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re_alignment_logs2012-07-28 10:38 am
winged_knight) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-07-28 10:38 am
Entry tags:
- !npc | vector prime,
- !open,
- brave police: j-decker | deckard,
- brave police: j-decker | gunmax,
- tf: animated | blurr,
- tf: classics | elita one,
- tf: dreamwave | jetfire (crau),
- tf: dreamwave | starscream (crau),
- tf: idw | drift,
- tf: idw | wing,
- ✘ ace attorney | kay faraday,
- ✘ dead space | vandal,
- ✘ persona 4 | teddie,
- ✘ real steel | noisy boy,
- ✘ tf: animated | prowl,
- ✘ tf: animated | swindle,
- ✘ tf: bayverse | barricade (crau),
- ✘ tf: bayverse | mirage,
- ✘ tf: beast wars | dinobot,
- ✘ tf: idw | first aid,
- ✘ tf: prime | miko nakadai,
- ✘ tf: prime | wheeljack,
- ✘ tf: shattered glass | soundwave (crau)
[Open - Communal] Meet 'n' Greet!
WHO: Anyone! Hosted by Wing, Vectorians especially encouraged.
WHERE: One of the larger upper platforms in Vector Prime's Quadrant.
WHEN: Now
WHAT: Mixer for Vectorians and general social gathering for everyone.
WARNINGS: None yet. (But there's booze so...at the very least there might be bad karaoke)
Upon entering Vector Prime's domain it's obvious that things are a foot. The typically serene atmosphere is enlivened with notes of music and the murmur of voices punctuated by the occasional bubble of laughter that filters down from the upper heights, a soft glow of illuminating one of the larger platforms with a structure built on it. Colorful streamers fly from crystalline light poles, marking the way through the various crystal bridges and small platforms, until one reaches the large terrace on which the gathering is situated.
A large pavilion-like structure, enclosed on two sides but otherwise open to a majestic view of the gorge and beyond, shelters the bulk of the gathering. Its roof is several stories tall, enough to accommodate their First Forged benefactor should he choose to join them, and what could be considered a dance floor sprawls off to the side. The platform edges have been lined with a railing here unlike most of the others, to waylay any highgrade assisted trips into the gorge itself. Along another wall, nearest the open area, speakers and other equipment have been setup to provide music and other entertainment. One of Vector Prime's Acolytes greets newcomers with a simple nod, and may later be seen looking after the replenishent of refreshments as needed.
Tables of typical Cybertronian height line one wall, where tapped cylinders of softly glowing energon, both standard and highgrade, sit alongside cubes waiting to be filled. Various pieces of make-shift seating suitable to the average mech are scattered around. Central to the pavilion is a wide raised platform, about waist height to the average Cybertronian, designed to allow the shorter attendees to converse with their taller robotic fellows at eye level. Human scale ladders allow access to and from the floor, and occupying the platform is a buffet table accompanied by several mis-matched chairs.
The buffet table is covered with an eclectic assortment of refreshments and serving implements more suitable to organics, mostly non-perishable pantry type goods, (you can be certain there's Twinkies!) along with a odd collection of various alcohols including a bottle or two of whiskey. At the end of one table sits an old refrigerator on its back, now tasked with being a simple ice box, filled entirely with chunks of clean snow and ice from Liege Maximo's quadrant. Accompanying it are wax paper cups and a pitcher of fruity syrup that smells reminiscent of Kool-Aid. (make yourself a snow cone!)
The pavilion is attached to a larger building, two doors at the rear of the pavilion each lead to two separate rooms. One that appears to be in use for the storage of unused supplies and materials while the other is filled with makeshift seating of various sizes, creating a more relaxed atmosphere. To the rear there is access to a second floor, the rooms of which appear to be currently unused.
Barricade and Soundwave have agreed to provide musical entertainment for the evening.
Miko may play some guitar for us if we can find a way to power her amp.
Wing will perform a traditional narrative sword kata with some musical accompaniment.
Vector Prime himself may make an appearance at some point as well.
((---This is COMMUNAL log and designed to be a mixer, so post to note your attendance and then tag around!---))
((If you'd like to do a game, performance or other activity feel free to make a post for it and let me know, then I'll highlight it here.))
