Perceptor-3
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Post by Perceptor-3 on Jul 8, 2008 19:45:47 GMT -5
Not the captain of his own fate, indeed. Perceptor retreats from Shockwave's too-knowing gaze as quickly as is seemly without making his retreat obvious.
No one owns him! No one.
Except... He is lying to himself as much as he lied to Shockwave, and the Prime's proximity in his drugged and charged state is not helping the fiery surge of his roiling emotions one little bit. He needs away from here, away from that too smug Prime of theirs, away from Mirage's jabs and jibes and that too-calm cyclopean stare.
A flash of silver hovering at the edges of the gathering catches his attention as he storms away from the silent Decepticon scientist. A flash of silver that reminds Perceptor of Mirage's spiteful jabs.
Another thin little snarl slips from Perceptor's pursed lip components, fury briefly rekindling before subsiding into smoldering heat clutched deep within once again. He will not be owned, and he will not be mocked. Not by that gutter rat and his master. Not tonight.
Perceptor's path alters toward that silent silver watcher, and he pulls that smoldering fury into his hands and molds it into something else, something just as heated, forged on the anvil of the vestiges of his brush with the Matrix.
"Hello, Jazz," he purrs.
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Post by Jazz-3 on Jul 11, 2008 15:29:52 GMT -5
"P-perceptor." The response is quite swift, and startled, as though the silver figure were being caught at something. In fact, Jazz did not expect anyone to take notice of a watcher-- not on this evening. Not after so many have been imbibing in the sort of libations that would relax the mind, lower guards-- something that this particular being does not do often.
Jazz does, however, not mind watching from a safe distance, where indescretions and faux pas can be noted for future reference.
Like the fact that Perceptor is drinking his own brew. And was just talking to Shockwave.
No matter, however, the one who owns the silver Autobot is here, and purring. Jazz isn't wary of the purr in the voice. It only bodes ill if one were to find out how easily frightened off she was during the fight.
And there was no one around to tell /that/ story.
"Is- is there something I can do for you?" Posture has little hesitation in it, even if the voice does.
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Perceptor-3
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Post by Perceptor-3 on Jul 13, 2008 15:51:20 GMT -5
Even if someone were to have discovered Jazz's secret regarding the battle, a certain red scientist is feeling quite possessive at the moment. For Perceptor, possessiveness grants his favored subjects certain... protections. Just ask Synapse.
"You do not appear to be enjoying the celebration," he remarks, offering a sip from his cube. There is uncharacteristic warmth in his voice, and his optics are perhaps a little too bright.
Well, he has already had more than his fair share of his own cocktail.
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Post by Jazz-3 on Jul 30, 2008 20:41:35 GMT -5
"I have never been one to enjoy... parties," Jazz says quietly, giving a glance at the slight warmth in the tone. Warmth? How unusual-- how frightening--
How intriguing.
Damn that curiousity. It's going to keep her within Perceptor's circle yet again.
"There is a certain ... fascination with watching those whose inhibitions have been altered--" Jazz smiles faintly, "Sometimes all it takes is a change in atmosphere..."
OOC: Sorry for delays
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Perceptor-3
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Post by Perceptor-3 on Aug 3, 2008 16:20:02 GMT -5
"Indeed," Perceptor muses, optics narrowing in a heated smirk as he sidles another step closer. There is curiosity there from the silver mech. Perceptor feels a familiar hunger reawaken from where he had rather forcefully restricted it after storming away from Shockwave.
"Although, I have found," he observes, his voice an almost tangible caress against Jazz's plating, "that as informative and vital as observation can be, that far more may be learned from a more... empirical experience."
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Post by Jazz-3 on Aug 6, 2008 6:51:35 GMT -5
Fear is an old antagonistic friend. It wars constantly with the internal knowledge of what needs to be done, what can be done. Risks… are just not Jazz’s style, even if she could even be said to have a style.
That mix of curiosity and fear brushes against plating with the sound of the voice, making the silver Autobot shiver. Anticipation of the next phrase, perhaps, or with the sudden influx of ideas of what Perceptor might consider empirical experience.
