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Post by Needlenose on Jul 13, 2008 18:51:22 GMT -5
Needlenose stumble-walks through the area, still leaning against Spinister. He is, in fact, on his way out of the party, but if he's passing these two, it's only right and proper for him to stop and say, 'hello,' right?
"Why, hell-lo, Barricade!" Then he spots the much smaller robot. His optics flicker, he shakes his head, and he looks closer. "And... Micromaster?" He turns towards Spinister. "The Autobots have a Micromaster?" Then he snaps his fingers as he remembers. "Oh, yeah. Was in the pirate's report, right?"
He then leans closer to Spinister, as though to whisper, and instead switches to Spinister's radio frequency. //I had forgotten about the Micromaster. We need to be careful of him.//
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Post by Spinister on Jul 14, 2008 9:53:00 GMT -5
Spinister is being remarkably tolerant of Needlenose, and he looks kind of sloshed, really.
He isn't.
Spinister, of course, looks over Barricade, looking to see if Frenzy's on him or in him. Spinister's Nebulans are... around.
He replies, voice still fuzzy on the radio, //Those... things. Told me about them, didn't you?//
Spinister turns a wary optic on Holi, nodding to Barricade and Holi in greeting.
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Post by Holi-3 on Jul 17, 2008 0:22:45 GMT -5
This is Holi, very carefully not shooting Barricade a nasty look even though he'd really, really like to. He doesn't smile, either, but he hops down the last few feet and fixes the Decepticon cop with a faintly, easily oblivious look.
"Choice?" he wonders at a pointedly more conversational volume as he straightens up. "What am I choosing, again? Sir?" with that honorific tacked on after a slight delay, a deliberate afterthought. The polite face is welded on and his tone is bland; he's being a good little Micromaster. Really he is. He doesn't even blink when the other two Decepticons – staggering drunk is such a great impression to make – pop up. Seriously, though, what is with these guys and just showing up whenever they damned well please?
Maybe it just comes with being big.
"…Yes, I'm a Micromaster," he says, ratcheting a socially appropriate smile into place and folding his hands behind him with an air of so what. He doesn't like this at all; bulks on this planet – the other this planet, whatever – knowing what he is never goes well. "It's nice to know you aren't too fuelled up to see straight," he adds. Too bad I can't say the same for your walking is only there in his tone, but it's there if Needlenose is listening. Calling Holi on it, that'll be harder. Spinister, though… he's a little more interesting than his wobbly, winged armband. Just what about little old Holi has him watching the Micromaster like that? Is it something to do with this "pirate's report", or maybe that new tickle at his transceivers? Oh, the airwaves have been buzzing all evening long, but this twinge is a bit louder than the rest of them. Ho-hum. What a busy, busy hive of scum and villainy, this party.
So just who knows what about Holi, for that matter? He has to wonder. Or about the other Holi? Maybe the other him got killed in the battle; saddening and maddening, that thought. Still, far better him dead than this one.
OOC: As a note, Holi-3 can't actually hear any conversations; he can only tell that there's radio traffic going on and it registers as white noise/beeps and clicks/digital clutter/kumquat, per his communications.
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Post by Barricade on Jul 19, 2008 12:03:32 GMT -5
Like Spinister, Barricade is still rather sober, too. Unlike Spinister, however, Barricade isn't bothering to conceal that fact, yet. Maybe later in the evening, if something in particular catches his optic that might be better gained by playing the sod. For now, though, sobriety and the appearance of such, better fits into his plans than the alternative.
Besides, unless Frenzy finds something more intriguing to capture his attention, Barricade has certain... other ideas... for the evening, and Barricade would like to have all his faculties in top working order to enjoy them.
"Sirs," he replies with a nod toward the pair. "Enjoying the party?" No Frenzy perched on his shoulder for the moment. Of course, whether that means that Frenzy is curled up within him, or out skulking about the edges of the party - or elsewhere - well, that's a little tough to say without cracking the infiltrator open and digging about in his inards. Of course, one is welcome to try that tactic, but that sharkticon grin of Barricade's doesn't indicate much possible success on that course.
How cute. The mini-me is perfecting the art of the calculated insult. This night just keeps getting better and better. And if Barricade hadn't picked up that the kid really hates even all of his own mechs, that cheerful sprite act might even have fooled him. Liar, liar, diodes on fire.
The kid can really go far, if he can find himself a good sucker-punch to go with it.
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Post by Eye-fire on Jul 19, 2008 12:49:15 GMT -5
Eye-Fire, for his part, has kept mostly away from the main group of 'formers partying. There would be too many questions and far too many insulting remarks about his lost arm, stump still mildly painful but no longer debilitating.
He can't find Scourge, who he'd like to report back to as he hasn't seen him after he left the fight with Grimlock. He also needs to apologize for becoming useless in the fight and now still being useless. He has, through a bit of watching, spotted Needlenose and Spinister, who might just know where the tanker truck is. If they don't, he doubts anyone does.
He walks up to them with a slight limp in his right leg, the one pierced by one of Scorponoks spines, and waves with his left hand. Most of his motions seem subdued and very wary. "Greetings sirs, Barricade and.... Mistletoe? No.... Holly, I think." He says when he gets closer.
