[Video] Oooooops.

[knight_light]

[The feed fizzles on, something big in the way for a moment. It soon becomes apparent that it’s a giant metal foot. The Link is turned slightly on its side, and angled so it’s looking up at Drift and Wing. It was apparently Drift’s foot in the way.]

[The two are facing each other, moving in slow, deliberate movements. It’s almost like a dance, but not, and way too slow to really be...anything. What are these hippies up to?! Whatever it is, it’s clear that Wing is the one slowly guiding Drift through these odd, slow moves.]

[And Drift has clearly had enough of this. He stops, not hiding his frustration very well at all.]

...Seriously, though. we've been doing this for weeks. I think I get it by now. Would it really hurt to pick up the pace a little or-- or do something else for a change?

You are improving, Drift, but perfection takes time.

[Wing looks thoughtful, studying his student for a moment.]

Would it help to see the results of what all of the slow control will result in?


[Drift huffs slightly and straightens up, planting his hands on his hips and giving Wing a shrug.]

Couldn't hurt. As things stand now, it feels like I'm getting nowhere.

All right.

[Wing takes a fighting stance.]

You will do the first kata I taught you. Nothing more, nothing less. You'll go from start to finish as quickly as you can, understood?

[Drift nodded, mimicking Wing's stance.]

Quick as I can, got it. Say when.

Now.

[Wing says it even as he lunges at Drift. What follows is an impressive flurry movement. Wing strikes at Drift fast and hard, and Drift moves as though in response to block and dodge, despite the clear shock on his face. It’s a fight, it’s a dance, and for a moment it seems this may end with Wing not landing a blow on Drift at all.]

[Those experienced in combat may be the only ones to realize that from one movement to the next Drift’s footing ends up off, and so leaves the mech wide open to attack. Wing doesn’t hesitate to strike with a kick to Drift’s side. BAM!! Drift stumbles. He's able to regain his footing pretty quickly, but it's already too late. He knows what's coming next.]

Wait wait wait--

[This is lesson time, Drift. With a grab, a sweep of his leg, and not much more than a tug, all of which Drift should have been able to block had he managed to finish the kata, Wing will toss Drift aside, sending him tumbling across the ground.]

And that is why these kata need to be second nature. You lost your stance at the end, else you'd still be on your feet in front of me.

[Drift just stares up from the ground, clearly grumpy but not outright complaining. Yeaaah this was kind of his own fault. He waggled a hand in the air dismissively]

Okay, okay. I'll take my time with it.

[Wing smiles and steps up, offering Drift a hand to pull him back to his feet....and then gets a shocked look on his face, gaze going to the Link just beyond Drift's head...]

Oh...

What? Is something broken?

[Drift totally doesn't get it and starts prodding at his face with his free hand, y'know making sure nothing's actually broken.]

Wing?

[Wing covers his smile with one hand, making a soft buzzing sound.]

No, no, nothing's broken. But it seems we just put on a show for the residents of Haven.

[Drift gives him a confused look and glances around, finally spotting what Wing had been talking about. And then he looks absolutely mortified because wow. Wow.]

Oh hell.

Comments

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Oh that's. That's just low! I'm nothing like Ultra Magnus!

[deadlydoctor]

You know Ultra Magnus? [OH?] MY Ultra Magnus?

And yes you are, looking all serious and worried.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Yours? No. But if he's anything like mine, then I'm totally offended.

[deadlydoctor]

I really don't get it, there's mechs like Bulkhead, Optimus, Ultra Magnus...that are everywhere! There's at least one in all the universes!

I ever met another me. It's not fair.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Would you want to, though? I think if I ever met another me, I'd freak out.

[oh wait]

[deadlydoctor]

Yes, I would! It sounds like a fine experiment to see if the world's ready for two like me.

Freak Stu why? Different universes, this things happens. I've been here longer than you so maybe that's why I find it normal at this point.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

I'm just gonna take a wild guess right now and say that it isn't.

Probably. I just don't want to deal with it.

what did my phone spell-checker do to that last sentence...wtf

[deadlydoctor]

Now, you are just being rude and trying to hurt my feelings.

Not everyone's ready.

i was wondering who Freak Stu was for a minute and then decided it would be an awesome rapper name

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

No, I didn't mean it like that, you're just... you're kinda...

[Drift makes some awkward hand motions, as if that's supposed to help his explanation.]

I guess I'm not, then.

It was supposed to be 'freak out' but you know, that's a good name for a rapper

[deadlydoctor]

Yes? Go on...

[He wants to hear what you have to say because no, that's not helping.]

Give it time.

HEL YEA

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Flashy!

[TOTALLY SAVED IT RIGHT]

I guess it's kind of unavoidable, huh.

8D

[deadlydoctor]

...right.

[/Stare intensifies. Sure, flashy, sure...]

Yes. With the Lambda all it's unpredictable, I'm afraid.

8O

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

No, I mean it! I mean, you kind of stand out. A lot.

[only half bullshitting. dude you flashy as hell. Take it as a compliment.]

I don't really know how to prepare myself for something like that. I guess I'll just wing, it if it ever happens.

♥

[deadlydoctor]

why, thanks for noticing. I do like my red paintjob.

[He did, be happy that he's this vain.]

Try talking to yourself in the mirror as practice.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Hey, it's a good color.

[o KO you so silly.]

Does that actually work?

[deadlydoctor]

No it's a fantastic color. You could look good in it.

[Very much so and he won't change anytime soon.]

I don't know, I have no doppelgangers out there. But it's worth a try.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Well, I have a bit of red on me, but I'm pretty partial to the white.

[what even is this conversation what princesses]

Huh. If I manage to track down a mirror, maybe I'll give it a shot.

[deadlydoctor]

White is not a bad one. Mostly used by Autobots too, I wonder why is that. The decepticons were always more partial to just silver, so uncreative.

[One that Knock Out's enjoy.]

There's one in my room if you ever want to visit.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Really, now? I've seen loads of different colors on Decepticons. I used to have this overly complicated black and grey get up with red and gold trim. Not really missing that frame at all. I knew a guy that was this horrible combination of yellow, purple and teal.

[Manliest chat ever.]

Hah. Maybe I'll consider it.

[deadlydoctor]

In my world at least. They were also fond of dark blue and purple. [Knock Out gives Drift a curious look.] 'Used to have'? You were a Decepticon?

Yellow, purple and teal already sounds awful, I don't wanna imagine how that would look in person.

[ey not everything has to be Abbot swords and who got the largest one.]

Very well then.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Yeah, believe it or not. Wasn't exactly the highlight of my life.

Oh, it was absolutely dreadful. Nobody really told him to his face, though.

[deadlydoctor]

I believe you. [He pauses for a moment or two, and then:] Neither was for me.

Let me guess, he was a big guy with bad taste and bad temper?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

That's generally the sort of thing I hear from ex-Cons.

Actually he was kind of small, and I was the one with the temper. Bad taste though, absolutely.

[deadlydoctor]

It usually is, yes. [Does he has to spell it out for you, Drift?]

With that paintjob, I have no doubt. Why were you bad tempered? You seem pretty laid-back to me.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

What did they have you doing? [NAH HE GETS IT HE'S JUST BEING POLITE.]

I still have a bit of a temper, I'm just a lot better about keeping it in check. I was just... I wasn't a very good person in general back then.