1210/Just Some Friendly Banter

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl struts into the training area, not quite as if he's renting the place with an option toward owning in a few vorn. "It's aft-kick o'clock and I'm ready to do some damage!" he yells. "Who's up for a little rope a dope!"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr is feeling pretty cocky today. Well--cockier than usual, anyway, thanks to the recent successes he's had on the field. And more specifically, the blow he dealt to Vortex on Varas Extrinescus. He probably should be in medical, because he looks a little banged up, but not today, nope!

    Instead, he's in the simulators dodging and shooting a thousand drones. When Whirl struts in, he pauses the sim and smirks toward the faceless mech. "Well, I guess drones do get boring after a while." He says, as the machines return to panels in the walls.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is feeling his usual level of cocky. "Oh, sure, they're fun for a while," he says, strutting toward Blurr. "But if you want anything approaching a challenge, you have to go up against a thinking opponent." He pauses, head bobbing up and down as he looks Blurr up and down. "...eh, you'll do. You wanna go? Or you just talking a good game?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Yeah, so I take it you're one of those 'thinking opponents?'" Blurr says, chuckling as he assumes a defensive posture. "Well, what are you waiting for? Give me your best shot. You know I don't like waiting." he goads, nodding for Whirl to make the first move.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl considers for a moment, optic blinking. "'Kay," he says, then charges at Blurr, claws raised and ready to strike out with a vicious snicker-snack!

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr smirks as Whirl charges forward, twisting slightly as he strafes sideways and out of the way of those snapping claws! "Are you -sure- that was your best, because I'm having my doubts." he teases, pivoting on a heel in an attempt to quickly get behind his opponent as he draws his own weapons and fires at Whirl's backside. "Who are you again? Curl, right?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's aft takes a most palpable hit. "Slagger!" he yelps. "If I gave you my best, the fight'd be over already. I want this to last! Y'know how long it's been since I got a chance to spar with someone close to my level?!" Oh, the ego on this one...

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Psh, I told you to give it your best shot, Curl!" Blurr laughs. Since Whirl didn't correct the name or anything, the speedster just assumes it was right! "C'mon, don't hold back!" he taunts.

    As his sparring partner once again tries to melee him, he jumps out of the way, somersaulting -over- him and landing behind him again. This time, he lashes out with a swift kick to the lower legs, attempting to knock Whirl off of his peds!

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl has enough time to think that at least Blurr didn't go with "Slagger". "Messing up people's name is \*my\* bit!" he snaps, leaping up over Blurr's kick. "You want my best shot? Finnne by me, son, just lemme slip into something a little more airborne, yeah?" With that, he transforms to his gyrojet mode and prepares to unleash hell!

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Fine, if it's not 'Curl' then what is it?" Blurr laughs, even as Whirl jumps over the kick attempt and takes to the air. The strafing fire explodes against the floor of the sim, but the speedster just sorts of maneuvers between them, weaving in, out, and around so fast that his body is literally a blur. Well they don't call him that for nothing, it seems.

    Eventually, he slows down enough to fire off an electrical bolt from his stun weapon at the gyrojet in an effort to knock him out of the air!

**Whirl has posed:**
"Whirl of ---yeowwww!" Whirl yelps as the electric bolt stuns him enough to cause him to drop painfully back to the floor. As soon as he's able, he lifts off again, chasing the speedster in an effort to sync his movements with Blurr's. Sure, the speedster is \*ground\* fast but he can't be \*air\* fast...can he?

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Whirl, you say?" Blurr chuckles as he watches the gyrojet fall out of the air and clunk onto the floor. He zips over to him and stands there, waving his weapons in front of his single-optic face. "Wait, you're not the Whirl of those Megatron assassination rumors, are you? You know, the one who started it all, the one who -made- Megs into the crazy violent tyrant he is today?"

    As Whirl lifts off again, Blurr continues to dart to and fro, nearly impossible to keep track of! See, the thing about this speedster, is that while he may not be able to move as fast as say Starscream can at his raw top speed in the air--what he can do is accelerate far faster and change directions on a whim, which is something that few others, if any, can do.

    The blue and white image blurs back and forth, pot shotting at Whirl from every possible angle!

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl zigs and zags as he chases after Blurr. Moving in the training arena isn't the same as flying in the great outdoors. For one thing, it's severely hampering his ability to maneuver to avoid Blurr's potshots -- and Blurr's question about Whirl's history with Megatron is probably one that hits the hardest. "Hey, hey, hey! Megatron was nuts before I got to him -- you ever read his poetry? Not the work of someone with a sane mind, let me tell you!" He ducks and weaves, trying to lock on to Blurr as he fires.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Whirl finally actually hits Blurr, the shot slamming into a shoulder and causing him to stumble backward. "Hey, you actually hit me! Congratulations, you're learning! But can you not only catch up, but keep up?" he challenges, again darting sideways and ducking behind a shield barrier serving as cover for sparring scenarios.

    "I didn't say it was your fault, mech. You were just doing like you were told, right? Just like we all did."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is a combat veteran and a street brawler from way back, but still, it's nice to be complemented! "Damn right I did!" he says. Then Blurr brings up the Megatron thing again. "Ehhhh, sure, yeah, let's go with that," he says, his rotors stuttering as he flies along. "I was following orders, I guess." Ohh, does that answer taste \*bad\* -- even his levels of self-delusion are having a hard time coping. "Get outta my head, damnit! This is a fight, not a therapy session!"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Whirl's shots ping harmlessly off of the shield Blurr is currently lurking behind. He starts to dart from barrier to barrier, skirting around his opponnent. "Pff, what use is hitting me if you can't keep it up?" he taunts.

    "What do you mean, 'you guess'? Heh, well maybe killing him would have been satisfying. Would've prevented a lot of the slag that came after, anyway."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl dives back toward the ground, transforming and landing hard on both feet. He clacks his claws together like an angry craboid. "Not my fault!" he snarls. "If Springarm had just been a breem or two later, I would have finished the job!" Suure, keep telling yourself that, Whirl. He charges at Blurr, trying for a flying tackle because...yeah, that's a good idea, right?

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Heh, too late to what-if about that one now, isn't it?" Blurr muses. Certainly, there are a lot of things in his -own- life that he could 'what-if' about as well. "Hey, I -said- it wasn't your fault." he says somewhat defensively. "They should've known you didn't have what it took to finish him. Probably should've sent me after him instead, but--again, not your fault!"

    As Whirl charges, Blurr rolls to the side and out of the way. "Too slow!" he announces, then gets to his feet and attempts the same against him!

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl snarls. "I could have done it! I got interrupted!" he says, voice crackling with angry feedback. "I would have done it! You were still swanning around playing at being a racer!"

Whirl's optic brightens, going almost stellar-white then it suddenly fades back. "...right, right," he says, as if speakng to himself. "Training room, training room, just some friendly banter in the training room." He lowers his hands. "...Blurr, uh, I think I need to take a time out on the rest of this fight. It's kinda bringing some stuff to the surface that I'm usually a lot better about keeping supressed so...yeah..uh, thanks for the fighty-fight an' sorry about the near-psychotic episode. Good game, good game..."

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Hah, 'swanning around', huh?" Blurr shakes his head, though he isn't exactly laughing. "You don't know me, Whirl. You really don't. I wasn't as innocent as you might think."

    Then Whirl seems to snap out of it. He nods with a respect that he didn't have before. "Right, right. Uh--" But then that taunting smirk comes back a little. "We're calling this a win for me, though. So you'd better brush up on your tactics, soldier." Then a laugh and a salute before he excuses himself as well.