Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Sept 21, 2007 15:01:30 GMT -5
Fleetwind lovingly murders the sky. In an area a bit farther inland than the fledgling Decepticon base (and consequently, a bit closer to the Autobase-in-progress), he flits and he soars, practicing his maneuvers, honing his agility. He climbs, he twists, he stalls, he dives, he loops. Then he transforms, and he plummets, seemingly out of control before tucking his knees in, tumbling until his feet are pointed downward, and straightening. Once upright, he turns on both antigravs and thrusters full-force, and a roaring fills the air as he pulls out of his fall, but only-just. The reversal comes inches above the ground, but once it's come, he rockets once more skyward.
As he reaches the cloud layer, he draws his daggers and activates them. The red and green energy blades leave bright trails behind until he's completely obscured. Moments later, any above the clouds would see him burst through, trailing moisture and light behind him as the sun glints off the sparkling condensation.
He slows to a stop, hands held out from his sides, and hovers there in silence for just a moment before bringing his arms in front of him, bending forward at the waist, and starting to dive once more.
OOC: Feel free to consider this scene some time past any current scene. Any flier, Autobot or Decepticon, is welcome to join in.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 21, 2007 15:33:48 GMT -5
The encounter with Counterpunch left an artsy feeling in Jetstorm's mind. Well, mainly because all he got to do was talk about himself, and hone how he acted in the drama of his life. The tiny jet blasted away from the city and up into the clouds, before finding that they got him wet. WET. He transformed, hovering just above a cloud and whined, shaking his arms out.
"Stupid. Why did nobody inform me that these white masses are... Are wet! Bleh," the actor-at-spark sighed as he brushed a claw along his arm, swiping away beads of water that were there. While he preened, he was slightly distracted as he saw the clouds being molded into the shape of somebody having recently blasted through them a bit of a distance away.
"My my, somebody's having fun," Jetstorm said as he crossed his arms, barely seeing the form of Fleetwind dancing through the clouds. "Ah another performance artist!" He thinks for a moment, mainly on how to get his attention, and then decides the radio is the best way, seeing as he's small and although his colors are oddly bright, and he looks a bit odd, he's still tiny.
The radio is just enough to reach Fleetwind, much like Counterpunch did recently while they were on their little drive together. //Greetings there, fellow artist! Having fun, are you?//
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Sept 21, 2007 16:15:38 GMT -5
//Quite!// Fleetwind replies, twisting in his flight, swinging his legs around to move into a more horizontal flight... a bit slower, lazier, so as to better allow conversation.
//Your voice is familiar. Jetstorm, isn't it? I'm Fleetwind, but I wouldn't worry about remembering the name. We Seekers all look alike, anyway.// With that he twists, darts upward once more, and sheaths his daggers. His hands are barely away from the wingtip holsters when he transforms back into tetrajet mode.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 21, 2007 17:14:18 GMT -5
Glee! His voice is recognizable. Jetstorm clasps his clawed hands together, leaning his head against them in a happy, almost school-girlish way.
// Now now, if you were an uninteresting, boring, ground-bound lump of a mech, I would be less inclined to remember your name. However, you are a fellow flier! // Jetstorm is showing his lovely bias towards those who can fly. He did kick it off quite well with Thundercracker for the sole reason that the other seeker was, well... A seeker.
// Hm, pray tell what are you doing? It looks fun. //
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Post by Fleetwind on Sept 21, 2007 17:55:57 GMT -5
//Presently? Practicing.// Fleetwind's upward climb slows, stalls out. For a moment the pyramid jet hangs in the air. He starts to fall, nose still pointed upward, but before he goes down very far, with a few flicks of his steering he twists on his personal vertical axis, his nose moving to the side, then ground-ward. Once he's nose-down, he begins to dive once again.
//Focusing my agility. Training myself. But yes, it is very fun.//
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 21, 2007 18:30:04 GMT -5
The Aero General leans back in mid air, watching the larger flier having his fun. He casts his eyes down and then glances around at the skies, before sighing.
