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WHO: Slipstream, Vector Prime
WHERE: The skies above the City. Like, really really above.
WHEN Late Monday morning.
WHAT: So Vector was shamelessly encouraged to learn to dance. He'd rather start off with the kind he already knows, and Slipstream is going to learn by doing.
FORMAT: Paragraph
There is an undeniable order to the movement in dance. Even in its most chaotic, there are patterns, and these patterns are set to a beat that is as undeniable as the very pulse of the multiverse. The tempo may vary, the steps may change, but always, always, there is a method to the seeming madness, if only one has the patience to search for it.
Is it any true wonder that someone with a soul of Order finds beauty in such a thing?
The first dances he made were those with his siblings. Literally, made, taking steps that would be repeated and refined as the generations passed. And though he stayed disconnected from the species for ages, it is not something so easily forgotten - nor ignored, when reawakened. Certainly, at this point it is more an indulgence than anything, and he does have duties to attend to, work to finish...
...but he waits at the rooftop where he's asked her to meet him, eyes on the sky as he tries to read the air currents. He hasn't, for months; he's never had reason to. And he was designed for interstellar navigation, not atmospheric. But the latter is what they'll be using as a stage today, as soon as she arrives.
WHERE: The skies above the City. Like, really really above.
WHEN Late Monday morning.
WHAT: So Vector was shamelessly encouraged to learn to dance. He'd rather start off with the kind he already knows, and Slipstream is going to learn by doing.
FORMAT: Paragraph
There is an undeniable order to the movement in dance. Even in its most chaotic, there are patterns, and these patterns are set to a beat that is as undeniable as the very pulse of the multiverse. The tempo may vary, the steps may change, but always, always, there is a method to the seeming madness, if only one has the patience to search for it.
Is it any true wonder that someone with a soul of Order finds beauty in such a thing?
The first dances he made were those with his siblings. Literally, made, taking steps that would be repeated and refined as the generations passed. And though he stayed disconnected from the species for ages, it is not something so easily forgotten - nor ignored, when reawakened. Certainly, at this point it is more an indulgence than anything, and he does have duties to attend to, work to finish...
...but he waits at the rooftop where he's asked her to meet him, eyes on the sky as he tries to read the air currents. He hasn't, for months; he's never had reason to. And he was designed for interstellar navigation, not atmospheric. But the latter is what they'll be using as a stage today, as soon as she arrives.