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Post by Ironfire-3 on Jun 17, 2008 20:09:49 GMT -5
Ironfire had not had a good time at the Big Battle of Battleyness. She'd missed most of it, lost in the sewers chasing a little rat. And she hadn't even caught him! This called for much in the way of drinking.
Already, the tankbot had consumed a number of intoxicating beverage, and she carried more with her. She had to admit, these Decepticons knew their drinks. They were almost Autobots. Almost.
Now with the drunken state achieved, Ironfire's next goal would be along the lines of feminine--or not so feminine, as long as it was female--company. That always made up for an unsatisfying fight. Usually.
And so, she prowl's the party, looking, waiting, watching.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jun 17, 2008 20:50:20 GMT -5
Skystrike is actually in a surprisingly cheery mood, albeit, ‘cheery’ by Skystrike terms was a slight reduction in the scowl she’d been wearing when she walked in. Mostly it was because there was a half-empty energon cube in her hand. In fact, the cheeriness probably had everything to do with the half-empty cube in her hand. She was so cheerful she’d probably natter away about how hot Wreckage was at this point. Or go on and on theorizing where Hellbender would be sensitive at the nearest bystander.
Right now though, Skystrike is currently busy standing where she was and telling herself to never, ever drink at a party again because she was pretty sure that a good majority of the people in this room are not supposed to be Constructicon green. Against better judgment though, the seeker took another sip from her drink and glanced around the room, quietly taking in the sights now that her mind wasn’t insistently going ‘Surrounded! Enemies! Surrounded!’ at her. The Autobots weren’t actually very shabby looking once you ignored the red symbols.
Her optics narrow into thin red slits when she spots a certain familiar tank out of the corner of her vision though.
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Jun 19, 2008 14:26:05 GMT -5
And the tank spots back. Mostly. She spots a Seeker. A blue Seeker. There are way too many of them for Ironfire to be certain she'd met this one before, especially in her current state.
Speaking of which, that specific state gave her the idea to approach this Seeker. You'd be surprised how feminine they look when you're rather drunk. Unlike last time, though, the Tank's mostly genuinely friendly. Once again, it's the drinks affecting her. It's odd, how that works. She empties the cube in her hand before speaking.
"Ah... Hello."
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jun 19, 2008 15:13:03 GMT -5
Skystrike eyed the very familiar tank for moment after the greeting, trying to remember what her name was. Started with an 'I'...
Then, completely forgetting that particular line of thought, the blue seeker threw her head back and laughed, the sound almost a high pitched cackle despite the her deep voice. After a few moments of that, and probably some staring from a few people, she calmed down the edges of her lips quirking into a sloppy version of the trademark seeker smirk.
“You’re not supposed to be green either, are you?” Skystrike rumbled questioningly as she leaned closer to squint at Ironfire’s armor and confirm her suspicions.
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Jun 19, 2008 20:51:56 GMT -5
Ironfire didn't much react to the cackle. When you're one of the villains, you get pretty used to random laughter. Though, it's usually sinister. And from the boss and/or science officer. Still. She quirks an eyebrow slightly for a brief instant, but nothing more.
"Green? Only my... highlightsh." She chuckles herself, apparently finding something amusing. "Somthing makesh me think you've been... drinking." A louder laugh. The Seeker did look familar, but, well, that didn't mean too much. It was a Seeker. Ironfire had seen--and shot at--her fair share of those. They all looked the same.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jun 20, 2008 1:18:00 GMT -5
Skystrike for the most part, was a rather odd seeker when it came to appearance. She had the high angle wings and a lack of prominent shoulder vents along the upper half of canards on her chest. The blue color scheme negated the odd build to a certain extent, certainly to an outsider, but to anyone familiar with seekers Skystrike probably looked almost non-seeker.
