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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.

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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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/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.