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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"Don't try to be fraggin' smart about it," Cliffjumper said with a snort and pointed at Blurr, optics briefly narrowing for effect. Then he had to crack a lopsided grin at the way Scout moved up along along Blurr's arm to perch.

"Not sure how he can come to that judgement that quickly," rolling his optics, he nodded, "might as well. If I get a handle on this, I might be able to catch him."

Right now, though, that was a bit too hard for him.

"I am an intelligent Agent, Cliff." Blurr starts, trying to look serious and professional and not laugh, something he wants to do. "Being a smartass is what we do best."

Scout likes to watch things from there when he's not latched to Blurr's chest. There's good views. "Do you realize that he knows you, right? I had him for a long time now and he's been acting as my insignia for months. Scout knows we are friend so he likes you too."

"I thought what ya do best is supposed to be gatherin' intelligence and slag." Shaking his helm, Cliffjumper stared from Blurr to the little firelizard when Blurr pointed out how long the critter would have been able to observe and grimaced.

"He's... Right. Why didn't ya say somethin'?" It's just a harmless little firelizard, but it still made him feel annoyed. He wasn't even sure why. Not that he got overly defensive about it, but there was a huff at the end of the question.

"Well how do you think we became so smart in the first place? We already done that. All the intelligence gathered. That's why some people has so few left." He was still trying to keep a poker face but the corner of his lips twitched at that last statement.

"It didn't seemed important at the time. You never seemed to worry about me bringing Frank along so I thought this was no different." Blurr wasn't so bold or clueless as to not notice the annoyance. The humor in his face disappeared. "Sorry,I guess I should have told you sooner."

"Very funny," with a snort, definitely amused, Cliffjumper shrugged and glanced away, frowning, "I knew he was there, ya know? I don't mind it, I'd just have liked to know. Even if it's just a pet or whatever, it's the fact that he's basically... disguised."

It might be overreacting, but he couldn't help it. At least he wasn't throwing out an accusation of spying, because honestly that could have happened! But there's not many (any) Blurr would be spying for here, and, well... Scout is still stuck on his chestplates, so he's not seeing anything Blurr isn't.

So Cliffjumper just feels vaguely annoyed.

Scout knew they were talking about him and they didn't sound too happy. The fire lizard chirping softly and run down the shoulder again. Then he flied to Blurr's chest, sat on his usual spot and stood still, the colors of his back resembling the Elite Guard insignia. Blurr could tell that the little guy got upset too.

"I know it probably doesn't help but I only told another person before you and that's because we were talking about security. Scout was created so I could have back up when I needed it."

And thus a situation like the one he had to face with Longarm-Shockwave could be avoided. Even if Blurr got captured or hurt, the little robot dragon could fly away unnoticed and warn others. "I'm sorry I upset you, Cliffjumper."

Rubbing a hand over his faceplate, Cliffjumper grumbled.

"It doesn't really, but whatever. Done's done. And it's kinda cute, I guess," Cliffjumper said as he dropped his hand and shook his helm, "and back-up's good, even if it's just of the 'go tell people' kind."

He'd apologise, but well. Cliffjumper had issues with that sometimes, and especially when it came to the thing with spies and disguises and whatever else.

Blurr didn't buy that Cliffjumper wasn't really annoyed but he let it gone. Blurr fidgeted in the air, nervous as ever. "That's good enough when things go really wrong."

The soy part Blurr can't help it but he understands the disdain for disguises.

"Yeah, it is," with a grin, Cliffjumper nodded and managed to float over, clapping a hand to Blurr's left shoulder kibble, "that's good, really." because it was even if he didn't like not having been told Blurr had something like that hanging around on his person.

"If nothin' else, if we get into trouble again sometime, maybe it can go get help, huh?"

Since Scout was tiny and could fly, he'd have far easier of a time getting away from places than either of them would have if something did go wrong.

"Thanks." It doesn't reach his optics his time but he gives Cliffjumper a small smile in return.

"Are you planning another trip close to dangerous places?" Count him in, they haven't had one of those in some time.

Slowly floating around Blurr, Cliffjumper shakes his helm with a snort.

"Plannin'? Nah. But you never know what happens and all that, and like this, with everything we're at least more prepared, seems like." Which is really nice compared to when they got stuck in that deathtrap.

