re_alignment_logs | A gift he really didn't want

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A gift he really didn't want

WHO: Cliffjumper and Blurr
WHERE: The entrance hall of Vector's temple
WHEN: around now
WHAT: flight trainiiinggg
WARNINGS: none!

Cliffjumper had been a bit slow about this. Sure, there'd been another incident here and there, but nothing as bad as getting stuck on top of a tower in Vector's temple. So he'd dragged it out and preferred to ignore it.

He had a jetpack, that was more than enough!

But, really, he couldn't just leave this, because what if something happened and he had another "incident"? Or he didn't have his jetpack... then it would be useful.

So, he'd gotten Blurr to meet him in the entrance hall - inside, limited chance of getting too far up - for some training, liking it or no.

"Ugh, okay. So what... just start thinkin' 'up' to get this started?"

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Blurr was wondering how much it would take Cliff to accept his new gif and try to take advantage of it. Maybe forever, he told himself, but at least they agreed to have a few flying lessons.

"WellwellwellIamGLADthatyoudecidedtogiveitatry. You won't regret it my friend I assure you, I've seen some really beautiful things up there NO WONDER why the seekers believe themselves so superior, they have a really different view of the world. " Blurr's maybe a bit too eager about all this.

"First we could start with something simple, like controlled hover."

Indeed, he'd hardly accepted it, but learning to control it would be rather necessary.

Staring flatly at Blurr's first burst of somewhat faster-than-he-could-easily-interpret, Cliffjumper huffed and crossed his arms over his chestplate.

"Pretty sure I will, but I can't really keep the brakes in 'bout this." He just shook his helm at all the blather about pretty things and Seekers - he didn't care about that, and he could get pretty far up with the jetpack if he did.

"Uh-huh. How the frag did you get control of it? Just bein' able after a while to control this slag through thinking about it after trainin'?"

Cliffjumper can't get rid of it (possibly) so he better learn how to live with it sooner than later. Aside from the occasional bad landing and crashing, Blurr can't see how this particular gift is so bad.

Blurr waves a hand, dismissing his complaining. "That's not a very positive attitude. Have you been hanging out with Sentinel?" He smirks but then he decided to actually be useful.

"I had no one to teach me so I came up with my own techniques, those might not work for you but it's worth trying. YOU SEE it's a bit like learning how to swim or float. First, relax as much as you can." Go on. Cliff you don't look relaxed.

"Maybe." That was all he'd say about that, because then he just shook his helm. "Blurr... I don't know if that's a reality difference or not, but I'm pretty fraggin' sure swimmin' ain't something I've ever done. Did end up walking on the bottom of a few lakes and scrap on Earth, though..."

Snorting, he did try to do as Blurr suggested, though that, in addition to being highly aware of the reason for this little thing, of course had him floating.

And going upwards.

And when he was up in was far harder to figure how to get control of it, or even get down - which was ridiculous, since he didn't like his feet off the ground.

"Fraggin'---"

"Thatexplainsalot." But if it's true and not just a snarky reply Blurr will be happy to know Sentinel is making new friends.

"...well I never said swimming was easy either." Stop making things harder using logic and common sense, Cliffjumper. Blurr quickly fliest up and reaches out for him, grabbing Cliffjumper's shoulder before he flied into the moon or something.

"There, I got you. You are doing great you just need some more control. Keep in mind that you are still a heavy body, balance the thought of flying with the sense of your own weight."

"What the slag is that supposed to mean!?" Scowling at Blurr, Cliffjumper reached out with his free arm and gave Blurr an annoyed push. "'Cause, ya know. Kinda hard to float and swim in a lot of stuff considerin' we're made of tons of metal!"

Huff.

Grimacing as he glanced between Blurr and the floor quite far beneath them, Cliffjumper was glad this was being done inside.

"Last time I did this I fell down hard and fast," Cliffjumper muttered and grabbed onto Blurr as well, to not just have the other mech hold onto him in the case a sudden movement or drop made Blurr lose his grip.

"We are made of tons of metals but we both have been in space with no gravity!" No pushing D8< he's trying to help.

"You won't fall, I'm here." He will never let go, Cliffjumper. "It's like you don't trust me at all. Some kind of friend are you. Don't tell me you are scared?"