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OOC: Assuming someone fixed him up enough to make him mobile.
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 19, 2008 19:10:13 GMT -5
Now, there's a few things that need to be understood about Needlenose's background concerning Micromasters, as they are coming into play here. First, he has reason to dislike them. Not so compelling as Shockwave's reason to dislike them, mind you - their only sin against Needlenose is that they became more popular than a development he was working on. This dislike tends to result in Needlenose taking anything said by one in the worst possible light. Second, in Needlenose's reality, Micromaster are not smaller, weaker, more childlike versions of Transformers; they are smaller, more energy efficient, more aggressive Transformers, as if their decreased sized has lead to a concentration of their attitude.
So, Needlenose is inclined to take what is being said by Holi in the worst possible way, meaning he caught the insult. Of course, there's no in-built reason for a Micromaster to try to hide or disguise their insult - they're usually quite blatant in their insulting - so if this one's doing it, it's obviously because he's provoking Needlenose into attacking him so that he can rip Needlenose's pulsating fuel-pump from the Targetmaster's body (hah! Needlenose has the little monster fooled there!) all while claiming that it was Needlenose who broke the treaty first.
It all makes perfect sense if you're a drunk Targetmaster from the Marvel-verse who doesn't like Micromasters.
//Yeah, I told you about them. Watch out, they're more dangerous than they look.//
"Oh, aren't we just the smuggest little thing," Needlenose answers Holi's remarks, the sneer his face cannot display expressing itself in his turn. Then he leans forward, right finger extended aggressively. "Well, it won't work! No way, no how! I'm onto your little scheme, I am, and I'm not going to fall for it!"
He straightens back up, using Spinister as support, and lifts his chin slightly. "I've got too much class for that!" he snipes, before nodding, politely, actually, to Barricade and Eye-fire. "I am quite enjoying the party, thank you for asking, but at this point, I do believe there are other things I might enjoy more, and so I bid you three adieu, good evening, and farewell."
And with that, he tries to turn and drag Spinister off.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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Post by Spinister on Jul 21, 2008 9:23:27 GMT -5
What has Spinister watching Holi so? Why, only because of his wobbly, winged armband! Spinister pops up wherever and whenever because he can. Where he cannot go, his guns can.
Spinister looks to Holi and comments, absently, idly, "If you're going to lag your 'sirs' like that, you may as well not say 'em. The only officers that'll notice are the ones that'll care."
Make it snappy and mean it or don't say it all. He's sure the kid thinks he's being cute and oh-so-clever, but he's sure the kid would look even cuter with his head mounted on top of a pike out in front.
There is a reason why Needlenose doesn't let Spinister decorate.
He replies rather bluntly to Barricade, "Seems a bit... dead." Just not dead enough.
//Mmm. Don't make a habit of underestimating anyone,// Spinister replies hazily, and it's unclear if he's stating it as a personal rule or advice to his partner.
Eye-Fire is going to be disappointed, for Needlenose hauls Spinister off.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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Post by Holi-3 on Jul 23, 2008 20:43:40 GMT -5
Smug? Holi? Maybe a little. He wasn't even really trying to get a rise out of Needlenose, but boy, is he surprised. Now, he isn't sure just what scheme of his Needlenose is on to; he hasn't even spoken to the guy until now. He's hardly seen him. Maybe these guys have surveillance systems he hasn't noticed?
Or maybe Needlenose is just overcharged and paranoid, because Holi isn't up to anything. Not at the moment.
"Er… whatever you say, sir?" he murmurs, looking appropriately awkward and baffled for the Mayhem's outburst. He has no idea what Needlenose is on about. "I'll keep that in mind," he then says to Spinister. "I was just surprised. After all, I'm not really used to working with Decepticons, sir." That part's true, at least, and he says no more on the matter; he just waves politely after the pair as they leave.
Only after they're gone does he finally look at Eye-fire, and he's careful not to let himself so much as quirk up one corner of his mouth at the sight of the crazy gun-former. Inwardly, though, his grin stretches from receptor to receptor and it isn't a nice one. After the stupid cyclops decided to grab him, he's more than glad to see that karma paid the Decepticon back for it.
"…Oh, d'you mean me?" he wonders innocently, peering upward from beneath his brim. "Because Christmas isn't for a few months yet."
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Post by Eye-fire on Jul 29, 2008 13:20:26 GMT -5
Eye-Fire is just about to ask Spinister about Scourge when Needlenose pulls Spinister into the void that is the rest of the party. He entertains the notion of chasing after the two for a while, but decides not to risk getting caught up in the drunken revelry, especially sans arm.
Instead, he sighs and seats himself, rubbing the shoulder joint of his right arm with his left hand. He'll have to see about getting it replaced tommorrow.
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OOC Note: Post order changed with player permission. Barricade will post back in some time after me.
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Post by Barricade on Jul 30, 2008 14:56:08 GMT -5
Actually, Needlenose is pulling Spinister out of the chaos of the party, not into it, but the end result is the same: a fully intact Barricade, a damaged Eye-Fire, and the micromaster which Eye-Fire is apparently electing now to ignore.