((I tried to set a foundation for the scene but leave a lot of stuff open, so feel free to embellish where you like. We have access to pretty much anything that's mundane though likely it comes from the Junk Pile. Feel free to have your character bring something if they want.))
WHERE: One of the larger upper platforms in Vector Prime's Quadrant.
WHEN: Now
WHAT: Mixer for Vectorians and general social gathering for everyone.
WARNINGS: None yet. (But there's booze so...at the very least there might be bad karaoke)
Upon entering Vector Prime's domain it's obvious that things are a foot. The typically serene atmosphere is enlivened with notes of music and the murmur of voices punctuated by the occasional bubble of laughter that filters down from the upper heights, a soft glow of illuminating one of the larger platforms with a structure built on it. Colorful streamers fly from crystalline light poles, marking the way through the various crystal bridges and small platforms, until one reaches the large terrace on which the gathering is situated.
A large pavilion-like structure, enclosed on two sides but otherwise open to a majestic view of the gorge and beyond, shelters the bulk of the gathering. Its roof is several stories tall, enough to accommodate their First Forged benefactor should he choose to join them, and what could be considered a dance floor sprawls off to the side. The platform edges have been lined with a railing here unlike most of the others, to waylay any highgrade assisted trips into the gorge itself. Along another wall, nearest the open area, speakers and other equipment have been setup to provide music and other entertainment. One of Vector Prime's Acolytes greets newcomers with a simple nod, and may later be seen looking after the replenishent of refreshments as needed.
Tables of typical Cybertronian height line one wall, where tapped cylinders of softly glowing energon, both standard and highgrade, sit alongside cubes waiting to be filled. Various pieces of make-shift seating suitable to the average mech are scattered around. Central to the pavilion is a wide raised platform, about waist height to the average Cybertronian, designed to allow the shorter attendees to converse with their taller robotic fellows at eye level. Human scale ladders allow access to and from the floor, and occupying the platform is a buffet table accompanied by several mis-matched chairs.
The buffet table is covered with an eclectic assortment of refreshments and serving implements more suitable to organics, mostly non-perishable pantry type goods, (you can be certain there's Twinkies!) along with a odd collection of various alcohols including a bottle or two of whiskey. At the end of one table sits an old refrigerator on its back, now tasked with being a simple ice box, filled entirely with chunks of clean snow and ice from Liege Maximo's quadrant. Accompanying it are wax paper cups and a pitcher of fruity syrup that smells reminiscent of Kool-Aid. (make yourself a snow cone!)
The pavilion is attached to a larger building, two doors at the rear of the pavilion each lead to two separate rooms. One that appears to be in use for the storage of unused supplies and materials while the other is filled with makeshift seating of various sizes, creating a more relaxed atmosphere. To the rear there is access to a second floor, the rooms of which appear to be currently unused.
Barricade and Soundwave have agreed to provide musical entertainment for the evening.
Miko may play some guitar for us if we can find a way to power her amp.
Wing will perform a traditional narrative sword kata with some musical accompaniment.
Vector Prime himself may make an appearance at some point as well.
((---This is COMMUNAL log and designed to be a mixer, so post to note your attendance and then tag around!---))
((If you'd like to do a game, performance or other activity feel free to make a post for it and let me know, then I'll highlight it here.))
((I tried to set a foundation for the scene but leave a lot of stuff open, so feel free to embellish where you like. We have access to pretty much anything that's mundane though likely it comes from the Junk Pile. Feel free to have your character bring something if they want.))
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These robots sure know how to party.
No really, for a bunch of mechanical beings, she had to give them credit on attention to detail, especially for the human things. And snow cones? That was just the icing on the cake. Consider her impressed.
"Wow, you guys went all out...!"
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"Technically, it's rather bare, I think. Lacking a lot of supplements, but for what we have to work with, it is rather impressive..." She trailed off with a small shrug. More than impressive, really. It wasn't really that they didn't have supplies, especially not for the cybertronians, but it was making it all that was probably the bigger issue here.
"But it's still enough, for you?" She waved a hand at the tables set up for those of the organic persuation.
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There's a glass of high-grade in his hand, obviously, as he scouted the party floor for anyone he might find recognizable.
