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re_alignment_logs2012-09-12 09:40 pm
notyourblueangel) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-09-12 09:40 pm
All Around the Mul-Haven Bush! [Open]
WHO: Thundercracker and whoever decides to tag in.
WHERE: All over Haven.
WHEN Any time between the 10th and the 15th (basically, the span of the event)
WHAT: Thundercracker is attempting to learn to control his new teleporting ability. His efforts are taking him - according to him - "all over fragging creation!"
WARNINGS: Grumpy jet? Grumpy jet appearing unannounced in your washrack/shower? 8D;;;
NOTES: Feel free to have him appear wherever. Just be sure to specify the location. And don't forget to add your tag to the post! (Or if you can't, PM me and I'll do it. =3 )
Pit, how did Skywarp manage this!? He made it look so easy! He could teleport on a half-fragged thought and still hit his mark with perfection. Well . . . up to a certain distance, anyway. But even then, at least he managed to get where he was intending to go! And didn't just jump without even meaning too! This was RIDICULOUS!
But . . . ridiculous or not, Thundercracker needed to master this. And fast. Because teleporting when he hadn't meant to was inconvenient at best! Potentially dangerous at worst. Plus . . . he could certainly see the advantage of having the ability. That, of course, went without saying, intimately acquainted as he was with the advantage to which his wingmate used it. And so, Thundercracker had decided to devote time to learning to control this newfound power.
Unfortunately, it meant a lot of bouncing around to places he hadn't meant to go. Pit, half the time? He didn't even know where he was anymore!
He was getting awfully disoriented . . . And frustrated. Definitely frustrated.
WHERE: All over Haven.
WHEN Any time between the 10th and the 15th (basically, the span of the event)
WHAT: Thundercracker is attempting to learn to control his new teleporting ability. His efforts are taking him - according to him - "all over fragging creation!"
WARNINGS: Grumpy jet? Grumpy jet appearing unannounced in your washrack/shower? 8D;;;
NOTES: Feel free to have him appear wherever. Just be sure to specify the location. And don't forget to add your tag to the post! (Or if you can't, PM me and I'll do it. =3 )
Pit, how did Skywarp manage this!? He made it look so easy! He could teleport on a half-fragged thought and still hit his mark with perfection. Well . . . up to a certain distance, anyway. But even then, at least he managed to get where he was intending to go! And didn't just jump without even meaning too! This was RIDICULOUS!
But . . . ridiculous or not, Thundercracker needed to master this. And fast. Because teleporting when he hadn't meant to was inconvenient at best! Potentially dangerous at worst. Plus . . . he could certainly see the advantage of having the ability. That, of course, went without saying, intimately acquainted as he was with the advantage to which his wingmate used it. And so, Thundercracker had decided to devote time to learning to control this newfound power.
Unfortunately, it meant a lot of bouncing around to places he hadn't meant to go. Pit, half the time? He didn't even know where he was anymore!
He was getting awfully disoriented . . . And frustrated. Definitely frustrated.
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"Pleased to meet you, Thundercracker. I'm glad here, we don't have to be enemies."
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Thundercracker hesitated a moment, gazing at the hand. The idea of peace was almost alien to him, and he really didn’t know what to do with it. Especially when the one sticking his hand out looked exactly like that irritatingly altruistic fragger who’d been a bur in his joints for almost as long as he could remember. But . . . that wasn’t this person, and despite the brands on the body’s shoulders, the human driving the mindless mechanoid was not a part of their war, not really. And the war didn’t exist here.
Finally, he nodded and took the offered hand in a firm grip. “So it would seem. Take care of yourself, Ginrai.”