http://spacetimeprime.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] spacetimeprime.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2011-08-29 12:49 pm

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WHO: Slipstream, Vector Prime
WHERE: The skies above the City. Like, really really above.
WHEN Late Monday morning.
WHAT: So Vector was shamelessly encouraged to learn to dance. He'd rather start off with the kind he already knows, and Slipstream is going to learn by doing.
FORMAT: Paragraph




There is an undeniable order to the movement in dance. Even in its most chaotic, there are patterns, and these patterns are set to a beat that is as undeniable as the very pulse of the multiverse. The tempo may vary, the steps may change, but always, always, there is a method to the seeming madness, if only one has the patience to search for it.

Is it any true wonder that someone with a soul of Order finds beauty in such a thing?

The first dances he made were those with his siblings. Literally, made, taking steps that would be repeated and refined as the generations passed. And though he stayed disconnected from the species for ages, it is not something so easily forgotten - nor ignored, when reawakened. Certainly, at this point it is more an indulgence than anything, and he does have duties to attend to, work to finish...

...but he waits at the rooftop where he's asked her to meet him, eyes on the sky as he tries to read the air currents. He hasn't, for months; he's never had reason to. And he was designed for interstellar navigation, not atmospheric. But the latter is what they'll be using as a stage today, as soon as she arrives.
seekerfemme: (Flying | Death from above.)

[personal profile] seekerfemme 2011-08-30 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Slipstream was slightly late, having spent too long debating whether or not to even show. She very nearly didn't, lost in her own frustrations. It hadn't been the best of days so far, and she'd taken off from KaibaCorp for an early lunch, to the Pit with her boss and his brother. They were all too human for her these days.

She came in low and fast, enjoying the sound of her jets tearing through the air, the wind in her face and hair, and the pure bliss of being airborne. At the last possible moment before becoming a splatter on the side of the building, the femme pulled up, did a deft flip, and landed neatly near the Prime.

"Hello, Vector."
seekerfemme: (Amused | Well actually you're an idiot.)

[personal profile] seekerfemme 2011-08-31 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Helloooo Vector! Jet over here! Of course she's all precise and fast and things! Honestly!

She arched an eyebrow at the grin, then slowly smiled back at the robot-turned-man. His happiness with was irresistable, honestly.

"You could say that, yes."
seekerfemme: (Superior | Looking down on you)

[personal profile] seekerfemme 2011-09-01 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't hesitate, but she did. Just for a moment. The trust he was asking from her was a little..difficult for her to give, and she

In the end, she stepped through the portal, movements a little stiff and tense.

"Where are we going, Vector?"
seekerfemme: (Behind | Dat Aft)

[personal profile] seekerfemme 2011-09-09 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
She rolled her eyes and took his hand to step through, activating her jets after falling only a few inches on the other side. As if she wouldn't realize what she needed to do the moment gravity took hold.

"...And now what?"
seekerfemme: (Flying | Death from above.)

ooooh, pretty~

[personal profile] seekerfemme 2011-09-13 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Startled at the sudden drop, Slipstream paused for half a breath before her instincts kicked in and she was after him as only a jet would be.

She took the opportunity to tug on a pair of goggles to protect her optics - eyes, she reminded herself, before bringing her hands together in front to cut the air while kicking up the flight power.

If the Prime wanted a chase, a chase he would get.
seekerfemme: (Floating| Far far away)

[personal profile] seekerfemme 2011-09-21 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She couldn't help but admire Vector's...grace...as he deftly spiraled through the air, and followed suit briefly, just for the symmetry of it. After all, she didn't know the 'steps' to this dance. But it felt like the right thing to do.

When he cut to the horizontal, the femme did as well, fighting the urge to drop back so he'd be easier to anticipate in favor of trusting her reactions. While she personally, didn't have as much airborne fight experience, she at least had the advantage of her Starscream's memories of such things, which was not at all insubstantial, however ineffective he'd been as a leader.
seekerfemme: (Old School | G1 style gentleness.)

[personal profile] seekerfemme 2011-10-05 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
It was a challenge to follow so closely, a challenge she desperately wanted, needed, required. Here in the City she was stagnant. No plans, no wars, nothing to do aside from sit tight and wait, and waiting wasn't her strong point. It never had been and likely wouldn't ever be.

The in and out patterns were easy enough to pick up, and she returned the smile with her own determined one. She might've even added a few flourishes of her own, here and there, twisting happily through the sweeps.
seekerfemme: (Hover | Are you dead?)

[personal profile] seekerfemme 2011-10-15 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that was unexpected. Slipstream half-turned to follow him before she realized what he wanted.

Oh.


Oh.

And then, she grinned. Take the lead, hmm~? Why yes, she could do that. Easily. Happily. And while her fragile human body wasn't built to take the speeds she preferred, she was still no slouch.

An abrupt twist and flip took Gs that made her teeth hurt an her bones ache, and then she took off. Not going so fast he wouldn't be able to catch up. After all, what was the fun in that? Just fast enough, shooting straight through a low-hanging cloud, her jets dispersing a hole in the center.

She lacked his grace, perhaps. But certainly had the skill.
seekerfemme: (Laugh | Nothing bitchy about it)

/fails forever

[personal profile] seekerfemme 2011-11-17 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
She kept an eye on him as she twisted back up into the sky, grinning at his use of the sword and its powers. Good thinking.

Slipstream took him through enough loops and barrel rolls to make anyone but a jet dizzy; and even then the Gs were getting to her ever so slightly. Still, the sheer joy at being airborne was evident in her every move. Nothing would ever be better than flight. Nothing, not ever.
seekerfemme: (Wicked | DND means slag off Starscream.)

yessss, wrapping up.

[personal profile] seekerfemme 2011-12-06 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
She noticed how he slowed and dropped back, and changed her speed correspondingly. After all, what was a game of chase when the chaser wasn't able to keep up? While it was fun to win, this sort of thing didn't need winning. It wasn't a competition, though Slipstream did gloat a little to herself at being the fastest.

Not that he was competition in that respect, honestly.

She flipped to face him, jets still sending her backwards, and grinned.

"Out of fuel?"
seekerfemme: (Flirt | is it incest if we...)

Uh. Don't look. :X

[personal profile] seekerfemme 2011-12-13 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, of course," came her quick, impudent reply, but the smugness vanished from her expression in favor of actual happiness. Funny how that worked, with a Decepticon.

"We'll have to do it again sometime, yes?" Please was the word she left unspoken.
seekerfemme: (Smirk | Dramatic sideways pose)

Totally okay.

[personal profile] seekerfemme 2011-12-19 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Slipstream paused to think about it, then nodded, almost as if it were a travesty that a Decepticon - even her, who'd never really been part of all of that - would ever have fun doing something that didn't involve blowing things up or attacking the Autobots or what have you.

"I did. Same time next week?"