re_alignment_logs | He's not right for youuuuu

WHO: Cliffjumper and Blurr
WHERE: Somewhere in Vector's temple/Cliffjumper's room.
WHEN: Around now.
WHAT: Cliffjumper's been good, and not said anything about Barricade right when Blurr came back. Now he can't just keep his giant trap closed anymore.
WARNINGS: None. Yelling?

He'd been good. Good for a while now, and not saying anything, but he was definitely running out of ability? patience? to not question Blurr's sanity. Even if Barricade had obviously been removed from his own reality for a good while, Cliffjumper didn't really believe that would change everything and someone who'd chosen to be a Decepticon originally (and stayed that way) wasn't... well.

You didn't trust people like that!

But he wasn't sure when to say something, just out of the blue, now that the opportunity when he'd walked in on Blurr and Barricade after the former had just revived again had passed. He hadn't wanted to say something right then - well, he had, but he hadn't - because Blurr had just come back.

Right now, though, a good while later and having done other things so far and now simply hanging out, Cliffjumper was nearly vibrating with it, field twitchy as he kept looking over at Blurr, frowning, and then looking away.

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[Quite a bit of confusion, so it's probably just as well. Shrugging, Cliffjumper glances off briefly as he rubs the back of his helm, aiming his suddenly-embarrassed glower elsewhere.]

I'd rather be the first ya tell if somethin' goes wrong, so I can help, but I suppose that works too.

[Then he pauses, grimacing, shoulders slumping a little.]

Not that I really want somethin' to go wrong or anything, since that means you'd get hurt.

[He just wishes Blurr could be reasonable and not date and "ex" Decepticon!]

[He sees the embarrassed look but doesn't comment on it. Cliffjumper is still somewhat angry and now that he is finally calming down Blurr doesn't want to irritate him further.]

And I appreciate having someone who's not scared to talk to me about important things, specially if he believes I have lost my mind. I really do, Cliff. [Moving closer to cliff, Blurr bumps their shoulders together.]

Thanks for being such a good friend.

As if you don't think that was unreasonable. [Huffing, Cliffjumper nonetheless bumps back, smiling, before his gaze slides away and then back.]

Sure. No problem.

[Ignore the little twitchy flex of his EM field and brighter optics!]

Who, me? Perhaps. [The elite guard agent wonders if the bright optics are because Cliff is still in a bad mood or because his mood just got better. Either way, Blurr smiles back, happy that his friend is not yelling anymore.]

So we are fine now? Do you want to go for a drink or go racing? Unless you want to go shoot something in which case you can marvel yourself with my abilities to hit rocks, the ground and basically everything but the target.

[Neither, it's just because he's a bit embarrassed!]

Yeah, you. Don't see any other blue, super-fast racer and Elita Guard 'round here, do ya?

[Smirking a little, Cliffjumper shakes his helm and slides off his seat.]

Suppose so. And we can go have a race and then I can watch you not hit anythin' while ya train your aim.

[That's really cute, Cliffjumper.]

Super-fast racer no but we have now two more members of the Elite guard from my world. Their names are Jazz and Sentinel. [Blurr sounds cheerful now, happy to have more people from his own world.]

[Blurr stands up in a flash.] EyIamgettingbetter. Blackarachnia and I talked about using a smaller weapon that might suit me better.

[No it's not!]

Neither of which are here right now, or as fast as you, I'd bet. [With a grin, he shrugs.]

Nice you've got some people from your reality here, though. And trainin' usually does make ya better, but yeah, a smaller and lighter weapon might suit you better.

[Frowning thoughtfully, Cliffjumper crosses the room and opens the door for them.]

[Uh huh, if you say so.]

No but...okay, fine, I see your point.

It's good to see them again, I really missed talking with my coworkers. I'm sure you will like Jazz. [Sentinel...probably not so much. He's hard to befriend but he's not totally a jerk.] I promise I will try my best, teeeeaaacher. [He will do so much better the next time you see him fire, you'll see.

Blurr is glad that they talked about what bothered Cliff, even if it was a really awkward conversation. Now they can focus on enjoying a good evening together.]

Better do, ain't like I'm wrong. [He smirks and then reaches out to gently slap Blurr's shoulder kibble.]

And you better. Think part of the problem might also be your speed and tryin' to work that along with the way you shoot. When ya get better at it, probably won't be as much of an issue.

Jazz is usually easy to get along with, yeah. [Cliffjumper grins in agreement, and yeah. While it didn't turn out like he wanted it to (which he'd rather expected, anyway), and he'd still be frustrated, it was nice to have been able to get it off and have had it said.]

Abuse of an agent of the law! [He snickers, not mad at all.]

Doyouthinkisthat? [Blurr pauses, giving it a proper thought. Cliff might be right.] It feels odd not to do that. Like I'm wasting time doing things slowly. Ionlyhopeyouareright.

The one in your world too, uh? Must be a Jazz thing. [It really was. Blurr was touched by the ~~angry~~ concern.]

Uh-huh, terrible, I know!

[Grinning, Cliffjumper shrugs, completely unrepentant of his "crime".]

Might be. 'Cause tryin' to shoot at the speed ya can otherwise move at without havin' the routine down would probably foul your aim even more, especially with the recoil. When you get better, you'll be able to speed up, know to compensate for the recoil and still hit.

[Seemed the most logical issue with Blurr's problem with shooting.]

Or ya might need to try shootin' at your super speed or somethin', maybe that'll help?

And yeah, there is. I think most are pretty universal, even if they're not the same at all.

You could get arrested, even. Don't make me send Frank after you. [He will lick you all over and then sleep on your lap. What would you do, uh?]

[Blurr makes an unhappy face. The recoil. The doom of his existence.] I can only hope you are right. I want to get better quickly.

I'm afraid that if I do that I can hurt someone. [Someone that might be really, really far away too.] How's the me in your world? The Blurr in your original universe, I meant, not the mirror one.

Terrifyin'.

[Cliffjumper gives Blurr a clap on the nearest shoulder at his grimace.]

Don't see why ya wouldn't, and as long as you actually aim forwards and whoever's with ya on the range stands behind you, you could shoot however you wanted to.

... Except sideways or being you, since that would hurt whoever's with you. [In this case, Cliffjumper.]

Didn't actually meet him much... think he was sparked somewhere in the four million years we were crashed on Earth, so he's kinda young.

Absolutely. Soyoubetterbehave.

And anybody wants that. [Certainly not Blurr. He already hurt people int eh past by accident when he was brainwashed and access to bombs. Let's no repeat the experience.]

That young? How curious. Oh well, time to ride! [They finally reached the door of the temple. Blurr patted Cliffjumper back and transformed, waiting for his friend to change too before driving away.]

He's not right for youuuuu

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