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[video - to reignite]

[The feed opens to Irene sitting in her office - there's a bit of sun coming in the window behind her and spreading across the desk, making the whole room seem warm and cheery.]

Hello! For those of you that I didn't meet on the first day, my name is Irene, and I'm the city's liaison to the arrivals from other worlds. It's a pleasure to meet you!

First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for their hard work. It hasn't even been a month, and the city's energy levels are already picking up. Because of that, we expect to be able to re-energize and open the Third District to visitors soon.

But before we can do that, there's a few things that need to be done. I'm posting today to ask for volunteers to help power a number of generators throughout the district, which will then activate and negate the draining effect that is presently still active. There's three large generators and a number of smaller ones. If you are in good health and would like to participate, please gather at the bridges between Districts 2 and 3 early Sunday afternoon.

I'll also answer any questions you have about the operation at this time. Thank you again for all your help.

[She folds her hands at the bottom of the screen, waiting.]

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[No fair reverse psychologizing his reverse psychology. Thought you knights had honor and all that scrap.]

[He'll counter with....uh...grumpiness.]

Why the frag would you even want to? Thought you liked this place.

[All huggy and all.]

[Wait, what?]

Yeah. NOT going to happen.

[Though his optics do flick down there. Because she did, okay? that's all.]

[What's so dishonorable about reverse psychology!?]

Because I won't live in fear.

[That's said quietly too, but with a firm conviction. He'd rather explore and get answers than hide and be ruled by suspicion or acquiescence. Yes that means he can hug and snoop at the same time. GASP.]

[SOB. Deadlock Y U SO COLD?]

Too bad..._{could be fun.}

[Oops did he pose a little? Maybe.]

Not if you're slaggin' dead.

[Seriously, jet. And it's totally not because he cares. Not at all. Just, you know, in case you wondered.]

[Snort.] Yeah I'll bet.

[Why's he got to bottom, huh? And his scowl deepens at that cocked-hip pose. Show off.]

[Deadlock, you either care or are desperate to prove yourself right.Wing doesn't know which.]

Then, I suppose I will be. I'd rather die in the process of Living than sit and do nothing.

[Oh DENIED. Maybe your don't care, STOP CONFUSING HIM.]

[MUMBLE.] _{Or not.} [But then he recovers himself. ] I'm sorry. That was...uncalled for.

[MANNERS, where did Wing's go? Deadlock you do this to him.]

[Or both. Deadlock can multitask like that.]

Who said anything about doing nothing?

[Huff, huff huff.]

[There's a long, strange look, before Deadlock shrugs. ]

Don't need an apology.

[And nooooo why did you move from that pose: Deadlock wasn't done looking.]

[He is talented, without a doubt. Wing is quite uncertain now.]

You have an alternative plan then? Something that isn't going along with their requests but isn't doing nothing?

[He'd like to hear it for certain.]

[Wing's glad this is video because he starts getting anxious under that strange stare. Has he finally said The Wrong Thing? The one that will get him fully rebuffed? His wings twitch once when the tension becomes too much and then thankfully Deadlock finally speaks. Wing's reply is soft.]

Well, it's yours now, so...

[Please take it and WOO let's talk about something other than Wing's bungled flirting attempts?]

Course I do.

[In a klik when he thinks of it.]

Don't see why sparring doesn't count.

[You certainly had no problem getting all handsy with him then. ]

Hnh. Don't need it. Not like fraggin' words hurt or anything.

[Also he has no idea what he's supposed to do.]

I imagine it'd count. Do you want to continue sparring?

[Yes Deadlock he assumes you mean with him. Give him a break okay? He's extremely hopeful.]

But that doesn't help us find answers, which is still why I want to go into District 3.

_{It does help with the boredom issue though.}

[He still wants to get handsy with you Deadlock, just getting grabby in the other direction.]

[He smiles.] I admire your tenacity. [It's CUTE okay?]

[Argh. Moral conundrum. Sparring with Wing or....hugging.]

[At least one was manly.]

....fine! [Sort of blurted out as though very much against his will.]

[Deadlock can, however, relate to boredom. ] Yeah, well, you're not used to going strange places.

[It's dangerous out there: take Deadlock.]

[Solution: Do both! Clearly.]

[There's a manly version of hugging Deadlock, by the way. >:|]

....or I could give you true training? It doesn't have to be a contest anymore. What would you like? [Aside from not being thrown around anymore.]

Ah--[Wow he can't really refute that.]--well. I guess you're right. You'll just have to go with me then?

[Oh Wing loves it when things come full circle.]

[Deadlock refuses to believe in manly hugging. It's like sparkeaters. Myths!!]

Hnh. So you admit that wasn't training. [Just for the fun of flinging him around, apparently? He figured as much.]

....[Wait. How did he just volunteer for this? Some Crystal City trick, obviously. Crafty jet. He'll just glare as an answer.]

[HEY sparkeaters exist!]

Not in a formal sense no. But I was trying to improve your skills, we could just do without the part where you're constantly trying to take me down.

[Though Wing has a feeling that would probably still be a goal, just a personal one now.]

[He grins back at that glare.] Thank you. I think it'll be more fun with you there anyway. [Scowl and all.]

[Sure, Wing. Sparkeaters and unicorns and cities powered by LOVE. Keep dreaming.]

Notice how you didn't say we could skip the part where you throw me into the wall.

[You can't slip that past him.]

[Urgh how did this happen.]

Fun. Right.

[He will!]

Hopefully it won't be necessary. But I'll go easier on you, if you prefer?

[Shhhhhh, secretly you want to, don't fight it.]

[A smirk and a little half wink.] Are you saying you're not fun?

No.

[Go easier on him makes it sound like he's too weak to handle it. ]

Yes.

[There you go, Wing: you've reduced him to monosyllables and even now he's pretty sure he's said something stupid.]

I'm sure you'll improve quickly, you have a natural gift, I can see it.

[Not weak, just misdirected.]

I suppose it would seem that way, being so dedicated to war. [A patient smile.] But I think there's more to you than that.

Surprised you can see anything through your rose-colored optics.

[Because he has no idea how to handle compliments.]

Why you even care, anyway?

I see you~ It's not a bad view.

[Deadlock just needs more practice obviously.]

Because... [I like you. Wooo~ have an awkward pause.] Because I think you deserve better. Because I think you're capable of better. And--[Oh hell with it] --because I like you.

[Wow, well, congratulations, Wing, you've managed to nearly lock up Deadlock's processor.]

If you say so.

[That's the best he can come up with? Yeah.]

[.....what?]

....what? [Yeah he can't be hearing that right.]

[As long as it locks up in something other than scowl-mode.]

I do.

[He's looking at you right now after all. And yeah, after checking again, he still likes what he sees.]

Is it so strange that I'd want good things for you? Or that I might want to be a part of them?"

[He wants to one of those good things really. If he could be allowed.]

[Deadlock wishes it were scowl mode. At least that's comfortable.]

Yeah? I tried to abandon you. Steal a ship.

[Only because it's all Deadlock knows. Wing hopes to change that.]

True. And I would have preferred that you hadn't. But I also prefer to treat others the way I wish to be treated. And so, I will not abandon you.

[He snorts, but there's something sad under it.]

Right. You 'prefer'. You can't change the world by just pretending it's fraggin' different. Trust me.

[Because if that worked, he'd never have stayed in the gutters.]

[Wing hears that sadness, wishing he could touch it, soothe it.]

No. But I can try. One mech at a time, starting with myself.

Yeah, and that'd last five kliks before someone stabbed you and robbed you blind.

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