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[knightoflight]

One can only hang around a bar for so long, feeling vaguely purposeless and devoid of people to help for so long.  Wing is running out  of equanimity and patience with himself.

The only solution, of course, is to practice with his blades. The intricate string of movements, the shift and flow of balance, the concentration and focus, if nothing else, should distract him from the strange homesickness he's felt since arriving here.  So he's in the yard outside, plasma blades flashing in the light. 

((ooc: eminently botherable))

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[gone_byebye]

There's a human watching. And generally making the same "oooOOOooo" face the little three-eyed aliens did in the Toy Story movies.

He'll comment if an opening arises, but damn, you don't disturb something like this.

[knightoflight]

Wing does notice. In the battlefield, you need to have a good control of the periphery, after all.

He pauses, after completing another series of moves, flicking the blades off with his thumbs. "Ray. Is it permitted to practice here?" He seems to remember the other had said something about his own sword practice after all.

[gone_byebye]

"Sure," Ray says. "People do it all the time, myself included. Other weapons, too, although the last Cybertronian to do heavy plasma practice restricted his cannon work to an area at the end of the conventional weapon target range. Swords, though? Not a problem."

[knightoflight]

"I will be careful not to break anything." He hopes. Everything looks fragile to him. "I just hope I don't scare anyone off." You know, giant robot in the yard, slicy death? Maybe a bit much.

[gone_byebye]

"People around here tend to be better at standing their ground than you'd think given their size and physical composition," Ray says. "We might be squishies, but an amazing number of the squishies here have learned to overlook that particular fact. How long have you been practicing? I didn't recognize the technique, but I've only had organic teachers before this. The training drone doesn't count."

[action_rad]

Rad was planning on getting a little target practise today, seeing as he'd been given free time from Rodimus Prime.

But first a stop by the bar for two containers of energon chips. One for him; one for Lionizer. A little energy boost would be most welcome.

That was his plan.

Now though?

He's gonna wait for Wing to stop his exercise before meeting and greeting the other-world Autobot.

[knightoflight]

Wing didn't want to admit how much he missed his own kind, until his spark gave that little hitch as he caught sight of the other.

He stops, so caught up that he doesn't even sheath his blades, cocking his head. "Hello?"

[action_rad]

Nobody likes feeling like the only one of their kind. Even if it's caused by being in a place with a distinct shortage of con-specifics.

"Hello Wing. Do you mind if I watch?"