“Ah, your highlights.” Skystrike agreed with a slightly amused noise. She leans back at the accusation of her drinking and pouts indignantly at her newfound companion. “Of course I’ve been drinking. Free drinks is free drinks and free drinks shouldn’t go to waste.” The seeker holds up the half empty cube as if to toast but then stares intently at it for a moment. Then she drinks it.
“Shouldn’t drink too much though.” The berkut mutters afterwards, feeling a bit more chatty than she had a moment ago. “Things might start turning yellow.” It didn’t take a lot for this flier to get drunk, but it took a surprisingly large quantity of energon for her to lose coherency.
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Jul 25, 2008 23:28:46 GMT -5
"Free drinnksh..." Ironfire pauses to give her voicebox-containing-regions a firm tap, joggling the energon-boggled wiring enough to clear up the mild speech issue. "Are indeed a sad thing to go to waste."
Ironfire was only familiar with Seekers in the general sense that they were enemy jets in a vast variety of colors. Vast. Well, except the part where there were so slaggin' many blue ones. But that didn't matter. Until now, when she probably should know her allies--for now, anyway--apart. She takes a deep drink from a cube of her own. Clearly she has those. They're free.
"Yellow's not a bad color." She shrugs. "Not the nicest color, but there could be worse..." Ah, how the mind travels when inebriated.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 7, 2008 7:46:59 GMT -5
“What’s worse than yellow?” Actually, there were lots of things worse than yellow and yellow wasn’t all bad. Fleetwind was yellow wasn’t he? Or was he also blue? My, was this confusing.
After a moment of simply reveling in this strange confusion and revelation of nonsensical nonsense, Skystrike shrugged and said, “Well, if things turned pink it means energon is leaking out into your visual circuits.”
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Aug 24, 2008 11:57:49 GMT -5
Worse than yellow? "Well, there's... err.. that one color. What's the name, now..." She shrugged. "Y'know what I mean, right?" Probably not.
Hooray, nonsense!
"Energon doesn't belong there nosiree..."
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 24, 2008 13:42:05 GMT -5
“Huh.” The blue seeker said looking thoughtful for a moment before nodding vaguely. “I think I know. It’s like that… thing, right? That was that color?” Anyone walking into this conversation was likely to lose a few IQ points.
“Energon coming out of someone else’s optics is kind of funny though. S’ like, you know…” Skystrike gesticulated for a few moments, then flicked her wing and concluded with a; “That other thing.”
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Aug 25, 2008 7:41:47 GMT -5
Ironfire returned the nod. "Yeah, that one."
Out of someone else's optics... Why, yes, these Decepticons weren't so bad. "Mmm... Yes, that's quite true." She let out a drunken sound remarkably similar to what one would name a giggle.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 25, 2008 9:51:17 GMT -5
Ironfire gets and odd look for her giggling. Since Skystrike is in a cheery mood though, the odd look doesn't become a scowl.
"Do all Autobots make funny noises?" She knows a good majority of Autobots make funny noises when you kick/step on/prod them with a laser gun. These Autobots weren't those Autobots though so maybe the funny noises was just a drunken red tank thing.
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Sept 17, 2008 19:33:06 GMT -5
Not all vocal operations are consensual--see giggling for a perfect example.
"Funny noises? Yeah, of course. Especially when you do that one thing, or that other one... Doesn't everyone?" Not to mention that other thing, but... that's not very nice to think about right now.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Sept 18, 2008 9:10:38 GMT -5
“Aaah, like when you hit that thing with one of your limbs and the limb somehow ends up getting wrenched unceremoniously off your being in a gory and agonizing fashion?” Skystrike rumbled quizzically at that train for thought before she turns back to Ironfire.
“I’m not sure if tortured screaming counts as a funny noise though.” Shrugging, the seeker takes another sip from her energon cube and of course things predictably started turning yellow. She sways on the spot for a few seconds before her equilibrium manages to kick back in and the seeker straightens, optics flickering slightly.
“I feel all fuzzy” The berkut purrs smiling.
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