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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

[stabbywheelfeet]

Really? How sad. Because I'm enjoying myself.

[Yeah, Gunmax you can look at the damage to the random bits of pillar and trash all you want.]

[He's going to eye that bike.]

[badboybikerbot]

Uh huh, good for you.

[oh he notices, and he doesn't like it.]

What're you starin' at?

[stabbywheelfeet]

I know.

[That doesn't stop him.]

Your attachment.

[badboybikerbot]

[well then. glaring intensifies.]

Attachment. Really. You got a problem? Not everyone can turn into a vehicle.

[stabbywheelfeet]

No? Whyever not?

[And those hands are back on his hips, utterly nonchalant.]

[badboybikerbot]

Wasn't designed to.

[man as long as they aren't anywhere near the bike gunmax don't give no fucks]

[stabbywheelfeet]

Why not?

Even drones can transform.

[badboybikerbot]

Dunno. Never cared enough to ask. Gettin' a bit nosy there, aren't you?

[stabbywheelfeet]

Not really. Consider yourself lucky.

[He beams.]

I could do worse. Just ask the bot I made tell me about his night activities.

[badboybikerbot]

Ahh, so you really are a creep. I figured as much.

[unimpressed bot is unimpressed]

[stabbywheelfeet]

Oh come now. Don't tell me you're just as big a stick in the muck as he is.

[This isn't working. Okay. Fine. He can take it up a notch.]

A frame like that shouldn't be wasted.

[badboybikerbot]

Maybe if I knew who he was, I could make an accurate comparison.

[Well THAT might have worked. A tiny bit. Now Gunmax looks all weirded out and shit.]

You better be talkin' about the bike, pal.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Oh. Blurr.

[He says it like it should have been obvious. And there's a little smirk.]

Motorcycles aren't my type.

[badboybikerbot]

Oh. Okay. That guy. I should have guessed.

[Yeah no he has no idea who the fuck that is he's being a sarcastic asshole.]

Tch, you're gonna hurt her feelings if you say things like that.

[stabbywheelfeet]

... He's blue. And talks seven hundred miles per hour.

[He shifts his weight, that smirk still firmly in place.]

Does it transform or something? Because I like my bots talking.

[badboybikerbot]

Waaait, wait. I think I talked to that guy once.

[Like he was paying attention, he'd been too busy being the new guy. And pissed off.]

Not by itself.

[and gunmax is looking like he's considering hopping on that bike and leaving because DUUUUUDE.]

[stabbywheelfeet]

Oh good. Then I don't need to elaborate.

[He lifts a hand, to examine the joints there, before shooting Gunmax a glance.]

What's that supposed to mean?

[badboybikerbot]

Oh my God. It means it doesn't transform by itself. The hell do you think?

[stabbywheelfeet]

So... what? You push a button or something?

What's the point in that?

[badboybikerbot]

You think I'm gonna tell you something like that? Get real, buddy.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Why not?

So sensitive, aren't we?

[badboybikerbot]

Sensitive? I don't trust you, it's as simple as that.

[stabbywheelfeet]

All Spark, you think I'd asked you to show me your spark or something.

[But he's laughing, also like an asshole.]

It's just a question.

[badboybikerbot]

My what?

[Foreign bot has no idea bro. Spark plugs? do bp's have spark plugs.]

[stabbywheelfeet]

Your spark. Your most personal of parts.

[He drawls out the words, still grinning. Wow does he ever feel like he has the upper hand now.]