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[Hello Vertiline. And how are you this fine morning? Hopefully you're not doing anything that requires your being behind the forge.

But if you are, you'll probably notice a massive black robot loading a lot of oddly glowing cubes into his arms. Along with a small collection of nails and such, pilfered from the forge itself.

His armor is battered, and pitted with holes -- the largest being on his chest. This accomplished, he proceeds to stalk back off toward his pod, the cubes carried very carefully. Every motion makes his joints creak. Once he arrives at the pod, he unceremoniously dumps the cubes inside, before stepping back out again.

Ironhide, at the end of this errand, can be found hunkered down in front of his pod, drinking out of one of the cubes, and thoughtfully watching the sunrise. Occasionally, he chews on one of the nails.

Approach?]

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[Ironhide jerks his head in... some... direction.]

The fog. That was what we found in there.

[What. Oh no. That is not good, at all. He has to --

He doesn't have his Keyblade. And neither does Aqua, or Terra! But he-- they have to do something. It's their job, and after all... they're stronger together, no matter what. Even without their Keyblades.]

I need to go after them! Where is this fog, exactly?

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No.

[He puts a hand out, to try and preemptively restrain the boy.]

You stay out of there. It took down two of our group before we could make a move.

But--

[What did he mean by 'took down'? He can't help it, but he immediately thinks of Max. She'd been so scared, and upset... was she one of the ones that had gone? Ven can't help it, he scrambles to his feet and backs away from Ironhide.]

It's my job. I can't just sit by if people are getting hurt!

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No one is getting hurt if they stay out of the fog, boy!

[He does snap, then. He's not shouting, not yet. But there's a rebuke in his voice all the same.]

And no one is rushing back in there without a plan.

[He knows that tone. Were you Eraqus in a past life, Ironhide? He stops, and looks at his feet, a little ashamed of himself.

He knows he doesn't think before getting into things. What was chasing after Terra if not that? But... there's no gravity he's ever experienced that can match the weight on his chest. He actually slouches a little.

More Unversed. Here.

He has to tell Aqua and Terra.]

But... people were hurt during the invasion the other day. What if the Unversed are causing that?

[Okay, he's not exactly sure how that would work, but it makes sense, in a bizarre sort of way. All that darkness, the negative energy... it can influence people, take them over. That's why it's so important for the worlds to remain unconnected. Even he knows that, and he's nowhere near Aqua or Terra's level.]

There were no shadows then. Only rodents.

[A different kind of attack could mean a different kind of enemy. And the rodents hadn't spoken. They hadn't tried to kill. Just bit.]

[Awkward shoe scuff.]

Sometimes the Unversed can influence things. They could even change normal trees...

[In the words of the great Sam Beckett: oh boy. Rats are definitely a step up from trees.]

You do not know for sure. Can and could are not good enough to go to war on. To get your forces killed over.

[Maybe it's a bit harsh, but Ironhide sees no reason to hide or gentle the truth. War is his main function, after all.]

[You are totally hashing his groove, man. He's also never been confronted with a situation where the best answer is something other than 'run in and bash it on the head!' But all this talk of dying has sobered him up some. He doesn't even want to think about Aqua or Terra being hurt, let alone anything more serious. He doesn't want to think of anyone getting hurt, really. He clenches his hands at his sides and just... looks away.]

... Is it always like this? War, I mean? All the waiting and... being powerless.

[He's not sure the word 'war' is really applicable, but then... what else would be? Holy existentialist crisis, batman.]

[Hey, man. Ironhide is usually the one rushing in and bashing it on the head. But that's back home -- where he knows the enemy. This is completely different, and all his ancient old instincts are advising caution.]

If you are lucky, yeah. If not... it is a lot of death, a lot of fighting. Losing your comrades.

[He huffs out a rush of air.]

Gather information, and you will be less powerless. Know your enemy before you strike.

I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to any of my friends.

[Honest admission is honest. But he does sit back down again.]

[He doesn't answer that right away. Considering most of his original friends wound up betraying their race and turning to Megatron...

... and then there's Optimus. Jazz. Every other Autobot.]

You carry on. As they would want.

[Ouch. Is that really all you can do? Sure, it's solid advice, but... well, Ven isn't always the best person to take said advice.]

But it never gets any easier, does it?

[Yes, well. Ironhide's still trying to come to terms with the death of one of his oldest friends. So. He's not very good with this advice thing.]

No. Never does. Just... gets more familiar.

[Ventus is quiet for a moment, and then he glances up at Ironhide.]

... I'm sorry.

[This has got to be a record. The longest Ventus has ever gone without a smile. GJ, DUDEBOT.]

[He shrugs, apparently distracted by something way off in the distance.]

... Not your fault.

I know.

[He tries for a little smile! Gosh this conversation got depressing in a hurry. WHAR BE DERPERY.]

But... no one should have to be familiar with that kind of feeling. I guess that's what I'm sorry about.

[Another shrug.]

I am a soldier. Knew what I was getting into. No sense in moping about it.

[Take your own advice there, Arnhaid.]

... What's it like? Your war?

[Ventus: therapist extraordinaire!]

Violent. Long... Explosive.

[He says this last word with a meaningful glance at his cannons.]

[OH LOOK IS THAT THE RETURN OF A GRIN]

I hope we can get them working again. I bet no one will mess with us then!

[IT'S ABOUT TIME, VEN.]

I will find a way. I made them. I can repair them.

[HE'S GOT A DELICATE CONSTITUTION OKAY?]

Yeah! And from then on, it's smooth sailing.

[He tucks his hands behind his head and just makes with the cool.]

[YOU KIDS.]

... We will see.

[commentlog of derpery!]

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