re_alignment_logs | Hangin' out [open]

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Hangin' out [open]

Who: Wing and anyone who wants to drop by (but especially aimed at those he promised to call and meet up with later)
Where: The Hub's bar and likely various other places around the city, feel free to say where you want to meet him.
When: All week.
What: Meeting up with anyone who wants to come have a drink with the knight.
Warnings: Drinking and anything others might bring.

Over the next week, Wing would be spending a lot of time in the bar, or meeting people in various places. Some he promised to contact later the day he arrived, he would be calling each of them over the next few days, looking forward to meeting up with them and getting to know them.

Whether meeting in the bar, or coming across someone in the city, Wing was always one to greet the other with a grin. Hello, Haven, come meet this derpy hippie knight.

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"Admittedly, that isn't something I've quite perfected yet. Sometimes I don't have any trouble shutting thoughts out. Other times I just try to focus on something positive for a while. Like a place where I've felt at peace, or maybe I'll focus on a person or something they've said to me."

Nobody had really asked him these sorts of questions before, everyone else usually just seemed to chalk it up to Drift being a weird hippy and tended to give him his space. It felt awkward to talk about, especially with Wing, considering he'd usually been one of those few people Drift had let his mind wander to.

"I know it isn't really proper technique, though. What would you suggest?"

Edited (peace not piece >8U) 2014-05-22 22:42 (UTC)

Wing nodded. So meditation was something he's picked up on, but not necessarily been taught. "Off line your optics, vent deeply and slowly." His voice is soft, not quite a monotone as he speaks, almost sounding like a harmony to the low drone of his engine. "Empty your mind. If you find yourself thinking of something, acknowledge the thought then put it aside. Do not let yourself become frustrated with stray thoughts, they are neither good or bad, just something to be acknowledge and dealt with later." Wing was following his own example, gold optics dark. The soft hum of his vents slowly drawing in air and then pushing the air slowly back out lent another almost musical quality to the mix of Wing's voice and engine.

Edited 2014-05-22 23:11 (UTC)

Drift listened intently, studying the other mech as he spoke. It seemed so simple when Wing explained it, when he demonstrated it, but then again the guy was basically the living embodiment of zen as far as Drift was concerned. Even his voice and the hum of his engine seemed to have been designed around enhancing the calmness of those around him.

And then Drift realized he was flat out just staring, and abruptly off lined his optics. Well this was off to a great start, wasn't it. At least it was salvageable. Following Wing's advice, Drift vented deeply, slowly, soon falling into a rhythm with the other mech.

Once Drift's venting fell i to time with his, Wing spoke again. "Let your mind be in the moment. Concentrate on venting, but also be aware of all the sounds around you." It might take a little bit, but Drift should eventually realize he's hearing so much more than the sounds of Wing's engines and venting, or even the sounds of his own. There's the soft sound of a breeze outside, just barely audible and easily missed while indoors, or the soft hum of voices, maybe someone else in the build talking over their Link. Or the soft sounds of movements as the server drones kept the bar clean. All soft, all barely there, unless you let yourself hear them.

Drift wasn't entirely sure what being aware of sounds had to do with all this, but he didn't argue. He focused on listening, not for anything in particular. He really didn't notice anything at first, but gradually he started picking up different noises, faint sounds he could barely hear.

He was concentrating so hard on it that he didn't even notice that he had his head cocked to the side like some kind of confused kitten. It was probably pretty goofy looking, but hey.

Wing would explain everything in the wrap up, in brief it was about being, living, in the moment. One could not smooth their aura if they were living in torment of the past or worry of the future.

After a time Wing spoke again. "Let your awareness turn to your body. Start at your feet. Feel the light on your armor, feel the shadows. Move next to your ankles. When you come across tension in your cables push it out with your next ex-vent." Wing paused to let Drift do as told. Already sensitive to the stillness and quiet Drift may notice how the light, which normally wouldn't feel warm, did indeed feel warm on his armor, the shadows cool and comfortable. After what will feel like minutes and yet also only feel like mere seconds Wing will speak again, drawing concentration higher up the body. The lower legs were next, knee joints, and then upper legs. Hip joints followed, then torso, shoulders, neck, then finally head. Wing paused at each, giving them both time to vent and feel, time to loose the tension that may be found.

"Life is best lived in the present. When you let your mind concentrate on the past you lose sight of what you have, when you let your mind concentrate on the future you overwhelm yourself with the strain of something outside of your control. When you find your mind in these places turn first to this before the drink." Wing let the rumble of his engine fall back to normal, the session over. They've probably spent the last hour meditating, hopefully it doesn't feel like that long to Drift. Wing has onlined his optics and is studying his roommate and...friend. Drift is his friend. "How do you feel now?"

"Better".

Not great, but definitely better. Putting his troubles out of his mind, even for a little while, had really helped to clear his head. Or aura. Either way. He let out one final, slow ex-vent before on-lining his optics again.

"A lot better. I don't... like to admit it, but the past is something I've always had trouble putting out of my mind. That's something I'm going to have to work on. I don't wish to be a burden, but... If it's no trouble. I'd like to do this with you again in the future."

"It takes time, and practice. What you need it to come to terms with your past, Drift. It's something you can't change, and it will always be a part of who you are. You past has shaped you into who you are today. I know you may think you would like to change that, but then you wouldn't be you anymore."