He’s closer than she’s allowed anyone to get to her all evening.
“Observation… keeps one from… getting too far in.” Jazz tries to explain, “It is safer to not get caught up in the moment—“
Jazz doesn’t give in to the instinct to back away, despite the words. No one will notice, or care that a certain silver Autobot is speaking to Perceptor.
Nothing unusual about that.
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Post by Perceptor-3 on Aug 7, 2008 18:11:51 GMT -5
Perceptor has always been able to get closer to Jazz than anyone else is allowed. Of course, he knows more about her than anyone else here, and she has been careful to keep him intrigued enough that he's seen no reason to alter that status.
"Safer, perhaps," he agrees smoothly, one hand rising to flutter to a halt against her hip. "However, not nearly as... satisfying."
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Post by Jazz-3 on Aug 12, 2008 17:02:53 GMT -5
A touch that sends a flutter through a few relays, that, were it not Perceptor, would result in complete panic.
Jazz is cautious, yes, and though she's kept a lot of things from the Autobots -- and yes, even Perceptor himself-- she does understand something of the hunger that is in the scientist's touch.
She does understand the need to touch, and allows it. He does own her, in a way-- one that brings a hint of the thrill of risk, and yet---
"Satisfaction..." Jazz says in the soft tones that might startle some. "Is what you desire right now."
Not a question-- and one hand caresses the arm that is currently attached to her hip. The party is forgotten, for now-- observations set aside.
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Perceptor-3
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Post by Perceptor-3 on Aug 12, 2008 20:22:45 GMT -5
Perceptor smiles as he feels that touch along his arm, optics dimming a notch. Yes. Yes, he does. But his pride is still stinging, and this isn't totally about him, except that it is.
"And you?" he asks in a low purr. "What do you desire?"
Frighteningly enough, he actually appears to truly want to know.
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Post by Jazz-3 on Aug 13, 2008 7:18:45 GMT -5
A dozen things come to mind, fleetingly, temporary-- and yet... Jazz still knows they aren't what Perceptor would want to hear. Except...
"What I want, right now, Perceptor?" Jazz purrs convincingly. "Is your satisfaction."
It's not a complete lie, or evasion. Jazz does want Perceptor to be satisfied, benevolent--
A hand traces lines and contours with a cautious and light touch.
"Nothing less."
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Perceptor-3
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Post by Perceptor-3 on Aug 19, 2008 20:44:14 GMT -5
Perceptor shivers faintly at the combination of that light touch and those quiet words. Oh, Jazz, you actually have little to worry about this evening. Less than ever before, perhaps. With those stinging words of Shockwave's still echoing in his processor, Perceptor is very much in a benevolent mood.
"Truly," he purrs in response, stepping closer still until there is just the hum of slowly heating air in the thin space between their bodies. His hand at her hip slides gently uparound to her back in a light, so very light, carressing hold; she could break it with a breath, if she wished to, and he is making no effort to hide that fact.
Perceptor is the very picture of benevolence tonight.
"Perhaps, then, a change of venue to someplace more... private... would be in order?" he murmurs, smiling. "I am certain that you have already located several such places in your explorations by now."
Yes, he is even allowing her to choose their bolt-hole.
ooc: fade to black soonish?
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Post by Jazz-3 on Aug 21, 2008 10:26:40 GMT -5
Ah, but Jazz has located a half dozen such places. Private. Secluded. Safe.Most certainly she's going to keep the most secure and hidden locations secret-- however there is a certain place, just big enough for whatever Perceptor has in mind... A delightful warmth creeps through her body as Perceptor touches Jazz with that ever so /gentle/ hold. Break free? Why would she want to do that right now? All her own rules about not getting caught up in the moment have flown out the proverbial window, and been forgotten so quickly. "Private... yes..." softly, almost unable to break the contact in order to lead Perceptor towards that certain place. For his satisfaction-- but perhaps, just perhaps it will be for her own as well... OOC: Yes. Fading to black would be a good idea.
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