// May I join you? //
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Post by Fleetwind on Sept 21, 2007 18:39:28 GMT -5
//Well, the sky is wide open,// Fleetwind responds as he falls downward, engines still off. //I'm rather unused to flying with something so... small, but challenge is a good way to expand one's horizons.//
The Seeker tilts his ailerons, and starts to wobble in his fall. Starts to wobble and, slowly, to pull up. Slowly, he struggles against gravity, but it only gets him so far - his pyramid form is not built for gliding, after all. Eventually, the only way for him to stay in the air is to put on speed, and so he turns his thrusters back on, regaining the altitude he just lost.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 22, 2007 13:07:02 GMT -5
// ... Shut up. I was built this way. // Jetstorm pouts. He shrugs and then transforms, the powerful engines of his small form sending him flying over. He shuts his optics off, leaning into the wind, only letting his internal sensors guide him.
He may not have been built to pull tricks in the air, but the small jet did his best, dropping thousands of feet with no engines, attempting to imitate Fleetwind, before transforming to robot mode to blast his engines again and then shoot back up to the skies.
// Such flying... I cannot imitate you. I can only do my best to learn. Fleetwind, my good sir, would you teach me? // Jetstorm said softly as he lazily floated underneath the belly of a huge cloud, raising one clawed hand to look like he was touching it. Except it was wet. He'd have to put up with the wet.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Sept 22, 2007 14:49:48 GMT -5
Fleetwind climbs up and transforms, joining Jetstorm in his robot mode. //Forgive me. I had not intended to offend; I was merely making an observation.// And it's true! Fleetwind isn't used to flying with someone so small.
//I'll attempt to teach you, if you wish. In our free time.// The Seeker hesitates, suddenly nervous. //Have you... do Cybertronians still know of traditional Aerial Dance in your time, or has that art been lost?// He turns in the air, so that he's once more 'laying' with his back to the cloud, his front to the ground. This does give him the nicer view, after all.
The Seeker doesn't dart off just yet, waiting for an answer.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Sept 22, 2007 16:30:38 GMT -5
Off in the distance, there is something of a small grey speck. However, to judge by its altitude, it's probably not organic, unless it is some sort of mountain-flying crane or goose. It could possibly be some sort of native drone gone haywire, as its flight seems rather erratic.
Of course, it might just be a Transformer.
A tiny Valkyrie is out for a fly today. Skyblast is sketching without using any exhaust-smoke ink. He can see the pattern in his head, but he wants to know how it feels, what stresses it puts on his body. Skyblast also wants to talk some more to those who knew Slingshot's Optimus Prime before he makes the funerary painting. This is all just prep work, but it's fun, and more than that, it's important.
The sky-painter is so quite absorbed by his invisible sketching that he doesn't notice the larger yellow Seeker or the smaller blue Vehicon. They certainly might be able to see him.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 23, 2007 2:35:09 GMT -5
There's a pause from Jetstorm before he darts over and almost rests next to Fleetwind, using the other like a wall to lean on. But just barely. // I was created only to destroy, but once given free will... Things changed. You see me as I am now. However, I was still treated as something whose only purpose was orders. I do dearly wish I could have learned more, but... // His voice loses its artsy quality to it as he grows resentful. // But I was nothing more than a tool to be used and thrown away! And I only wanted to fly and have fun but NO. NO NO NO. // Head twitch, claws clench. // I will show him... //
The Vehicon teeters on the edge of his own mind, before he turns to Fleetwind, staring at the other. // Show me this Aerial Dancing. I want to lose my past and give myself a future. //
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Post by Fleetwind on Sept 23, 2007 9:53:46 GMT -5
//Ah, but we were all built weapons, all built to destroy, and yes, many of us, to follow orders. But that doesn't mean we can have no art. If you don't know it, though... your kind have already lost your pasts. But perhaps I can make this a gift to our future.//
//I can't actually show you a true dance, although I could show you the maneuvers. You see, the art started as a means of picking threes for Seekers - we traditionally travel and operate in groups of three, although not so much anymore, and the Dance has stopped being used to pick so long ago many modern Seekers are unaware of the tradition. It's hung on as an art form, but... barely.//
//You start with four or more fliers. Purists will claim they must all be standard-styled Seekers, such as myself, but I'm no Purist. One is chosen arbitrarily as the lead, but that position switched periodically through the dance. The lead picks the maneuver from moment to moment, and the others in the dance must pick up on what maneuver is being chosen, and perform it in tandem with the rest. When a mistake is made, it is the duty of other participants to fire on the one who did it, although modern versions will allow the use of a melee attack with a suitable weapon, if another dancer is close enough to do so. Being hit when you're attacked or fired on counts as a mistake, so if you don't dodge everything from one mistake, you open yourself up for another round of attacks. Thus, a single mistake can lead very quickly to a lot of damage, and to being taken out of the Dance.//
//There's no single victor, as this began as a method of choosing Threes. The last three in the air share victory. Of course, not everyone who fails to finish does so because they were shot down or sliced out of the sky. Withdrawal is a perfectly acceptable, and often healthier, method of losing.//
Fleetwind, so excited by the enthusiastic companion and with being able to share his art, had let his guard down more than he should have. Eventually, though, his long range visual sensors pick up on the Autobot, and he's even able to quickly identify him.
