re_alignment_logs | Part patrol, part pondering [OPEN]

WHO: Thundercracker and anyone
WHERE: All over Haven - no, really...he's a fighter jet, he can get from end to end in minutes if he wants
WHEN: This week, spans several days
WHAT: Someone's out trying to keep himself busy . . . and maybe his mind a little quieter than it's getting
WARNINGS: Only if you bring any
NOTES: Don't forget to add your tag to the log. ^,^ also HAHA I suck at log starts sometimes. x,x

Thundercracker's out and about, usually airborne - he's a Seeker, what would you expect? - but often landing as well, especially if something, or someone, catches his attention. It's just that things have been . . . quiet around Haven lately. Too quiet. And he's getting restless because of it. What's that human saying he heard on television a few times (give him a break, it was the Stunticons who always had the thing going) - "It's always calmest before the storm", or something like that.

Why can't he shake the feeling that something's coming? And where are the First-Forged? When will they be returning? Will they be? Or has whatever they went off to deal with overpowered them? And what about those . . . those demons he encountered months ago. Yes, they still plague his recharge sometimes.

Other things bother him too, things he can't quite pinpoint - or just can't quite face. Like that fact that he's nearly asked his roommate if he'd like to be trine with him. More than once. He doesn't know how Starscream would take it, though. Or Cliffjumper, for that matter. He's not afraid of the little Autobot - that's a laughable thought, even - but he doesn't want trouble, either. He finds himself wanting to approach Wing too. For old times' sake, or whatever. And . . . and Jadewing. Because the sparkling Seeker is probably longing for his trine even more than Thundercracker is.

Right now, though . . . he'll take just about anyone's company. If only to help get the wheels in his head to quit spinning ceaselessly.

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While Drift had been getting a lot out of his recent training sessions with Wing, he still ended up wandering off on his own to practice by himself. He'd even picked a favorite spot for it, somewhere a bit secluded and quiet, somewhere he could practice his kata without interruption. The sound of the jet overhead broke his concentration, though, and he mentally kicked himself for letting himself get distracted. Tch, he could do better than that. Still, he had been out here for a couple hours, maybe it was time to wrap it up anyway.

Upon looking, he was fairly certain it was Thundercracker up there. Drift wasn't sure if the jet could see him from his position, but he offered a friendly wave all the same. Come on down and chat, dude.

Thundercracker recognizes his friend's buddy. He spoke briefly to Drift once or twice before, but back then, the mech had seemed closed and defensive, very different from the mech who'd arrived this time.

That was not, in the least, a bad thing, in Thundercracker's estimation. If nothing else, it made him far more approachable.

And on that note, with the obvious invitation, he does just that, circling back around and dropping altitude in lazy corkscrews until he was low enough to transform and drop the rest of the way to land on his feet. He nodded greeting. "Drift."

Depending on the subject, Drift could still be a little closed and defensive. He didn't always like talking about certain aspects of himself, for example, but he generally tried to be friendly and approachable.

He gave Thundercracker a smile, brushing his armor off a bit. "I thought that was you up there. Hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

"Flying is always important."

There was a small smirk on his face as he said it. He meant it, but no, he wasn't being interrupted. Although speaking of which…"For that matter, I'm not, am I? What were you doing?"

He'd never been trained in the same sense Wing had been either, so he had no idea what a kata was. He'd just seen Drift moving in odd patterns, like some kind of weird solo dance.

"Oh, no, I was just wrapping up for the day." Drift stretched his arms over his head, trying to loosen up his joints a bit after training.

"Wing's got me practicing my stances and stuff. We already go over it on a daily basis, but sometimes I like to get out and do some training on my own. I like to think I'm getting better."

"Stances?" Thundercracker can't help the look he's given Drift. "What kind of training? Training for what?" Because it certainly wasn't combat . . . was it?

Part patrol, part pondering [OPEN]

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