Fly [OPEN]

[spongescream]

Who: Failjet and [OPEN]
When: Friday evening.
Where: The Great Plains outside the North District.
What: Just introspection and some relaxing flying. A moment to spend some time with whoever drops in. Flighty creatures of Nautilus, or those who are grounded.
Warnings: Nothing but maybe some teal deer.
Notes: More than one person can pop in. Just tag

Comments

sgfghdfghd AWESOME!!! /fangirls

[spongescream]

"Da da da... someone please hmmm hmmm-" He's less alert than usual. It takes him a few more moments of trying to sing along to his music to notice the approaching mech. Though as soon as he catches sight of it, he fumbles to turn down the radio and folds out into robot mode. He hovers for a moment, cocking his head curiously.

He's never seen this one before... his first conclusion is that one of Nautilus' citizens has been caught as a Cybertronian... but this isn't Cybertronian design. Briefly, he lifts a null-ray to the ready but...

Well. Curiosity once again gets the better of him, and he flits around to one side, circling the other mech in a wide turn. Once, twice, three times. He then ventures closer.

"Who are you?" The Harrier demands, still skirting circles around the Shinkirō restlessly.

[spongescream]

Fascinating creature, really. Like nothing he's ever seen- oh he'd love to take it apart and figure out how it worked...

Just a little tinkering. A guilty pleasure that he rarely indulges in these days.

"Lelouch...? Is that you?" Starscream answers, not bothering to mask the surprise as he makes another loop before stopping to hover closer.

"How can that be? You're not a Cybertronian... then what are you?" He leans in to squint at the mech's head, waving a servo in front of it's face as if he expects it to react accordingly.

[citygrit]

Having been away from the city for so long, it almost felt revitalizing to get some fresh air again. On the other hand, Alexander was not used to air so clean, and that probably helped. Wait, no. No, it definitely helped. It may have helped with the whole Oh God I’m Also Dying part as well, because sometimes he almost forgot all about it. There weren’t many days that he missed being away from the city.

What he did miss, was life with his brother and niece.

I want you to stay to help take care of Nichole.

I need your help.

I can’t do this alone.Alexander was actually perched on the back of a bench, his legs resting on the seat; hunched over almost vulture-like. His hands rubbed down his face as the sound of his brother’s voice echoed in his memories, and he remembered again. That Nicky wasn’t the reason his brother had asked him to stay

[spongescream]

He'd been too occupied with trying to sing along to his music to notice the Muse sitting not terribly far away. Though when the Harrier finally slows in a long turn, he spots someone hunched over on a bench. Huh.

He makes another pass over head, adjusting his optical sensors and zooming in.

It's his Muse! He doesn't bother with a 'hello'.

No. He simply transforms and drops out of the sky like some vast predatory douche and scoops Alex up, bench and all. Though he quickly splinters the wooden bench and leaves it to fall, he curls his fingers around the small organic as he takes to the sky once more.

"I was wondering where you'd gone to after the loss of the house!"

[citygrit]

The blood had since been wiped and smeared over the knee of his jeans by the time Alexander realized that he was-

No longer on the ground.

He couldn’t feel the fingers (or much of anything at all, for that matter). But the giant machine now gleefully addressing him was something hard to miss.

fuck

“Knew I should’ve stayed inside today.”

As the bench fell, so did the guitar case Alexander had been carrying the entire time he’d been back in the city. He didn’t notice.

[spongescream]

"Nonsense. I've been looking for you. We must bend our home back at some point you know. Even if you are useless in that respect, I'm not letting you get away." Starscream informs him somewhat cheerfully. He transforms into vehicle mode and plops Alex in the cockpit. Hell, he even thinks to strap Alex in. No need to have broken human pieces all over his insides.

Twisting off a few tight barrel rolls, he continues to fly lazy patters through the air.

"Mind you, just keep your hands to yourself and you're fine."