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All that staring awkwardly in a corner made him thirsty and Blurr finally approached one of the tables to fetch himself something to drink. He smiled at Wheeljack and then looked at the drinks confused. "Whyaretheretwoofthem?"
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I'm sorry Wheeljack, but you are the burliest mech here
Oh gosh First Aiddddd babyyy~
HE LIKES THEM BIG AND STRONG. I'm so sorry.
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Social interaction, how does that work?
He will figure out that one day but for now he's doing what he does best:
SpyWatch and try to analyze what the others are doing from a discrete point near one of the wall. Blurr's still pretty noticeable, in case you want to bother him.]I'll you decide if it's high grade or not. ;)
"Blurr. I'm glad you came. You're certainly looking better than I saw you last. How's the arm?" He offers a warm smile and a cube of energon.
Oh god..let's say it is even if Blurr didn't notice yet, for the fun. :3
/cackles
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In this case, he was making himself quite at home at the buffet table, greedily taking anything he could get his paws on. It was without a doubt that he sampled at least everything once, especially fond of all the sweet treats that were probably less than healthy for him. The only things he didn't try were the different alcohols, their strong scents being too much for his sensitive nose to take and therefore very off-putting.
The main event for him, of course, was the ice box. Although it wasn't 'ice cream' ice cream, Teddie was no strange to snow cones and was even known for being rather selfish when it came to eating them back home. Anyone else who may want one might have to push him out of the way because that big bear mouth can fit in a lot of food...
Although he looked pretty absorbed in what he's doing, his ears twitched every so often, alerting him of his surroundings. He's slowly but surely getting better when it came to trusting the more robotic citizens, but at the same time he still met some not-so-nice examples. He saw no reason to suddenly put his guard down completely.
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"You must be Teddie. I trust you're enjoying yourself?"
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Only a few bots here had actually seen her face. Heard her voice. And none of them knew her real name.
She finds the whiskey and a few meager snacks to choke down (she doesn't really feel like eating still). She's going to have to thank Wing later for actually tracking down her drink of choice.
Nobody's going to miss one of these bottles, right? So she just takes it and wanders. Fortunately for her escort, she'd promised him a break from having to look after her, and she'd left the swordsmech with the expectation that he should be very drunk when she finds him next.
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He follows the other movement and makes no comment about the bottles but when it walks near him he voices his worries. "Areyoualright?"
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Toudou telling him to quit being so reckless while repairing him. Boss's cheery smiles and how they all could make him laugh.
So it's very hard right now to deal with the fact that not only is Korra still missing, but McCrane is still not quite ready to come out of the medbay yet. It's weighing on him.
A party is a great idea to properly distract him and maybe try to do this overcharged thing that Breakdown mentioned. That'd be nice. Hell, maybe even the Big Lug himself will show.
Regardless, Gunmax has arrived and he's snagging himself some energon. Not that he's rushing as badly these days to refuel, but it's something to hold and do.
Right, yeah. He also misses the flavor of gasoline. Energon's nice and peppy, but to not be able to have gas anymore is a bit of a kicker, too. Bit by bit, this place finds ways of separating him even further from home.
It sucks.
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The knight's demeanor is quite jovial regardless of only knowing the Earth native for a short time. He smiles and rests a cordial hand briefly on the other mech's arm. "I hope you're having a good time. If you need anything please let me know."
It's a thing Wing does, touch as part of expression, particularly when empathy is involved.
The highgrade also helps.
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He preferred smaller gatherings. He preferred a different type of gathering, but Starscream had insisted and while he could just have ignored it, he'd let himself been talked into it. Similar to a few other times, except the difference here is a slide to the left of the circumstances.
And while he'd prefer to just make a round, perhaps find someone likeminded to talk to, this time he's (for the moment) explicitely here with the Seeker who barged in like he owned the place, and Starscream would never stay up against a wall.
So he's out on the floor, frowning at the energon in his hand.
High-grade, of course.
When he suggested Starscream go get something, he hadn't really meant for him as well.
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Who else it could be? It was an absurd question and Blurr knew it but he wanted to get his attention. The bigger mech looked just as uncomfortable here as Blurr.
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The cube in her hand, while certainly high-grade, was only filled to half, and not because she'd already drunk it in the short while she'd been wandering about the pavilion. No, it's been very deliberately filled to that amount, and she's only taken a small few sips as of yet.
