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[stabbywheelfeet]

WHO: Sideswipe & OPEN
WHERE: The Junk Pile || OR || Around Vector's Temple
WHEN:  RIGHT NOW (2/20) 
WHAT: Training. Keeping in shape. AKA: Sideswipe is restless after recovering, and needs to move, or else bother Mirage forever.
WARNINGS: None.
Note: Two options for interaction! Note which one you'd like in the subject!

[A - Vector's Area]
[There is a sportscar tearing around the temple grounds. Faster than probably necessary. Louder than probably necessary, too. But he finally felt himself again. He finally felt up to moving about. And it was either this, or pester Mirage into wrestling with him.]

[He has a feeling that would do more harm than good, at this point. Things between them are awkward enough without him leaping on the red bot. So here he was -- driving around, stretching both his wheels, and, as he hits a corner hard, his legs. He slides into the transformation, turning the drive into a long-legged sprint.]

[It feels good to run. He feels better than he has in a long time, getting out and moving like this.]

[Do you approach or try to catch the speeding silver blur?]

~ ~ ~

[B - Junk Pile]
[And later, he takes his run out to the junk. There's no real place for him to practice his blade work, aside from this nasty place, and even after his run, there's still too much pent-up energy for him to go back to their room now.]

[There are a few large pieces of rubble standing upright as he pulls in. His headlights flicker for a moment, before he suddenly slams on the accelerator, and charges the nearest pillar. At the very last second, he transforms, sweeping a blade low, before yanking his arm up in a sudden, quick slice.]

[It carves a deep line across the pillar.]

[He swings around on one foot, coming back down in a stabbing lunge that leaves a hole straight through the pillar. But he doesn't stop there.]

[It's like some kind of madcap ballet, the way he spins and slices, kicks and stabs the imaginary enemies. Nothing is on his mind, for once, but the thrill of the fight. The excitement and energy from defeating your enemy, no matter if they were just practice or not. Where he is doesn't matter, the conflict between himself and his closest friend here doesn't matter.]

[There's only the fight. And he is utterly focused on it.]

Comments

B

[badboybikerbot]

[WELL if he's so focused on the fight then maybe he won't notice this green asshole on a motorcycle rolling up near by and just watching him do shit for a few minutes. Really though this was probably the most entertaining thing Gunmax had seen all day. He even gives the guy a little golf clap.]

You get points for style, but the execution was a little sloppy.

[yeah don't mind him he's just REALLY BORED.]

[stabbywheelfeet]

[He's thrown off for a moment, hearing the sudden voice, the clapping. No one had been here a second ago.]

[But this is Sideswipe we're talking about. He rolls with it, turning one final slice into a lazy turn, spinning to face the speaker. Not someone he immediately recognizes -- and the overall design is... different. His optics flick up and down the stranger once, before he decides they aren't immediately a threat...]

[... and strikes a pose.]

Hard to get points for style if there's anything sloppy about it...

Either that, or you don't know good execution when you see it.

[badboybikerbot]

[Oh God did that guy just

he did he's totally posing. Seems legit. Gunmax just gives the dude a shrug, clearly not all that impressed with the flashy display. He works with Shadowmaru okay you're gonna have to do better than that.]

I have to admit, when it comes to flipping around like a figure skater, I'm not much of a professional.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Fortunate, then! I am.

[He just beams. And paces forward a few steps -- okay, it's more like a few skating steps, but still. He'll put a hip waggle into it, anyway. Anything to show off leg and curve.]

[He's damn proud of his frame, okay. Everyone should admire it.]

And I can tell you, there is no one in this Haven with better moves.

[badboybikerbot]

[Either this dude thought he was a professional runway model or something or his hips were seriously out of alignment. Either way, Gunmax manages to look completely unamused, crossing his arms and leaning against his bike.]

Uh huh. Pretty bold words, don't you think?

[stabbywheelfeet]

I'm a bold sort of bot.

[The swagger didn't stop. If anything, it got a little worse as he approached. And paced around the bike, examining it.]

It's only fitting I use bold language.

[badboybikerbot]

[nope, definitely some kind of hip alignment problem. Nobody SWAGGERS like that on purpose. Is that a word? It is now.

Gunmax keeps his optics on Flashy McFlipsalot. He doesn't like people eyeballing his bike okay]

Hate to break it to ya, baby, but now you just sound like a try-hard.

