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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.
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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.
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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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."
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-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."
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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."
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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?"
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In the end, she stepped through the portal, movements a little stiff and tense.
"Where are we going, Vector?"
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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.
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"...And now what?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsXJzrZBv1E
"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.
ooooh, pretty~
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.
\o/
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
/fails forever
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.
we will fail together c: also moving to wrap this up a bit?
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.
yessss, wrapping up.
Not that he was competition in that respect, honestly.
She flipped to face him, jets still sending her backwards, and grinned.
"Out of fuel?"
HOW OLD IS THIS LOG AGAIN LOL...
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.
Uh. Don't look. :X
"We'll have to do it again sometime, yes?" Please was the word she left unspoken.
only three and a half months not too bad
He doesn't allow himself much time for 'fun'.
Perhaps he should.
Totally okay.
"I did. Same time next week?"