Barricade smirks to himself. He's learned to ignore the little guys at his peril and knows better than to do so anymore. No, Holi probably won't do anything now in the full swing of the party - and in front of all of these witnesses - but Barricade is certain that the pint-sized, lying black cop car will remember this "slight."
Revenge, after all, is a cube best served cold. It should also be served much easier once he manages to pass off his little... gift for the sprite. Oh, but some stupid lug of an Autobot is likely to get quite the shock one of these days, when they find out first hand that their little pet has teeth. Christmas is a few months off, indeed.
"You're looking a bit more intact than before," he intones with amusement as he glances down at where Eye-Fire has seated himself. For his part, Barricade has no intentions of apologizing to anyone for his performance in the battle. Although he'd spent some of it offline, he'd also tied up Rodimus Prime for a bit.
Besides, the only mechanism worthy of an apology is Lord Megatron. To apologize to anyone else is a sign of weakness. He has no desire to give anyone the satisfaction of that.
Yes, Barricade is an arrogant cuss. None of these ruminations leave any hint on his features, though, even for one who might be adept at reading the strange, monstrous features of Decepticons from his reality. No, instead, it is an expression of almost bored amusement he wears like a grafted mask.
"Had a chance to scavenge yet?" he asks Holi. "Mirror of your own base, bet you know where the best salvage will be."
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Post by Holi-3 on Jul 30, 2008 18:15:50 GMT -5
And… he's being ignored. Well. It's better than being smacked around. Or grabbed. Holi is, however, still basically alone with the freakjob cop car and the whackjob gun and absolutely not using the cover of his optic band to eye them suspiciously.
"I don't do that sort of thing," he dutifully answers Barricade. Unless ordered. Sure, he can get in and out where others bigger or clumsier can't, but that doesn't mean he's about to volunteer for rummaging in a collapsed ruin that could crumble the rest of the way right down on his head. And maybe he knows where to look for the good stuff. Maybe he doesn't. Barricade doesn't get to know which. "Say, why don't I go get you bots some drinks?" Holi asks invitingly. Oh, he just climbed down from the table? Not a problem at all! He might not even spill much. But, well, if he makes a mess of things, he might be a little longer getting back since of course he'll have to clean up.
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Post by Eye-fire on Jul 31, 2008 5:17:17 GMT -5
Eye-Fire fist notices Holi when he speaks up, and looks down at the Micromaster for a few seconds.
"Oh, please excuse me. I didn't mean to ignore you, but this damage to one of my core systems seems to have left me slightly... less perceptive than normal." He says to Holi. He should also probably apologize about earlier, and he might if he thinks up a good enough excuse for his behavior.
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Post by Barricade on Aug 7, 2008 17:49:36 GMT -5
Barricade snorts gracelessly and shakes his head. "Trust this sludge? No thanks." That isn't courtesy in that "thanks," it's sarcasm. He's Barricade. He doesn't do courtesy. Not unless there's something in it for him.
Of course, that just makes Eye-Fire very weird in his book. Apologies? Huh.
"Not with a bored chemists running around." And speaking of bored... Barricade is rapidly approaching that state. Better get on with what he'd come for so he can go find some fun somewhere else. Maybe he'll give Wreckage a call. It's been far too quiet from that sector in a while, and Wreckage could probably use a friendly voice popping in out of no where. Heh.
"Too bad you don't, though," Barricade observes while examining the tips of one set of claws. "Find some interesting stuff if you just poke around a little bit." There's a flash of dull grey as Barricade flips something small out towards Holi from his other hand, watching with a quirked optic as the Micromaster scaled pistol hits the ground and slides to a halt in the dust at Holi's feet, unless he's dodged.
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Post by Holi-3 on Aug 8, 2008 20:41:42 GMT -5
Oh, poor Eye-fire.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Holi tells the gun-former in a patently insincere tone. You deserve it anyway. "Fine, no drinks then. Can't say I didn't offer." And he shrugs off both the lack of interest and Barricade's continued verbal poking. He doesn't so much as take a step back when something comes flying at him; he's had things thrown at him before. He knows what it looks like when something's flying at him and it doesn't look like that. If it wasn't a gun, he wouldn't even bother, but he stoops and picks it up with a casualness that belies how wary of it he is.
Why does this freak care enough to hand him a weapon anyway? No, that can't be it. He doesn't care. The thing's probably rigged to blow up in Holi's face, or shock him, or something equally stupid and embarrassing and painful.
"I just bet," he murmurs flatly, looking the weapon over with a light touch.
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Post by Eye-fire on Aug 9, 2008 3:14:34 GMT -5
Eye-Fire stares at Holi for longer than necessary, the whirring and clicking of his scope betraying his annoyance with the sub sized target to any of his fellow Decepticons who know him. He tried to be nice, even if he may have harassed the small cop car before. Normally he'd put up with and ignore him, but he's currently in no mood to take slag.
"Does your home reality have any snipers, Barricade? Or yours, Holi?" He asks as he quickly snaps his gaze away from Holi.
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