the underground. Back then, there was no time to think.
"…Maybe," he grumbles sourly. He rubs the back of his neck, uncomfortable. "Primus knows I don't need this headache, but it's a lot to think about, blast it."
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Post by Kup on Oct 12, 2011 18:36:20 GMT -5
Didn't Kup just tell Swerve he was doing too much of that?
The veteran nods, then starts to stand up. "Sounds like you need to finish that drive, then." He touches his finger to his helm. "I'll make sure not to interrupt again, 'less you really are needed." He doesn't leave, not yet. Instead, he watches to make sure Swerve doesn't want him to stick around.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 12, 2011 22:01:43 GMT -5
Kup hangs around just long enough for Swerve to mull it over one last time.
"…I think," he says slowly, "I've done enough driving for a while." He gathers himself to stand and, not even thinking about it, sticks out one hand for a little help getting to his feet.
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Post by Kup on Oct 13, 2011 21:47:51 GMT -5
Kup grabs that hand, helping Swerve up. He grins, but doesn't say anything. Swerve just spoke about how 'wrong' the whole thing feels... and yet, how natural that action was speaks volumes. There's a lot of trust involved in something as simple as putting your arm out, expecting you'll be helped back to your feet.
"Well, then, might as well head back." Kup transforms. "How'd you get down here, anyway? Spacebridge?"
Swerve may not much care for shuttles, but he suspects that it won't take too many spacebridge trips to get him to prefer them.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 14, 2011 13:32:33 GMT -5
It isn't until Kup has transformed that Swerve, trying not to think and work up his processors even more, fully realises what happened. He stands there for a few seconds, just staring – first and longest at his hand, then at the old truck. Then he frowns and shakes himself as if to throw off the odd feeling crawling up his main dorsal strut.
"That blasted thing makes my plating crawl," he grumbles, seizing on a more comfortable line of thought as he follows Kup's lead, tires thudding to the pavement. His engine keeps to a low rumble as he rolls along at a downright sedate pace. He did say he'd had enough driving. "About the only thing good about it is the speed. Is it supposed to scramble your circuits like that?" The disorientation after he arrived nearly had him driving in circles for hours.
OOC: Headed for a wrap/fade?
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Post by Kup on Oct 14, 2011 20:31:50 GMT -5
"I'm thinkin' that's more a bug then a feature," Kup allows. "Ain't how the spacebridges where I'm from worked, but it ain't the first time I've used some kinda transport that made you feel like it was re-routin' your fuel lines, neither."
"Anyway," Kup adds as he putters along, "I got one of the shuttles with me, if you don't want to take the fast route back up."
OOC: Sounds good.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 16, 2011 20:54:33 GMT -5
Swerve glares at Kup as much as a car can glare at a truck when the suggestion of a shuttle is made.
"We gonna detour to another swamp?" he asks, grumping largely just to needle the oldtimer. He has no particularly fond memories of their last shuttle trip, no matter that they came out of it well enough. Though given a choice between the shuttle or the space bridge, the shuttle sounds better and better. At least if the shuttle crashes, he can still figure out which direction is down.
OOC: Fade on generic grumbling match, then?
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