[stabbywheelfeet]

[He had something witty to say there -- or at least he thought it was witty, anyway.]

[Except then there's the word "baby" and he stops, tilting his head.]

Hold on. Go back. What did you call me?

[badboybikerbot]

I called you a try-hard, weren't you paying attention?

[Seriously everyone is baby he doesn't even register it.]

A

[loyalflier]

[ sure, sure. you can run fast. drive fast... but is it fast enough to keep up with a jet?

so let's try this, all right? Starscream has no intention of catching Sideswipe. but instead he flies close behind...

and blasts right passed him. ]

[stabbywheelfeet]

[His first instinct is to slam on the brakes. Hey, you spend your entire life fighting jets, and then see how you handle one buzzing you.]

[One he doesn't immediately recognize, at that. But -- a chase is a chase. He accelerates again, as fast as he can, tearing after that jet.]

[loyalflier]

[ oh good. He had been about to slow down a little. As long as shots aren't being fired there's no reason not to play a little right?

Come on, though. Catch up. To taunt the other a bit - or encourage depending on how you see it - Starscream does a lazy corkscrew. He's high enough to maneuver, but riding pretty low. ]

[stabbywheelfeet]

[He could probably take a flying leap at some point, if this proved to be a danger. Maybe reach the flier with his blades, if he had to.]

[But for now, he presses forward, fast as his acceleration can take him, wheels throwing up a spray of ground debris behind him. His whole frame was built for speed -- only Jazz had ever been able to keep pace with him.]

[loyalflier]

[ no violence here. Only play time - not something often indulged in.

So Sideswipe can speed up. Starscream will make a right turn, dialing back a little on his engine. ]

[stabbywheelfeet]

[Playtime. With a jet? Unheard of!]

[At least, where he comes from. Over flat ground, he could possibly keep up with a human-made jet. There are a lot of things to dodge on this planet, and with the way this jet keeps turning, it's more difficult.]

[But he doesn't give up. Doesn't slow down.]

[loyalflier]

[ such a shame Starscream never modded into an Earth jet. But flying is great. Sideswipe should try it.

He slows though, cruising directly above the mech's helm. Starscream flips, flying upside down. ]

Enjoying yourself?

[stabbywheelfeet]

[He doesn't need to fly, thank you, he has his perfect wheels.]

[The voice is immediately familiar, and his engine revs. There's no way to jump in this form, but somehow, his frame gives the impression it would, if it could.]

You! What are you doing--?

B

[perfavore]

[The best thing about a cloaking device? You're never actually -seen-. So Mirage can observe the silver bot's fighting style in peace, without having to see him show off and possibly fumble.

He knew he would if he found out someone was watching. But when Sideswipe seems to be finished, or at least taking a breather, he steps into view, uncloaking himself.]

Your right side. It is always left open during that move.

[stabbywheelfeet]

[He jumps.]

[Of course, being startled means he's instantly on-guard. Immediately ready to attack. He spins, when he lands, weapons at the ready... even as his processor informs him he's being stupid, and that's Mirage's voice.]

[He calms, once he sees the red bot, and his head tilts, expression going from alarmed to annoyed.]

Don't do that.

[perfavore]

[While scaring Sideswipe wasn't intentional, he did feel a bit of pride at the thought of being completely under the radar. He still had his touch after all.]

Would a Decepticon play nicely? It could have been one instead of me.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Like I need to worry about a Decepticon, in this place. They all seem preoccupied with claiming to be "exes".

[He scoffs, and shakes the dust of a damaged pillar off one blade, irritably. He's more irked Mirage got the drop on him than anything.]

[perfavore]

You're not -still- upset over that, are you?

[He strides over, wings flicking down. That head cocks to the side, eyes squinting.]

He is long gone.

[stabbywheelfeet]

I don't want to talk about it, Mirage.

[As if to emphasize this, he slams his blade into the nearest pillar. Because that's mature and rational.]

I wasn't talking about you, anyway.

[perfavore]

[There's a slight wince at the..force used on that poor pillar. You seem bitter, Sideswipe.]

Then clarify.

You're far less beautiful when you're angry.

[stabbywheelfeet]

[He makes a scoffing noise, but the tension in his posture fades a little. Compliments always work.]

Apparently I'm in the wrong for reminding bots that Decepticons are murderers.