If either of them had been capable of flying like this back then, things would've been far easier.

"We are. I don't pass out anymore when I try to do youknowwhat." Definitely an improvement, now he can stop his own time without worrying. When it comes to stop others, though...it's a different story.

At the reminder of that, Cliffjumper grimaced.

"Good. Least that ain't gonna mess with you if you need to use it, but that's kinda creepy, really. Useful, but creepy." At least being able to fly wasn't creepy. It was just... inexplicable flying.

Just because he didn't like being in the air like this didn't mean it was creepy.

"Vectr asked if I really wanted that power, at least? WellkindasortawhenheaskedmeifIwantedtobeaninitiate. It was implied."

He didn't know WHAT was implied back them but he knew it was something important.

Cliffjumper's just going to let out an explosive static sigh and shake his helm, giving Blurr a push against his shoulder.

"Great. Anyway, let's try flyin' in tandem? Oughta give me something to challenge me even if it ain't chasin' ya," Cliffjumper said with an easy grin.

His reply is a laugh and there might be a soft chirp coming from his 'insignia' as well. Knock that Scout is aware that cliff knows of him, he's more vocal when he's amused.

"That sounds almost romantic, Cliff." Blurr gives him a lopsided grin. "What would your boyfriend say?"

"Primus, Blurr! Just gotta turn it that fraggin' way, huh," he's laughing rather than flustered, however, "and he'd tease me if ya gotta know," Cliffjumper said with a snort and a shake off his helm.

"He ain't as prim as he seems, but you've noticed that, right?"

"You are one who asked for a walk together. Well, a fly~" Blurr would enjoy seeing Starscream tease Cliff, the mechs were just too stupidly cute together.

"I certainly did. he enjoys pulling my wheel from time to time too."

"Very funny. Like that means what ya teased me about," Cliffjumper said, gesturing the whole thing away with a sweep of his hand and a grin.

"Yeah, thought so. Ya just don't fraggin' expect it off him, which gives him a headstart, too." Rolling his optics, Cliffjumper snorted as he drifted in a half-circle around Blurr.

Blurr dropped the subject but he was smiling nonetheless. His eyes followed Cliff and then he flew backwards, trying to see if the red mech will follow.

"Maybe all the Starscream have a little mischief in them."

He died, after a moment of frowning at the growing distance between the two of them and trying to figure out how fast he should go... And then he drifted after, catching up with Blurr with some lagging behind.

"At least it's different from the other Starscream's type of fraggin' 'mischief'," Cliffjumper said with a snort.

"Yes and that's certainly a relief." The world doesn't need more nasty Starscream. "I wish more of them where like your boyfriend, Cliffjumper."

BLurr's going to float up instead of the side this time, they have to practice that as well.

At that, Cliffjumper blushed and shook his helm but didn't verbally protest Blurr's description of what what Starscream was to him.

"Would definitely be far more easy to slaggin' stand in that case," Cliffjumper said with a huff, optics still bright from blushing as he floated up after Blurr, nasal ridge scrunched.

"This works far better, but it's still blasted annoyin'... Not sure why the gifts or whatever couldn't have been something else."

STILL BLUSHING now, Cliff? Blurr noticed but doesn't say anything. He's just amazed at the reaction.

"Very true." He keep floating away, smiling at Cliffjumper. "Our firstForged flies, are you really that surprised? I wonder what the mechs associated with Liege get."

Yeah, he's STILL BLUSHING shut up you don't know him he can be flustered over that if he wants to!

"... guess that makes sense," Cliffjumper said after a moment of quiet staring, feeling vaguely dumb for not making the connection between Vector Prime's capability for flight and the glyph's giving said ability whether you were capable of flying or not.

Then he grimaced.

"I don't fraggin' want to know. That guy makes me uncomfortable, but I can't figure out why," Cliffjumper muttered, scowling as he tried to keep the distance between him and Blurr constant.

He didn't exactly manage, and kept either overshooting his own set limit or drifting behind it, but the jagged stops and starts slowly got less.

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...died. what happened there. using the tablet isn't easy P:

It's okay, I got it! Don't worry, it happens to me too. Tech is hard

P: It is.