//Scrap!// he transmits to Jetstorm, then transforms back into alternate mode and darts up into the clouds, obviously not so concerned about the moisture. //Autobot!//
OOC: Yeah, I went a bit long into the expositionalizing, but this way I have a post to refer back to in the future so I can just say, "Fleetwind explains dancing," and link this post. Huzzah!
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Sept 23, 2007 12:30:41 GMT -5
Skyblast, alas, has still not noticed the two foes lurking in the clouds. He's pretty far from Autobot base, but he's not that far, is he? Distances all kind of blur when he's really booking it.
To Skyblast, it’s just him and the sky, the way it should be. There are no dark clouds of soot choking out the stars, just light, fluffy water clouds that tickle and refresh him whenever he cares to dive through them.
He doesn't particularly get closer to the Decepticon and Vehicon. Instead, he continues testing out the moves. This Optimus Prime was a lot simpler than his own Optimus Prime. He's at a bit of a loss on what to do when he runs out of what few details there are.
Maybe he could add some chamfers?
No, no, he needs to keep his artistic ego out of this. Shading! He could add some cross-hatching, go for a lithographic type look. That's an idea.
To someone who doesn't know what he's doing, it looks like a really bizarre series of maneuvers without any exhaust trail to give it context. They certainly don't look useful.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 23, 2007 19:23:49 GMT -5
If Jetstorm had facial expressions to be able to see, he'd look like a little child, hung on the every word of a story being told by their Grandfather. ... Or Grimlock listening to Kup. Either way, he was listening so intently, taking it all in, he barely could notice the outside world. One could probably even smack him upside the head and he'd just shake it off and resume listening.
// And I thought myself a performance artist as I listened and emulated the transmissions I received from other planets! // Jetstorm gasped as he leaned on one hand, looking up at Fleetwind. // I'm a sham compared to those of the past. I do look forward to learning more from you... //
Then the Autobot is spotted far off. Jetstorm peers off as Fleetwind darts up into the clouds and then shrugs and follows the larger flier's suit, though he's still confused as to seeing why another machine is bad. Ah well. Better to sometimes follow than to speak out and get your aft handed to you. He flies up, trying to remain as close to Fleetwind as possible and watching the other, interested in more not being seen by larger, more powerful robots. In short, making sure he didn't get shot.
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Post by Fleetwind on Sept 23, 2007 20:12:35 GMT -5
But Grimlock doesn't have a face, either!
Jetstorm's enthusiasm for the idea of Dance is most gratifying, and the Seeker smiles back. //I look forward to teaching you,// he answers, radio voice, as always, mild and polite. Then he turns his attention back to the Autobot.
//This one is an impressively skilled flier,// he explains. He remains in the cover of the cloud, but dares to move nearer, and lowers his head out just enough to watch what he's doing. //He did a number on one of my wings in our last encounter, and almost took off one of my forearms. Wreckage says he's a sky-painter.//
The Seeker shrugs. //Personally, I prefer my skies clear for dancing, but I have to admit, those maneuvers are impressive. Those are some amazingly tight turns he's pulling off.// With that, Fleetwind decides to watch a bit longer, partially out of general appreciation of another flier's skill, but mostly because he's sizing up a foe's abilities.
The more he knows, the better he'll be able to defeat him in the future.
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