It's a Race!

[copperkitty]

WHO: Blurr and Cheetor
WHERE: All over, but starting near Vector's temple
WHEN: Today
WHAT: Racing!
WARNINGS: Nothing can possibly go wrong

Cheetor was absolutely ecstatic! He was finally going to race Blurr! Sure it was "training" or whatever, but in his mind it would always be a race, and this cat was determined to do his best. Since Cheetor's middle name is "Over-eager" he was at their meeting place a short while before they were actually supposed to meet. Cheetor loved being early for things, this ensured that he didn't miss anything.

"This is going to be great!"

He said to no one, rotating idly on the spot. How fast could they go from here to Alpha Trion's Temple? Maybe they could race to all of them, wouldn't that be fun!

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[raceme]

Blurr was arriving when he heard the other mech talk to himself and smiles. Cheetor was always so energetic, even more than himself. He grinned.

"I Am int-er-rup-ting something?"

[copperkitty]

"Of course not!"

Cheetor spun around fully and saluted the older speedster eagerly. He was so delighted to get this started that he could barely contain his glee. But still, manners first.

"How have you been lately, Blurr?"

[raceme]

It was strangely nice to be in company of someone who was just nervous looking as him too. It made Blurr felt less weird.

"I got one of those strange gif that are appearing out of the blue BUT it wasn't a very nice one. DID you get anything?"

[copperkitty]

"No, didn't get anything." He was a little bummed out about that. That really wasn't fair! Even though it was probably best, he wondered why nothing really seemed to happen to him. You know, besides that time he died. Best not to think about that.

"So what'd you get anyway?" Cheetor asked, ignoring all social cues that indicated that this was not an appropriate question.

[raceme]

"Trust me _{maybe that was} for the best." It's always better if nothing happens to you than if what happens makes you angst. Or die.

Blurr suddenly looked very uncomfortable, shifting his weight from wheel to wheel. "I.. I got a crushed blue cube... It looked a lot like..well...me."

[copperkitty]

"..."

Of all the answers he might have been expecting, that really wasn't one of them. How did one even respond to that?

"That's sick! What's wrong with this place! Someone out there needs a good smack upside the head if they thought that was alright!"

Rawr hiss he could go on a rant about this forever.

[raceme]

It's fine Cheetor, you didn't knew.

"yeahIagreewithyouonthatone....I have NO idea why the lambda pulled that joke on me. I don't _{want to} know."

Maybe it's better to change the subject. "Well ehm...shouldn't we start?"

[copperkitty]

Deeply troubled by that, Cheetor manages to calm himself down enough to manage a sort of smile. Oh right! They came here to race didn't they? Cheetor perks up a lot more and gives Blurr a thumbs up!

"I'm ready when you are!"

Just say the word and he's gone!

"So where should we run to?"

[raceme]

Racing is good, it keeps their minds occupied.

"Everywhere!" I, 2, 3...."Let's go!"

Time to start. Go catch up, kitty. he's heading to Liege's quadrant because it has the weirdest terrain and the most fun to race.

[copperkitty]

Cheetor grins and charges his engines as he tenses up and prepares to spring forward. Excitement floods his body as the world itself feels like it's slowing down. Starting out is always his favourite part of running, besides the actual running itself. He swears that moving as fast as he can feels like freedom itself. Oh he's not trying to run away from his troubles, quite the contrary. Going fast is the best way to find the next exciting thing.

His spark jumps and suddenly he launches forward, leaving behind a yellow trail identical to Blurr's blue. Laughing with delight as the world turns into a colourful blur, he narrows his eyes and focuses all of his energy to his legs, caring more for power than finesse. It's way more fun to barrel your way through some solid object than to go around it right?

"That the best you can do?"

He shouts to Blurr as he manages to catch up. Up until now, he has never ran against someone who moves at least as fast as he can. This is a rather interesting moment that he hopes he can experience again someday.

[raceme]

Blurr is more careful while running. Going though things might be fun but it can also slow you down (as well as hurt), and sometimes a few seconds make a big difference. It's strange for him to be able to talk to someone else while running and he appreciates the change.

All his life he has been wondering why was he made so different, why no one else seemed to complete understand what was he saying. It was a lonely existence until the moment he met Cheetor.

He gives the younger bot a crocked smile. "I didn't want to tire you too quickly. We just started after all."

[copperkitty]

Cheetor continues to power his way forward, completely disregarding anything that gets in his way. Sure this got him into lots of trouble back home on Iacon, but out here in the open it's perfectly okay right? A little collateral damage never hurt anyone.

"Ha! I'll crash before I get tired! Give it all you've got!"

With that challenge, Cheetor focuses on edging forward, determined to outrun the other speedster.

[raceme]

As long as he doesn't destroy anything that the FirstForged deem important, then yes it's perfectly okay. Blurr is a little concerned about Cheetor's hitting something too hard for his frame to handle. YOU DIED ONCE ALREADY, SIR.

But, oh boy, you don't have you tell him that twice. "OhisthatSo? You asked for it."

Blurr's engine revved loudly and he speeds up until he's just a blue blur in the distance.