Maybe if Blurr pokes at Cliffjumper's pride he will get more confident and actually try do control his new power. ~~if only to punch Blurr~~.

"Not sure what that has to do with swimming, Blurr, and it ain't about trustin' ya!" scowling, Cliffjumper glared at the other mech, but he wouldn't actually go into what it actually was about.

He just had this issue about no ground under his feet, even if he could use his jetpack and stuff like that.

But, since they're here now and Blurr, at least, can control his own flight, Cliffjumper turns off his optics, because maybe that will help.

And, in a way it sort of does, because while he keeps wobbling in altitude, at least it's... somewhat stable.

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"I was trying to find a similar term for you to understand the sensation. DO YOU have to analize every tiny little thing I say?"

If Cliffjumper talked about what really worries him perhaps Blurr would understand it better. But right now he's pleased by what he sees.

"You are already doing it great. I don't need it anymore but at first I used my vents to get the air out of my system and change directions while hovering. Try it? "

"When it doesn't make sense, yeah, I do," Cliffjumper said with a grin, optics still offline. Completely unrepentant about it, too. He shifted where he hung in the air and used his by-now familiar stubbornness not to dangle or kick his feet in search of something to put them down on.

Not that Blurr would be able to tell that from any normal shifting, but he knew what it was about.

"Eh, I guess..." frowning, he concentrated on the next vent out. Tried for several more vents, until a klik had passed, but... nothing really happened. Not even a jerky motion in any direction.

Cliffjumper scowled.

"Think I'm gonna need to use somethin' else."

"It's not my fault if you don't have enough imagination." There's some mockery and a little bit of grumpiness in that reply. But mostly friendly mockery because he could tell Cliff was being difficult on purpose now.

"Hmm...." Still at an arm length, Blurr grinned. "Try starting your transformation?"

"Got plenty of imagination, thank," Cliffjumper said with a snort, then almost onlined his optics again to stare at Blurr to properly convey his confusion.

"My transformation? What's that gonna do?" Try to be less confusing, Blurr! Because what was transforming supposed to help? Blurr came up with really strange ideas sometimes.

"One day you need to show it to me then." There's amusement in his voice and then he shrugs.

"I thought that perhaps the movement could help? Forget it, it was a silly suggestion." He's trying okay? He's trying...

"Hey!" Laughing, Cliffjumper still tries to sound affronted as he shouts, then shakes his helm.

"Not silly, I just don't get it, since it ain't gonna move me in any particular direction..." Grimacing, Cliffjumper sighs sharply and thinks for a moment...

"Why don't ya just move a bit? Sure, I ain't gonna be doin' anything, but, I dunno. Maybe I can pick up something that way." And Blurr is helping, even if it's only as an anchor to give Cliffjumper a stable point.

It does help.

Blurr grinned further and then did as he was told. "I really wish that this sort of extra powers came with a 'how to use it' guide."

Blurr floats around, not too fast and not too far away.

"That'd at least make it easier to learn to control 'em... And maybe some sorta alarm for when they kick into effect or something, too," Cliffjumper said with a snort and frowned as he tried to feel out just... the motion itself that Blurr was doing, pulling on their joined hands.

There was no guarantee that would teach him how to propel himself at all, but it did give him a feeling of control - if just through someone else's controlled flight.

"'Cause at least then there might be less fraggin' accidents for all of us when they do kick in."

"Don't bother asking the acolytes about it, I already tried. I even asked Buddy but he only stared at me, blinked, and went back to what he was doing." not very useful at all, his assigned acolyte.

Blurr gives Cliffjumper's hand a encouraging squeeze.He knows his friend is a fast learner, he's sure Cliffjumper will master the art of flying in no time.

"Didn't think that far, but since you've already tried it..." Shrugging, Cliffjumper frowned and tried to think of pushing himself in the direction Blurr was going, instead of just following along.

"You'd think they would've put somethin' into the fraggin' glyphs though, since they're thereeee--gah!" And then the mental thought of 'pushing' turned into Cliffjumper moving and crashing right into Blurr.

"... Fraggin' slag-drippin' scrap. Sorry."

"...OUCH." If he were human his ribs would have been crushed under the force of the impact. Blurr was glad he was not an organic but he still rubbed at his now sore chest.

"ItsokayItdidn'thurtatall..." He regained his composture after a few seconds. "YOU DID IT! By accident and not perfectly but ey you moved! Try to do it again!"