[deadster_awake]

It's been a while since he's floored the gas and gone for a good run down the highway. It's a lot harder now that Virginia is missing; the North Plains lack a highway and the going's a bit rough.

Fortunately, Dead End is a Stunticon, not just a finely-tuned piece of German automotive engineering. He speeds across ground that would have Porsche's engineers crying in their beer if they saw him; a rooster-tail of dust and flying grass seeds marks his trail.

He notes Starscream high above. So, someone else felt the need for a run...

[spongescream]

It's kind of hard to miss the Porche kicking up a plume of dust and grass below. By now, Starscream can recognize that ground-pounder anywhere. His form shifts just slightly, like he can't decide between robot or jet. Plates finally snap back together and he remains in his vehicle mode.

Taking a wide turn, he swoops down to fly just beside Dead End.

"Fancy meeting you here." The radio crackles with his usual grating voice. He twirls over, ending up upside-down and on the opposite side. Dead End... an odd sort of fellow, but he rarely if ever mouthed off to the Harrier and seemed to respect his place in what was left of the Decepticons. Not to mention he's a crack shot to boot.

"You're going to clog your intake that way, you know." He points out, referring to all that dust he was kicking up.

[deadster_awake]

Starscream was an odd sort of Starscream, come to that. He wasn't nearly as much of a dick as the original, living Starscream from Dead End's past--though, Dead End reflects, he's in some ways like the ghost Starscream became. Perhaps dying made one less of a self-centered bastard. Who knew?

"What's behind me does not matter!" Dead End retorts. "Needs more highway, though. We need to put Virginia back--that had good highways. Make a place out the Western Gates like the west--long desert highways you can drive on for miles and miles."

[spongescream]

The static crackled sigh is a bit too audible as the Harrier rights itself and pulls down until it's flying side by side with the Porche, wingtips almost touching doors. He's a good pilot, at the very least. There's no danger in it.

"We could just make you a road, you know. Something like that is easy to bend..." He should have kept his audios shut off, really. He's exhausted from bending, as of late. Nor does this benefit him in any way, and he's not entirely sure what even possessed him to make the offer.

Too late to retract it now.

And meanwhile, what an odd sight it is to see such a nice car and a jet seem to be chatting it up, racing along the hillside together.

[dream_cabbit]

Klonoa is still practicing how to fly. He's got the hang of it by now, and he doesn't mind how ridiculous he looks, but he still feels he needs to work on control. He might slip without it, and even though death isn't permanent here it would probably be scary to fall from such heights in any case.
However, flying has gotten significantly easier. He easily changes directions now, and he has a lot more control over his speed than he did before.
He's some way ahead of the harrier as he continues to practice everything he can remember about flying. It looks a little comical, but at least he's not using his ears-that would just look silly.

[spongescream]

Spiraling back into jet mode, Starscream almost doesn't see the tiny creature as he turns and flies directly at him. It's only at the last second that he realizes he's almost colliding with Klonoa, and he does the first thing he can think of. He snaps back into robot mode, stalls, and crashes, tumbling a few dozen yards before coming to rest.

Somewhere from the dirt comes a muffled "Ow."

watch klonoa go ASDKFHGSDF AAAH DDDD8

[dream_cabbit]

Klonoa doesn't even notice Starscream until he abruptly stops and crashes. He yelps and drops several feet before catching himself again, then lands softly and runs over to Starscream as fast as possible.
"Sorry Starscream! I didn't mean to-um-make you crash and everything--"
He continues in this vein for a few moments, looking comically panicked as he practically flails around.

fff poor Klonoa.

[spongescream]

He slowly rears up. He's ready to be extreme amounts of angry. Claws open, and he hisses... but he controls it. Lets it fizzle. It's just the bunny thing. Klonoa, one of the children. Maybe it was something he inherited from the warrior. He'll blame him for who he dwells with... for with whom he keeps company.

"I know. I know." he heaves as he cools off, sits up and rubs his helm.

"What are you even doing out here?" The Harrier groans.