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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.

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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."

He didn't mind her being late. Not when he heard her coming in and turned towards the sound, eyes suddenly critical as he gauged her speed, her precision-

-yes, this could work. This could work very well. Vector didn't so much smile as grin, the expression rare and unrestrained.

"Hello, Slipstream. I see you've warmed up."

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."

"Wonderful. Then we can get started."

Rhisling manifests in his hand, and a raise of the blade is all that's required for a spacebridge to form. The green portal shimmers in a welcoming manner, and Vector doesn't hesitate to step in to it.

"If you'll follow me?"

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?"

"Up."

Which is a bit odd, considering that he's leading her forwards. But the end of the portal is right there, and Vector Prime steps out to it with complete calmness...

...and on to midair. Nearly ten thousand feet directly above where they were moments ago.

"You may want to engage your flight, once you exit," he points out, turning around to face her with an outstretched hand.

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?"

Slipstream's mood couldn't dampen his mood. Vector smiled again, then began to explain;

"Most Cybertronian dances between two aerial units have an extreme choreography, the better to weave their flight patterns about each other. The skill required is extreme, especially for the more intricate weaving. They can take Vorns to practice, and I have seen some that spanned across the entire planet."

He paused, then waved a hand.

"Since you are a beginner, however, we'll try something a little different - the 'Chase' style. A leader, and a follower - I will take point. All you have to do, really..."

Vector spread his arms, leaning back slightly.

"...is to catch me if you can."

And then he dropped like a stone, the air whipping past him in a rush.

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.

Vector waited, obtaining speed and velocity. Watching her come at him, catching up rather quickly as he turned in midair. Not the uncontrolled tumble of a true fall - this held a grace, head-down, arms cutting a slow spiral in the air as he counted the beat in his head, measuring it, pacing it...

He let her follow him for a few seconds more, changing the angle, slightly - before cutting up abruptly, almost horizontal as he kept his speed, kept his eyes on her, watching her movement and reaction.

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.

Though some dancers were more...combative...than others, the only elements this one overtly carried was, as Vector had noted before, the 'chase' aspect.

Overtly being the key word.

He nodded his approval, then began to weave his path. Even though they were the only two up here, a dance was half for those who would watch, and with the opportunity, to, well, show off a bit...

...even if it was only Slipstream and not a grant crowd, it was enough. At least she could catch the in-and-out patterns he traced, keeping his speed with downward sweeps before moving back up, always watching her, always...smiling.

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.

There, she was getting it. Vector's smile grew broader as he noted her chances, and then, abruptly, dropped back.

Could she take the lead? It was worth a try, certainly. Sometimes the best part of the dance were the new steps that were created.

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.

He could work with that.

He wasn't trying to go fast, but he did 'push' off whatever he could, eyes narrowing slightly in focus as he trailed after her in a tight spiral. His own fall through the cloud pulled it with him, creating a contrail of sorts for a few brief moments before the condensation faded away completely.

And when he knew that he couldn't compensate for her speed, well - that wasn't too hard to fix. Rhisling came out, a calculation of distance made in a heartbeat, and then he was flying through and out of a spacebridge, distance narrowed between them with no momentum loss.

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.

At this point? If Vector could read minds, he wouldn't have been inclined to disagree with her.

The 'dance', as it was, was starting to fade for the sheer joy of flight and pursuit, but it didn't dampen the enjoyment at all. It was hardly traditional - but so what?

For all that his soul was one of order, he could not help but enjoy the creativity and spontaneity of others'. It led in to a greater pattern, even if it wasn't obvious at first, and this was but one step along the way.

Still, it couldn't last forever. As they wound lower and lower, he found himself losing breath, and slowed with some reluctance. If nothing else, he needed a few minutes to recover.

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?"

That earned her a wry smile, which softened the scolding tone of his voice. "I'm not nearly as young as you, bear in mind. We old mechs have earned a rest, now and then."

Still. This had been undeniably invigorating. For all that he had tired, he felt younger than he had in ages. And that, by far, was worth the slightly smug look in Slipstream's face.

More than worth it.

"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.

"Yes." A warm smile. "I rather enjoyed myself, and it seems you did, too."

He doesn't allow himself much time for 'fun'.

Perhaps he should.

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?"

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsXJzrZBv1E

ooooh, pretty~

\o/

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/fails forever

we will fail together c: also moving to wrap this up a bit?

yessss, wrapping up.

HOW OLD IS THIS LOG AGAIN LOL...

Uh. Don't look. :X

only three and a half months not too bad

Totally okay.