And after a mom net he added. "On the opposite direction of where I am."

"Like frag it didn't hurt, I'm kinda achin' too," Cliffjumper huffed and looked away, embarrassed.

"Maybe, but don't see much difference from what I did the first time, since I tried to get down and fell after I was thinkin' about down." He was a bit frustrated, okay. And Hanging around in the air with nothing underneath his feet but... well, air didn't help him.

"But, yeah, I guess..." Frowning, Cliffjumper thought back to how it felt when Blurr was moving and - he went flying sharply backwards, managing to jerk to a stop framelenghts away.

"Slaggin' scrap!"

" okayithurtalittlebit... But we are though mechs! So stop thinking about it." He already forgot it. Even if is chest is still hurting.

"Try thinking about 'lower' instead of just 'down'. Perhaps your body will listen to your mind that way."

But seeing how Cliff flies away so quickly that's clearly not working. Blurr moves forward and grabs his hand.

"Easy, easy. Turn around and move to the opposite direction. The rooms' big enough, you just need to keep trying."

"Already---ugh, done," muttering as he scowled at the wall - still far behind him but closer than it had been before he shot backwards - Cliffjumper revved his engine in annoyance, "Yeah, I fraggin' know. Guess I oughta try 'lower' when we go down though... and, uh..."

Squinting, Cliffjumper rubbed his chin as he tried to think of some other way to phrase it in his processor for moving - the issue was probably that like this, there was no handy way to gauge his speed, which meant he had no 'anchor' for it and just went randomly flying.

"... Dunno how, but I think I need some slaggin' way of thinkin' about direction and speed more precisely. Otherwise I just go flyin' like I got slaggin' tossed."

"Didn't you gain a better sense of direction too? It's the first thing that changed on me when my glyph grew in size. I think all our powers are related, we just need to make them work together."

Blurr scratches his chin, thinking how this could help Cliffjumper. He's throwing theories into the wind, since nothing seems to work 100% for his friend.

"Try thinking in terms of time and not space? As in, you know how much will take you to reach the door at the end of teh room, right? The exact number of milliseconds.
Think about where you should be once those milliseconds pass, maybe that way you will float towards said point while controlling the speed. Thinking about more milliseconds would imply moving at a slower pace, since you are thinking that it should take you more time to reach your objective."

Does anything make sense? It does to Blurr, a little bit.

"Yeah, but what's that got..." trailing off, Cliffjumper frowned, then slowly shook his helm, "just 'cause I know exactly in which direction I'm facin' at the moment don't mean it translates to movin'."

As they hung there in the air, Cliffjumper's frown deepened at Blurr's suggestion. How the frag was that supposed to help him, he didn't---

Except he did.

He'd not thought about it earlier, having simply not noticed the perfect calculations of how long it'd take to get somewhere at any given speed but...

"... Huh. I do know that." Excuse him as he has a moment of stunned realisation, Blurr.

Staring without exactly seeing the floor beneath them, Cliffjumper narrowed his optics and then drifted down a few feet.

He wobbled at the end, but at least he didn't fall like the few tons of metal that he was.

"... That might work."

"YouDIDit!" Blurr let out a small cry of joy and quickly flied towards his friend. he put and arm around Cliffjumper, a proud expression on his face.

"Well done! Now you just need to keep practicing. Did you really not know about the calculations?"

Cliff stop yo whining it's a magical gift

>8V magical his aft

So now Cliff's aft is magical? Does it sparkle?

It is not! And it doesn't. >8|

What a pity. Imagine how cool that would be. and by 'cool' I meant F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S

You mean RIDICULOUS he wouldn't look either cool or fabulous!!

He could if he tried hard enough. Blurr can lend him his tiara

He doesn't want to try and he doesn't want a tiara either!

Good then, because that tiara looks much better on Blurr anyway

Blurr can certainly have it!

FINE....ungrateful mech >:C

>8V he's not ungrateful you're just not helpful!!

HE'S helping a lot, you twat >8C

TRYING TO, at least he can give you that! :V

Hmm...fine ;w;

<o<... /hugs

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ /hugs!

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Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I never got the notif for this 8'[

THAT'S OKAY I didn't want to say something until now in case you were too busy. :'D

I don't really know what happened, I am sorry. Never worry about asking! D:

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