The view from the platform was stunning, however, and she'd slowly been drawn to the edge, peering down and following the shimmering, sparkling cables and strings. It's enough to make one homesick, which was awkward when she technically was home, and she hasn't even spent too much time on Cybertron.
Just not the right version.
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"That looks pretty awesome!"
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Practically bursting into the party, Soundwave has his arms outstretched; one hand holds a keytar and the other is just held out, as if looking for a high-five.
"So what's the idea, dudes an' dudettes? We gonna rock, or are we gonna rock?"
He begins to strut over to a couple of boxes, hopping on top of them as he delicately cradles his keytar.
"We ready for this, you beautiful people?"
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"WE ARE GONNA ROCK!!"
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And that demeanor didn't change as he moved about the room pretty much acting like he was the most important thing there (which in his mind, he was). He left Jetfire to get them both a drink
and drug Jetfire'sbefore he maneuvered around again.Despite his cocky attitude, at least he was relatively behaving himself and hadn't (yet) started any fights or attempt to shoot, maim, or otherwise taunt anyway.
Of course that would probably change within a matter of minutes knowing him.
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And look he even has a pair of cubes of high energon. "Hm...hello."
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He still, however, looked more like part of the statuary than anything else. He stood, stock still, untouched drink in hand, and watched. He listened. He probably spooked people when he brothered to say anything-- stealth was simply second nature to him.
He was there, all the same. Lurking. He doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but he probably is.
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"Owww... what did I trip on?" She asked aloud, though she really was only talking to herself it didn't sound that way.
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When he's not mixing with the crowd (or making eyes at certain other white mech), he's simply standing by the rail, cube in hand, and watching the festivities unfold. A air of peaceful gratification hangs about him and he seems as approachable as ever.
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"Thank you for having a party." She says with a smile. "It's really nice to get to know the people who are here."
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In the meantime though, he'll grab a cube or two and schmooze a bit. That's the idea of this whole get-together, isn't it? Get in touch with other folks around here.
Maybe make a little trouble while he's at it. The usual.
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fantastichorrible influences. He spotted Barricade and while he was still wary of the other mech he was also curious. The drinks helped to make Blurr feel more relaxed, though. He approached the former Decepticon with a small smile, it never hurt to be polite."HelloBarricadesIwasn'texpectingyouhere."
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Even if most of it is bigger than he remembers lately.
His headset isn't around his neck for now, having been carefully removed and stashed somewhere safe. If his boxing abilities comes up, he will simply have to explain.
For now, this is about the crowd watching. And how he has missed that most of all.
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"Hey there, I didn't know you were coming! This officially makes this party rock!"
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Now that he's here, though, all he feels is entirely out of his element. Streamers,pavilions, an entire table of stuff he's never seen; it all just reminds him how little he knows of peace.
Still, he wants to learn.
He has no clue how, so he settles himself off to one side, wishing he'd thought to grab the weak, medical grade emerging from Vandal.
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"Drift!Areyoufeelingbetter?"
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It would take some convincing for this guy to really join in on the festivities. He was a warrior, not some kind of social partybot.
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"Oh look, it's Mr. Grumpyface."
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He's our self-appointed bouncer!
Let me in or I'll get physical with yooou~
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She did look around for Raf, if he was here, to enjoy some time with him and make sure he is doing alright. And she kept her eyes open for any of the other robots she had talked to.
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"Hello there little miss."
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He's just having a hard time relaxing. His mind is still on poor McCrane, at rest in the medbay and Korra who is currently MIA.
He fidgets, a cube of energon in his hand, feeling alien. He hasn't really touched it.
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He's had more than his share of over-serious mechs at parties lately, so Barricade is out to correct the issue as best he can. Who knows? It has to be easier than convincing Optimus Prime to try to dance with him.
And fidgeting? Fidgeting definitely warrants a bit of prodding at.
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So obviously copious amounts of highgrade was the answer to his social problems.
It wasn't really the thought that inebriation would suddenly make him a charisma wizard, it was more the idea he'd stop caring about embarrassing himself possibly. First Aid had a cube in hand, already half downed. It was a rare sight to see him with his mask open in public, but generally it kinda needed to be if he was going to drink himself to oblivion.