Wing reached out to put a hand on Drift's knee. "We can do this every day, at any time that you feel the need." He smiled. "I want to help you, friend, just as much now as I did when we first met, if in different ways now."

The trouble with that logic was the fact that Drift wasn't entirely sure if he was happy with who he was today. "I've tried to come to terms with it. I'm working on it, I mean, but I guess I don't really know how."

That wasn't really the sort of thing he liked to admit to people. Drift was usually content to keep his issues to himself. It was just easier. A lot of the Autobots Drift had met after joining were aware of his past. Few of them trusted him, and frankly Drift didn't feel he had any right to fret over himself when he'd been responsible for the deaths of so many Autobots. Wing was different, though. Wing had seen him at his worst, but hadn't judged him. Hadn't turned him away. Drift still wasn't entirely comfortable with sharing personal issues, but with Wing, he probably could.

Speaking of Wing, Drift hadn't noticed his hand on his knee right away. Well that got his attention.

"Thank you, Wing. Really. I appreciate it."

"We can work on it together." He knew where Drift had come from, he knew that Drift had been a violent mech, and he imagined it made life rather had for him now. But they were in a new place, with new opportunities, and Wing would do all he could to help Drift accept himself.

His smile grew. "You're very welcome." It still felt a little odd to hear Drift thank him, but he wasn't going to complain

Edited 2014-05-23 02:47 (UTC)

Drift couldn't help but smile back. Even if he wasn't over his issues, he felt reassured. He knew he could trust Wing to help him.

"Maybe we should get up off the floor, huh?"

Wing laughed and pushed easily and smoothly to his feet. He held out a hand to offer Drift a hand up. "I guess we should. Care to show me how you've improved at the other lessons I gave you?" There's a playful glint to his optics in the offer.

Okay, that Drift felt confident about. He gave the other mech a grin and took his hand, rising to his feet.

"Good plan. A little practice couldn't hurt, don't want to start getting rusty, do we?"

"Certainly not!" He nodded for the door. "Let's take it outside." This wasn't like back in Crystal City was a place dedicated to sparring, and he wasn't about to accidentally wreck the hub.

"There's an area for sparring in Vector's quadrant, I think. Somewhere with a lot of open space, which we'll need since I'm planning on getting you back for all those times you tossed me across the room."

He was either being overly confident, or he was completely joking. Maybe a little of both.

Wing laughed. "I'd like to see that. I'll meet you there." Once outside he hopped up, transforming and shooting off through the sky towards the sparring grounds.

Jets. Well. Drift would try not to keep him waiting too long. He transformed and sped after him, taking his time when it came to the bridges in Vector's quadrant. Not everybody can just fly over them ok.

Aw, c'mon Drift, he's not going to leave you behind. Wing will circle overhead, flying lazily to stay with Drift.

JETS.

ANYWAY, it doesn't take Drift too long to get there. There doesn't seem to be anyone else using the place, which meant they could toss each other around and not worry about smashing into people. Always awesome.

Yeah, well, even nice hippie guys were allowed to be smart-asses sometimes. Gotta love the fliers.

Wing drops down, unfolding into root mode and landing easily by Drift. Just like all the other sparring sessions he'll remove his knives/swords and pull the great sword from his back to set aside for the duration of the fight. And without a word he took a ready stance and waited for Drift to make the first move.

Seeing as Drift had arrived on weirdo Cybertron unarmed, he wasn't lugging around any swords of his own. So. He skipped the whole tossing weapons aside thing, taking a stance. This was familiar, even if it had been a long time since they'd done this. He studied Wing's form for a moment, took a few careful steps to the side, and charged forward suddenly. It wasn't a reckless movement like it had been in their previous spars, Drift knew what he was doing this time. His first blow was a low one, aimed for Wing's torso, and his free arm was raised to block, if needed.

Wing kept that easy smirk on his face. He was very pleased what what he was seeing, Drift had indeed improved. He didn't go to strike yet. He blocked with a smooth motion shifting to give a little ground.

Drift didn't press the attack, not yet. He was trying to get a feel for Wing's movements again, testing the water, so to speak. Taking a couple steps back, Drift began circling again. He noted Wing's footing, his stance.

He pressed in again, quickly stepping in and aiming a punch at Wing's dumb smirky face. He fully expected it to be blocked, it was too obvious a move not to be. If Wing did block it, Drift intended to use the distraction to try driving a knee into the other mech's abdomen.

Edited 2014-05-23 05:37 (UTC)

Block? No, a block was far too obvious a move for that. He shifted aside, movements fluid, putting face out of reach of fist and abdomen out of reach of knee. He'd look for an opening to step closer to give Drift a shove. Nothing hard, just light with the tips of his fingers, just testing how easily or not Drift could maintain his balance.

ooooh snap, keeping Drift on his toes. His balance was great, he had that much down near perfectly. Came with all the sword training he'd been doing over the years. He recovered from the push quickly, noting how light it had been. Wing was testing him. Drift had half expected it, but it was still somehow annoying. Probably because it just made him want to impress Wing. Show him just how much he'd improved.

Drift didn't let up this time, pushing the attack as though nothing had thrown him off. It was obvious from his movements that, although vastly improved, he was still getting frustrated.

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Wow...it's been forever since I've done a fight scene, let's see if I still can. 9,9;;

SAME HERE we got this bro /o/

WE SO DO!

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA