Sky-byte
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Post by Sky-byte on Jun 10, 2008 20:37:57 GMT -5
Of course Sky-Byte's at the celebration! A fine commander he'd be if he missed such an occasion. The Predacon sits in a corner, a small cube of energon in one hand and bits of scrap paper pinched in his claws. After all, what's more fit for an day full of victory than finishing up with some victorious and winsome poetry?
Autobots have lost, Beaten to their hidey holes. Cons rule, weird dark willies inducing new bots too.
He'll be taking requests all night folks, he might even be doing some interpretive readings if up to it. Some more energon might strike his creative juices quite well.
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Gizmo-3
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Post by Gizmo-3 on Jun 11, 2008 8:39:59 GMT -5
And Gizmo's wandering the crowd, a cube in his hand, smiling and nodding pleasantly to everyone he encounters, Autobot or Decepticon. He may not be terribly fond of these mirror-Cons, but hey, he can be friendly toward them for the sake of the truce. Besides, it can't hurt to establish some good relations among these mechs -- especially if it means one or more of them covers his aft in a fight.
He spots Sky-Byte in the corner, and with a chuckle and a humming of the "Jaws" theme he saunters up to the Predacon, peering at the scrap of paper he's scribbling on.
"Hey pal, haiku? I know most anything Japanese is popular nowadays, but isn't haiku a bit old-fashioned even for them? Oh, and we're not weird, just proper Autobots for a change." He extends his free hand. "Gizmo. Computer expert and hacker. You?"
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Skyblast-3
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Post by Skyblast-3 on Jun 11, 2008 8:59:24 GMT -5
Skyblast already has a cube. If it messes him up in a way he doesn't enjoy, he'll mess up whoever made it. It's that simple. Of course, if he finds the brew particularly inspiring, shall he say, he might even dedicate some artwork to the maker.
Speaking of artwork, is that poetry he hears? Skyblast has never been a poet; he's an artist with a knife. Still, oozing with self-confidence the way that his victims; his art pieces just ooze life, he sidles on over. He's never felt threatened by another artist, never felt the need to belittle another artist's work out of some misplaced snobby elitism.
C'mon, he's a glorified arsonist. Skyblast knows what he is and revels it. If he throws the first tone, it'll be a Molotov cocktail.
He claps, boisterously, when he sees the scrap of paper and tries to elbow, Gizmo, hard. He suggests to Sky-Byte, in a brought and cheerful voice, "Won't you read it aloud?"
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Sky-byte
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Post by Sky-byte on Jun 11, 2008 10:10:55 GMT -5
Jaws? That's so out of date, Sky-Byte has his own theme song, thank you very much. But the thought is touching. The feeling of someone peering over his shoulder sends the feeling of static crawling over Sky-Byte's plating. Over-the-shoulder readers beware! A toothy snarl and Sky-Byte snatches the slip of paper away from the newcomer's eyesight. Oh...Autobot, ahem, right manners.
"Out of style?" His voice cracking with--what he hopes-- what seems like mild mannered disbelief. "I believe that you are gravely mistaken...Gizmo." Sky-Byte pauses to commit that name to memory as he peers at the carbot. The offered handshake is taken with a reluctant growl and might be slightly stiffer than usual. This shark doesn't take kindly to jabs at his department of work. "Sky-Byte, Predacon warrior and commander of Warfare." And you remember that.
Ah, another arrival? Sky-Byte turns and blinks at the small flier's request. Now this is a delightful change! An appreciating audience. "If you so desire...." he trails off in a half-sweeping and flourished bow, unsure of this company's name.
Complete with preparatory throat clearing and posture checking, Sky-Byte recites his haiku (struck out words not included, of course). But he adds a little extra:
"Raining down sky fire, Autobots strafe destruction, What artful displays."
Two for the price of one? A good deal for appreciative first timers, yes? Cue cheesy grin here.
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Gizmo-3
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Post by Gizmo-3 on Jun 11, 2008 22:15:28 GMT -5
At Skyblast's elbow-jab Gizmo winces, then gives the little pyro a disdainful look. Just so... not cool. Artists, thought they were so special and high-and-mighty...
"Predacon warrior, Commander of Warfare, poet... heh, mech of many talents," he notes. "Though seriously, Sky-Byte, who does haiku anymore? Filk, that's pretty big, and it's quite awesome when done right. Ever try it?"
He at least offers some polite applause at the end of the haiku, because it'd be terribly rude not to. It's not bad, not really. Just rather archaic in his mind.
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Slingshot-3
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Post by Slingshot-3 on Jun 11, 2008 23:58:48 GMT -5
Trailing behind Skyblast with a cube of his own comes Slingshot. He regards Gizmo and Sky-byte both with a disinterested, almost mechanical look. They are there in the viewspan of his visor. They are not particularly interesting or threatening. They might as well be part of the scenery.
Someone who bothers to look closely would see the shift in his expression as Sky-byte recites his haiku. He gives a slight wave at Sky-byte as if trying to attract the shark's attention.
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Skyblast-3
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Post by Skyblast-3 on Jun 12, 2008 9:58:41 GMT -5
Skyblast snaps his fingers a few times when Sky-Byte finishes and murmurs, "Not bad. Not bad at all."
At Gizmo's suggestions, he narrows his optics, slivers of metal moving to cover the molten golden glow, and he seethes, "If his muse demands poetry of him, who is he to deny her? He should be free to express himself as he wants without someone questioning the validity of his art form. You aren't being constructive, man. If you think his speaking cadence or skillset would better lend itself to your 'filk', then say that but you had better back it up with observations. If you just think this 'filk' is cooler or whatever, then pssh." Skyblast waves a hand dismissively and then mimes an airplane crashing rather violently, as if to say what he thinks of that.
At the sight of Slingshot, Skyblast moves over to the taller jet's side to stand there contentedly. There's adulterated drink, there's a shark reciting poetry, and he has his Harrier. It's shaping up to be a good night.
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Sky-byte
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Post by Sky-byte on Jun 12, 2008 17:19:48 GMT -5
Skyblast receives another sweeping bow. If it were possible, Sky-Byte would be emitting quite the rosy glow. This night doesn't seem like it's going to be too bad at all. Down goes a few gulps of energon after a small toast at the small bot.
Sky-Byte blinks in Gizmo's direction, energon cube tapping to some random beat against the Predacon's chest as he attempt to figure out what in the world this Auto-boy was going on about. "Filk?" Apologies, but Sky-Byte know next to nothing about the world of Science Fiction. Optics narrow again though as he puffs his chest out, "I do haiku and so have many other talented artists." Sky-Byte also cosplays, but that's entirely different. "In fact, I thought that haiku's been picking up around the humans lately." He does appreciate the applause though.
Ah! Another audience member! Sky-Byte straightens up and beams at Slingshot. "Yes?" Oh yes, Sky-Byte is liking this attention.
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Gizmo-3
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Post by Gizmo-3 on Jun 13, 2008 0:14:12 GMT -5
If Gizmo had human eyes, he'd be rolling them right now. As it is his face takes on a mocking expression, and he plants one hand on his hip and shakes his head disdainfully. "Excuse me for making a suggestion." Then with a quiet-but-meant-to-be-overheard mutter of "Artists, all the same," he takes a step back to distance himself just a bit. He's admittedly interested in hearing some more haiku, but he won't admit to it without a lot of arm-twisting.
When he hears music and sees Pee-Dee dancing, he shakes his head. "Geez, I miss listening to Weird Al. Where's that little 'Con who turns into a boombox? Let's catch him and make him play something."
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Slingshot-3
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Post by Slingshot-3 on Jun 13, 2008 17:12:13 GMT -5
Slingshot points at Sky-Byte, holds up two fingers, uses his other hand to rapidly run through 5-7-5 (one spread hand with fingers open, spread hand with two fingers from other hand held up as well, spread hand), mimes scribbling, shakes his head, points again at Sky-Byte, shrugs.
Headtilt.
Ah, life with the guy who refuses to talk to most everyone.
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Skyblast-3
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Post by Skyblast-3 on Jun 13, 2008 17:34:27 GMT -5
Fortunately for them all, Skyblast speaks Slingshotese. After a moment of thought - hey, he's been drinking - he says, "Oh, yeah. Did you do that last one off the top of your head?"
He glares at Gizmo's retreating form and does some miming of his own, looking up at Slingshot and miming shoving someone off a cliff and then playing with the falling someone like a ball.
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Sky-byte
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Post by Sky-byte on Jun 15, 2008 1:55:51 GMT -5
Sky-Byte takes on a slightly confused expression. 5-7-5? Yes? Haiku? "Ahem, yes, that one was slightly off the bat...why so?" Everything worked fine--it still works fine when Sky-Byte mutters it to himself.
His expression turns a bit sour at Gizmo's muttering, but slightly more taken aback as he shifts his attention to the reactions of the smaller flier. One optic twitches and Sky-Byte contemplates edging away slightly as he remember just why these Autobots send shivers down his spine. "Does...does he talk?" Sky-Byte points slightly in Slingshot's direction.
"Wait one moment...don't you automobile transforms have your own radios?"
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Gizmo-3
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Post by Gizmo-3 on Jun 15, 2008 9:59:43 GMT -5
Gizmo edges one step further away from Slingshot. There's a reason he calls the Harrier "Darth Maul" behind his back -- he's quiet, violent, and utterly creepy. Though between him, Skyblast, and Oracle, he was beginning to think ALL jet-mode fliers had serious issues.
At Sky-Byte's inquiry he shrugs his doorwings. "Eh, we do. But having the music blast out of your own chassis is kinda awkward. Not to mention pretty un-classy. Better to have an outside source of music, in my opinion."
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Post by Slingshot-3 on Jun 15, 2008 16:49:39 GMT -5
Slingshot glares at Sky-byte when the fish asks him 'why'. How the heck is he supposed to answer 'why' in makeshift sign language?
Skyblast's mimery wrings a smile from him, and the Harrier slides his fingers down where Skyblast's wing meets his forearm. His smile fades as he notices Gizmo edging away from him, but Skyblast can likely see the shadow of it in the movement of his ailerons.
The Harrier runs his hand up Skyblast's arm, across the back of his shoulders, and down the other arm, stepping around to the other side of the smaller grey jet as he does so. That this happens to put him nearer to Gizmo...
Well.
The 'does he talk' question gets another glare, but since it's not directed at him, Slingshot isn't going to answer it.
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Post by Long Range on Jun 17, 2008 5:27:04 GMT -5
And here comes Long Range, two energon cubes grasped in each hand and with intent to deliver at least one to Sky-Byte. He doesn't like the fact that his commander is almost surrounded by Autobots, but right now this is a minor concern.
"Hello Sky-Byte, I trust your enjoying yourself." He says as he advances on Sky-Byte.
"Oh, excuse me, My names long Range, one of Sky-Byte's soldiers. I trust you three are also having a good time." He says to the Autobots.
He'll try not to step on the minibots. Honest.
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