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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"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?"

Laughing, both at Blurr's reaction and his own accomplishment, Cliffjumper shook his helm.

"I don't think about them as calculations, Blurr. I mean, sure, I noticed I suddely had a much better grasp on how long it'd take me to get places at any given speed and slag like that, but never really looked under the blasted hood of it, ya know?"

At least he had something that might help him get control of this stupid thing now, and that was good enough to him. Not that he really felt like practicing, but he'd do it.

"Ey, as long as you find a way that works for you...then that will be the right way, calculations or not." Blurr smiles and then shakes his head.

"I wonder what other thing you missed, silly bot." Then he punches him friendly on the arm. "Do you want to keep trying or you think you already hit enough walls? We can call it a day if you are tired."

"Hey, I can notice things just fine!" Cliffjumper protested with a grin and slapped Blurr right back, then took a deeper, off-cycle vent and frowned.

"... Well, I ain't too eager on doin' this, but now that I've got what might be a slaggin' grip on this thing... gimmie a movin' target for a bit." Because if he was doing this and had finally found a way that might work for him, why not go for the hardest thing around instead of just trying to cross the various distances like most would do?

Blurr gave him a 'SURE BRO' look but said nothing else, just grinned further. More so when Cliff says that last part.

"Oh I just know the best moving target possible." Blurr taps at his chest, right in the center of his Elite Guard insignia. It moves (like it moved away when their chest connected so it didn't get squished) and it *flaps* a pair of wings.

What it looked like Blurr's insignia was really the small firelizard Barricade had made specially for him. The creature turns, stretches its neck and lets out a brief 'graw' while looking at Cliffjumper.

"Do you think you could catch him?"

"What..." staring, confused at the moving insignia, Cliffjumper frowned and then his optics widened as it became clear what it actually was, "what the slag is that? I mean, I've seen the bigger ones, but none of 'em were as small as that."

Or look like one the Autobrand either, for that matter.

Frowning again, Cliffjumper considered it.

"But I don't see why I couldn't... ain't much different from endin' up chasin' you, right?"

The little dragon huffed at being called a 'that'. "Barricade made him specially for me, it's supposed to be hard to spot. He's really fast and smart, his name is Scout."

Blurr's baby is special like that. Isn't he cute? Scout flaps his wings some more and starts flying really fast around Cliffjumper.

"Well..he's much smaller and hard to catch. Good luck to you two." And with that, Scout flies away to the other side of the room.-

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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