And he'll do himself a favor and keep away from the dance floor and instead just look for people he might know.
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Whereas First Aid suffers some social awkwardness and how to interact with others, Soundwave does not seem to understand the meaning of shy or social incapability. No, as a matter of fact, he's sliding himself smoothly from the dance floor, sliding over a chair, and plopping himself down not far from First Aid at all.
Right. It's not as if he's unaware of how he looks and the confusion it might bring First Aid, but he tends to forget it. It's just never been a problem at home. Even Cliffjumper got used to him.
"S'up! Yer not gonna play wallflower all night now, are ya?" he cheerfully inquires, toying with the ends of his headband. He can at least expect that this First Aid is not going to be anywhere near psychotic as the one he's more familiar with.
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Wing's Kata Performance (god this got embarrassingly long)
Once the party is well in stride and most of the attendees have arrived, Wing decides it's time for his exhibition. There have been a few other musical performances but his was intended to be more of a visual spectacle. Ceremonial katas had long been a means for the Circle of Light to preserve both weapon form and historical record combined into artistic display. He makes a request of the mech currently manning the music, handing him a data slug with a smile and a pat on the shoulder.
With that he calmly walks to the area to the side of the pavilion, away from the glare of the well lit pavillion to where there is more open space. He makes no announcement, but the change in musical tone may be enough to grab people's attention, or the sound of his plasma blades singing to life. The jet stands quietly with his back to the crowd, his reverse grip on the weapons loose, the jut of each blade crossing over Wing's back. The flickering energy tints his white folded wings an electric blue; light catching and multiplying in the gem of the Great Sword's hilt.
His frame, though stock still, seems to hold a certain kinetic energy as the music begins. It's subtle, both the harmony and the beat it's set to, and not so loud that the hum of the energy blades can't be heard. Rather, they compliment each other. It's late enough that the sun has fallen behind the tall cliffs sheltering the gorge and Vector's temple area, making the cyan glow of Wing's plasma blades stand out brightly in the twilight.
When the music hits a certain beat he moves, swords flashing in the dimness as they whirl about him, leaving trails of light behind. They are mobile in his hands, like a living extension of his self, one occasionally launching into the hair only to find its way easily back into his grip again. His frame moves with them, turning, twisting and leaping, the flight panels on his back full extending at various points during the exhibition.
There's a raw earnestness in the movements; passionate, bold, aggressive. They begin slow, setting the stage for a story, and it's easy enough to track the movements at first. But the speed and the tone picks up. Getting faster, and gradually more fervent.
There's a tonal shift in the music, a slight discordance in the harmony now, and Wing's movements pick up speed, becoming more frantic, even desperate. He is venting hard now, the motions punctuated by hard gasps or sharp hisses. The sense of conflict, battle, not just versus an opponent but also versus self, is evident in the scene, which crescendos in a shattering moment when the swords clatter away and he falls to the ground, suddenly overtaken by silence and the gloom of twilight.
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But the music does not stop there. After a moment of tense silence a note rings, a new harmony, and the figure of the knight moves, rising slowly. The gold optics flicker open again as an upraised hand grasps the hilt of the Great Sword, pulling the ancient weapon from his back. Reflected light licks along the great blade as it reaches an apex over Wing's head. Then his hand on the hilt lowers, the other coming up to cradle the blade as it slides through his fingers. His stance leans back until the blade points at the ground, the bright blue of the crystal casting gentle light on Wing's silver face.
There's a reverence in this, in the way Wing touches and moves with the weapon. A sense of newfound hope, a respect for old wounds, and the beginning of a new journey. A heaviness fills the air like a presence that wasn't there before. The dark blade seems to catch and reflect every bit of ambient light, as if calling to its own. Though the ancient weapon might not be active, it is awake and alive in its bonded's hands.
Wing begins moving again, slow and measured this time, the heft of the huge weapon far different from the wild swings of the plasma blades. This is patient and careful, calculated, every great swing a solid commitment of power and energy. The blade sings through the air with each sweeping stroke, some circular and low to the ground while others arc around the jet's body at great speed. Wing's amber optics, far brighter than usual, leave steamers of gold in their wake as he moves. The unearthly song of the blade cutting the air is joined by another, louder sound; a high keening in harmony with the weapon and the musical accompaniment, coming from the jet himself.
