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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"Not long. You'd already started practicing meditation on your own, and you've caught on ver quickly to the techniques. I suggested to you earlier. You shouldn't have to go through the exercise each time for more than a few months." Maybe he was being a little optimistic, but he believed in Drift.

"I like the sound of that. If I keep at it, I'll be a pro in no time."

Okay so maybe Drift was being a little overly optimistic as well, but that's how he rolls these days.

Wing was glad to hear such positive words come so easily from Drift. He circles Drift again, adunusting his stance with light touches, and not hesitating tonpause and have Drift repeat the relaxation exercise if necessary. Finally he shifts to take a mirrored stance before Drift. "Do as I do." He will start to move. The movements is fluid and graceful, with no wasted energy. If Drift followed he would Mirror Wing's moves and they would move in a slow circle around a spot.

Drift did as instructed, mirroring Wing's movements. He wasn't quite as smooth in his own movements, but otherwise he seemed to match them pretty well.

"So. What's this for?"

Wing wasn't expecting smooth movements yet, this was Drift's first time mirroring him, the bot didn't know what moves Wing would do next, ao of cours his own would be less refined. "Practice," Wing answered in a soft voice. "You must train your body to move how you want it to move. This way, when in action, you do not have to think of what to do, you just do it. This will also help to cut down on how much you project you next move because what you do will be based more on instinct than thought."

Wing continued to move, shifting from stance to stance in something that might almost seem like a dance. Everything is done slowly, smoothly, not just sonDrift can keep up, but because that is how it's done.

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"Feels like my joints are a little stiff," Drift said, mostly just thinking out loud. He was focused on Wing's movements, how natural he made it look. Back in Crystal City, Drift had never really noticed little things like this about him. He'd known Wing was skilled, of course, it was kind of hard to miss when he was getting his aft kicked in by him on a daily basis, but he'd never really taken the time to just observe him. The way Wing's movements flowed so gracefully and seamlessly was almost mesmerizing.

"That is because you are not used to these stances. You're a small mech, Drift, like I am, you can't always overpower your opponents. You have to learn how to use their power against them." Wing continued through the motions and finally came to a stop in a relaxed stance. "You did well for your first time."

Edited 2014-05-27 01:29 (UTC)

"That would be really handy to know. Significantly larger opponents are really the only ones I have any trouble with anymore." Not counting Wing, of course. The last person Drift had lost to had been Overlord, and he was kind of enormous, swords alone just hadn't cut it (if you know what I mean).

Buuuut that line of thought was taking Drift back to something he really didn't want to think about. He pushed it out of his mind and straightened up, rolling his shoulders and beaming ever so slightly from the praise. "To be fair, it really wasn't all that difficult."

Wing smiled. "Good. When you can do it perfectly we'll move to the next set." And Drift? He means perfectly. From memory.

"Sounds like a plan to me. I'm looking forward to it." It would definitely be a better use of time than sitting in the bar every day had been. "Is that it for today?"

Wing smirked, crossing his arms. "You think I'm going to be an easy teacher? Of course I'm not done with you yet. You'll do it again. I'll show you once more. We're going to go through it slower this time, so I can take a moment to correct your positions in each stance. Now, take your starting position." Wing will shift seamlessly into position and wait expectantly for Drift to do the same. Drift, you're going to be sick of him by the time he's done with you today.

Even if this did get tiresome after a while, Drift was still glad for the distraction.

"Oh. R-right, sure!"

Drift snapped back into the starting position less fluidly than Wing had, but he had the position down.

"Go through your relaxation exercise," he instructed first. He meant it when he said Drift would start with that ever time he took his starting stance, and sometimes in the middle of lessons, to make sure he stayed relaxed and ready.

Once Drift had done this Wing shifted into the next pose. He would pause to correct Drift this time, moving Drift a little here, or changing how he's standing, or making any other little adjustments need to be made. He'll have Drift repeat the relaxation technique after each pose.

It's going to be late, and for as "little" as Drift seems to be doing, he just may be rather exhausted by the time Wing says they're finally done.

It was kind of ridiculous how something that was continuously interrupted to practice relaxation techniques could be so exhausting. By the time Wing decides they're finished, Drift looks like he's ready to curl up on the ground and take a nap. To his credit though, he managed to refrain from complaining the entire time.

"Just how long have we been out here, anyway?"

Okay, he mostly refrained from complaining.

Wing looked up at the sky, unable to ignore the lambda overhead. "About seven hours I'd guess." He looked back at Drift, his smile...soft. He's proud of his friend.

"Come with me." He slipped his arm around Drift's shoulders to start leading him back towards the Hub.

"Seven. Are you seri-"

Drift's train of thought was cut short by the sudden invasion of his personal space. Not that he minded, really, and it wasn't like Wing hadn't just been correcting his stances for seven hours. He just didn't remember the jet being so... personal space invady. Not a word. I know.

Then again, Drift used to be an anti-social pain in the ass that didn't want anyone close to him. He didn't mind it so much these days. Never really expected it, but didn't mind it.

"We're actually done, right? You're not leading me off for some other training or anything?"

And that is exactly why Wing didn't invade Drift's space before, he knew it would only be seen as something unwanted, perhaps even a threat. Wing didn't get that from Drift anymore, and well...he did like being close to people.

He chuckled and nodded. "We're actually done now."

"Okay, good. Ah, not that I'm complaining or anything!" Drift let himself relax, which actually wasn't difficult at all considering how exhausted he was. "Just... are you planning on making a habit out of doing this for seven hours each day?"

Have an amused look at that, Drift. Wing glances that amused grin at Drift and shakes his head. "No, now that you know the exercise, I want you to do it at least twice a day with me with you. How long that takes will depend on how well you do the exercise. I don't see us being at it this long until you're ready for the next set."

"Sounds fair. Still, though, that's a lot of time you're investing in me. Aren't there more important things to do around here? I don't mind practicing by myself, you know." It was one thing that Wing had been ordered to keep an eye on Drift before, but he certainly wasn't required to stay with him here.

"I think you're worth it. Besides, I have to do my part as instructor and make sure you are doing it right. It wouldn't be good for you to be practicing the wrong positions, it would only make it harder to unlearn."

Wing took this art very seriously. He'd want to spend at least an hour with Drift each day to make sure he was doing the poses correctly, and the transitions between them too. He would still have plenty of time to do other things around the city too.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

Drift was silent for a few minutes, turning Wing's words over in his head as they walked. As simple as they'd been, they struck deep.

"Thanks. I don't really... hear that sort of thing very often."

Wing looked over at Drift, studying him a moment. "I'm sorry to hear that." As far as Wing was concerned, Drift deserved the praise.

They reached the Hub, and Wing turned Drift to head for the placed they started at. They'd meditated, and trained, and now Wing could approve of a bit of high-grade before shoving Drift off to get some much needed recharge

"Oh, no, don't be. I kind of expect it, you know?"

Honestly, Drift would probably rather go and recharge than sit around the Hub, but at the same time, he'd take any excuse to chat with Wing. He grabbed a seat and ordered himself something.

"You shouldn't have to expect it." It...it upset Wing that this had been Drift's experience since leaving Crystal City. He understood that at least some of it had to be because Drift used to be a Decepticon, perhaps one easily recognized, but that did not mean he didn't deserve a chance.

Wing also ordered a drink. Nothing too strong, he didn't want to end up drunk...and would be keeping an optic on Drift to hopefully make sure he didn't either.*

Definitely shenanigans. XD

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