re_alignment_logs | quicksilver

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.]

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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.

... 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.

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.]

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?

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

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

What's the point in that?

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

Why not?

So sensitive, aren't we?

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

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.

My what?

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

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.]

[Gunmax's face basically says "I have no fucking clue what you're talking about" and the little shrug he gives afterwards basically says "Nor do I give a fuck". BODY LANGUAGE, BABY.]

... Did no one give you The Talk when you came off the assembly line?

Seriously?

[DELIBERATELY MISREADING THAT SHRUG.]

Well apparently not. Since you're so eager to run your mouth, why don't you tell me.

[That wasn't a request spill it punk]

[The smirk turns into a full-fledged grin.]

Say please.

Edited 2014-02-22 07:36 (UTC)

Please.

[He clearly doesn't mean it. That please was the most deadpan please EVER in history.]

Sorry. Didn't hear you.

[Sideswipe, you're enjoying this.]

Oh, too bad. Your hearing must be going. How unfortunate for you.

[Gunmax doesn't like to repeat himself punk. PUNK.]

Mmm, no, my hearing is flawless. Like the rest of me.

So I guess you won't be hearing the Talk, then.

[SNORT. "flawless", sure.]

Guess not, baby. Guess I'll just have to go find someone who isn't an asshole and ask them.

There's that word I like so much.

Maybe I'll be kind and accept that, instead of politeness.

[Sideswipe did you even listen to what he said? No? No, you didn't.]

[dude he just called you an asshole jesus]

Whatever, works for me.

[An Asshole Jesus wow, he'd be honored if he was paying attention.]

Are you sure you're ready for this?

[Gunmax just nods and waves his hand in that "GET ON WITH IT" sort of way. COME ON, SAY THINGS.]

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