The final movements bear both an uncertainty for the future and the determination to meet it regardless. When this phase crescendos it's more gently this time, leaving the knight bent on one knee behind the Great Sword standing point down before him. The light dancing through the runes in the blade quiets again, fading from the gem in its hilt.
With little fanfair save a smile, Wing rises and returns the sword to its place on his back, retrieves the hilts of his plasma blades and returns to the bulk of the party goers.
((The first part of the kata is reminiscent of this minus most of the stomping.))
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"Oh, Wing that was a great performance. You are very talented with the sword.
Blurr is talking at normal speed. It might be a bit shocking at first, until you realize he's
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(This is beautifuly well done and reads almost in time with the soundtrack, well done~!)
/sobs quietly, Thank you!!! :D I love Miko's reaction. ^____^
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Welp. You win for weeaboo. XD
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And thus, now he was wandering around, humming to himself or singing out loud while investigating the temple. He found the doors at the rear of the pavilion and stared at them for the longest time, trying to remember how doors worked. When one of them finally opened Blurr
giggledlaughed softly and leaned against the frame (why was the floor spinning? he will had to ask Vector Prime about that.) so he could take a good look inside."Ohhh... nice room."
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He just happens to catch Blurr's verbal assessment of the rooms there and wanders on over, bumping into the blue mech as he tried to look over his shoulder.
"What's in it?"
Perfect. This will end well I know it already.
It will be a beautiful mess
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So he's just going to stand there, dumbfounded by everything that's going on around him. He probably sticks out like a sore thumb, being bright red in a sea of whatever colours. But nothing beats the wide-eyed glance he seems to be giving everything.
"Perdono?"
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And the faction symbols on his pauldrons are looking particularly gouged-out.
He's hardly going to going to say anything about it, though, or let someone from his timestream get him down. Which is why Barricade is going bold and walking right up to him. "Decided to join your fellows out here, I see. Good show of solidarity~"
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Upon entering, Swindle had to admit that he was very impressed with the arrangements. Not just the party -though that was nicely and stylishly done- but the whole structure itself. Swindle had an appreciation for well built things (the better built the more valuable after all) and Vector Prime'sdomain certainly drew his attention. Hmm, maybe he should have a look around sometimes. After all, who knows what treasures he could find here.
Exploring was fun, but it would have to happen later. Now was a time to check out his fellow party-goers. Since he was nicely and fashionably late, a few were already deeply into whatever they were doing. For the moment Swindle decided to take some high-grade and hang out next to the wall. Yes yes, he'd get around to the actual talking part of socializing once he got a good look at everyone...
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"Oh you are here too." Blurr noticed Swindle, and high as he was he thought that it couldn't hurt to say hello. He was trying that socializing thing himself. Blurr also was, uncharacteristically enough, speaking at normal speed. "Enjoying yourself?"
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As far as it had reported, all was well. More than well, really. The descriptions were enough to have Vector make a detour on his flight, and he ends up hearing the sound of it quite a distance away. Then he sees it.
At first, his path is nothing more than a flyover - an almost lazy sweep high in the sky, simply observing. He may not even be seen or noticed. Eventually, though, as the gather continues, as the music goes on...a few beats of the latter trickle upwards, faintly reaching his audial sensors. There's a short time of it processing, calculated, the tempo measured and paced...
...and then he dives.
It's a spiral, a twist, and then a harsh turn and climb upwards; a dance all of its own as he follows a path only he can see. More than just that, though; Vector is, and shows himself to be capable of flying maneuvers that most jets simply can't accomplish, flying straight up long enough to stall others, to make sharp turns that defy inertia...
But it all still flows. There's a grace to it all, a sublime sense of motion - every movement is built off the former, leading in to the next without missing a single beat. Apparently, Vector Prime has a thing for - casually - making a display of his own.
Once in a while.
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You know what else he is? A bit high right now. He shouldn't be talking to Vector at all.
But there here is. Clapping.
"Oh that was pretty." Blurr is also talking at normal speed, which is probably a clue of hos drunk he is at the moment.
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