Take to the Sky [OPEN]

[notyourchauffer]

who ; Skyfire + [OPEN]
what ; Since he no longer has to hide himself, Skyfire enjoys a little flight.
where ; Residential Zone 01 ; Kurzweil
when ; Toniiiight.
warning(s) ; Nope.avi

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[notyourchauffer]

For a while, he continues to weave patterns, oblivious to the fact that he's being watched. Obviously people might see him, sure. It's hardly the strangest thing on the station by far, which is just fine with him. No need for undue attention. It's only when he makes a low sweep over the buildings that he spots Ratchet watching him.

He curves away, briefly unsure if he really wants to be that social right now, but he might as well. Some days it's harder.

He stops several yards above the other cybertronian, hovering and living a hand in greeting.

[notyourchauffer]

"Yes, that would be me," The shuttle nods, landing on a low rooftop.

"How've you been faring here?"

[eighttotwelve]

When the ground cannot reveal where Skyfire might be, the sky is the next place to attempt to find him. It's a little more difficult, Thane finds, to track a flying man than it is one who walks.

Still, he is successful. It's hard to not see a large white-haired man gliding through the air like it's not much of a trick, that it comes so naturally for him.

Though he supposes it does.

He activates his omni-tool to call upon Skyfire.

"Please land. We need to speak."

[notyourchauffer]

The glowing contrail is kind of a dead giveaway, anyhow. Still, that's a voice he didn't exactly expect to hear right now. He stops, peering around, searching the buildings below.

The drell certainly knows how to blend in, but he does eventually spot him in the low-light, allowing himself to slowly descend. He gets close enough, but he doesn't land. He has a feeling what this conversation will be about, and he feels more comfortable even hovering just enough. Being grounded feels too much like a trap sometimes. Aside from that, he exudes much more confidence this way, hardly as clumsy and awkward.

Honestly it feels like he's about to be in some kind of trouble. Thane has that almost parental way about him. That tone that makes the shuttle want to wilt.

He glides closer, just out of reach, and mumbles an almost inaudible greeting.

[eighttotwelve]

"You will land, drele. Then we will talk."

Thane folds his arms behind his back as he slowly approaches Skyfire, watching him. Calmly, but distantly. If he is angry, it is impossible to tell. Perhaps it is the cold distance in his tone that can imply enough.

Difficult to tell, really.

[notyourchauffer]

And his feet touch the ground without argument. Augh. Krios has that intensity about him that just dares someone to argue. The shuttle manages to look quite a bit smaller as he steps forward, eyes glowing sullenly behind his glasses.

This is the part where he gets talked to about all the unpleasant things, he's sure. No doubt about his treatment of Shockwave. There's some indignant anger at the thought, but he's calmed himself enough that it's easy to quash that almost immediately.

"Yes, Thane."

[northborn]

Night. Eric considered himself lucky that a space station still operated in day-night patterns, otherwise he would have been biologically fucked. The station itself was far different than anything he'd ever experienced, but. Eric was nothing short of good at adapting. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have ever lived as long as he has.

So, he was laying low. Walking at normal speeds (tediously slow; Eric can't remember the last time he had to be conscious of his speed) and refraining from fly--

His eyes catch something in the sky above him and he tips his head up, sliding his sunglasses down his nose to get a better look. It takes him a moment to recognize the face and he waves pleasantly, a grin spreading across his lips.

[notyourchauffer]

Typically there are few people out this late. He has trouble sleeping alone, so he's usually up. That's why it's not hard to spot someone below, waving it him. He breaks into a low turn and sails by to get a closer look.

"Oh!"

He stops, midair and waves back before landing.

"Hi there! Good to see you're doing well!"

[northborn]

"You neglected to tell me you could fly."

Eric didn't really want to contemplate the physics behind that; he too was capable of such, after all, and that should be a physical impossibility. He pushes his sunglasses up to rest on the top of his head, shifting his feet casually.

"You always fly at night?"

[notyourchauffer]

"Ahah, yes. I don't really like to brag. I am what you might call a 'metahuman'. Like in a comic book," He flushes slightly, adjusting his visor just-so.

"Usually. It's nicer. Reminds me of flying in space," Well for what it's worth, Eric is taking it rather well.

"How are you getting along here?"