Rook
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Post by Rook on Sept 6, 2010 0:51:48 GMT -5
Rook replies to Mirage. //I am a diplomat, sirrah. I am attempting to do my job, and there's no call to take that tone with me. I already apologized for interrupting your evening and explained my reasons for doing so. I've no wish to initiate hostilities with you, verbal or otherwise. Terribly sorry if I've offended you.// Then he cuts the connection.
//You could call it conditioning, yes. I'm proposing an intensive training program. Though in this particular case extreme measures might be necessary.// Clockwork Orange-esque measures.
The Predacon doesn't comment as Slugslinger and Counterpunch apparently flirt with each other. Well, they have been trapped in this universe far longer than he has, and there's a notable shortage of femmes about.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 6, 2010 9:29:50 GMT -5
Without turning his head, Mirage cuts his optics toward the group of Decepticons and smirks. He attempts to open the connection again long enough to snark.
//Touchy touchy. You wouldn't last a day among my circles, if you can't handle a verbal spar. Pity. It's been ever so long- might have been fun.//
Then Mirage cuts the connection.
To Skyblast, Mirage says, sounding quite pleased. "I do so love being able to put a presumptuous person in their place. Now, we should be able to enjoy the rest of our meal in peace." Mirage strokes Skyblast's cheek again, then lets his hand glide down the jet's arm, eventually trying to tangle Mirage's fingers with Skyblast's.
"Under Prowl? Hrm. How was that for you? My own Prowl was a decent enough warrior, a leader even, but trended toward the utilitarian." Mirage frowns, and the frown is a touch sad, "He was from Praxus, though, which is... was one of the planet's crowning jewels of art and science. Perhaps seeing it turned to dust, seeing what little defense it could mount, changed him. I don't know."
"He and I didn't get along." Probably no surprise there. "But he trusted me to get the job done."
Skyblast will find no change in Mirage's attitude or expression. Truly, Skyblast could have confessed to being most anything, and Mirage wouldn't care. Mirage didn't choose to dally with Skyblast because of his station, his titles or importance. Mirage chose Skyblast because the artist is lovely, engaging, and makes Mirage happy in unhappy times.
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Mindwipe
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Post by Mindwipe on Sept 6, 2010 16:18:54 GMT -5
Mindwipe isn't sure if what he's witnessing between Counterpunch and Slugslinger is some mutual contest of annoyance, a bizarre mating ritual, or both.
Either way, he shall ignore it, because here comes the waitress with their orders. Mindwipe gives her a curt nod and a thanks before taking a long sip from his drink, which glows a bright blue.
//I would be inclined to call the need for extreme measures an understatement,// Mindwipe answers as his two lower eyes look at rook, and the third glances over to their...companions. He answers Slugslinger - "I believe meeting here was Rook's idea."
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Sept 9, 2010 0:15:33 GMT -5
Mirage seems to want to make Skyblast a piece of his meal, even if they can't have a meal in peace. Skyblast enjoys how tactile Mirage is, though, and he listens to Mirage's description of his Prowl attentively.
At Mirage's question, he explains, "I liked Prowl well enough. He was very by-the-book, dutiful, and loyal. Obedient enough to get himself in trouble."
His expression is faintly bittersweet. In some ways, Skyblast thinks that Prowl was lucky.
"I preferred answering to Prowl more than to Megatron, especially in the last days of the peace."
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Sept 13, 2010 18:41:23 GMT -5
If anything, Counterpunch's response just makes Slugslinger happier. It's so much fun to get a reaction – any reaction, but this one means they'll bother the others even more. Three for one trolling. How could he say no to that? So! Is the cranky lugnut playing along, Slugslinger wonders. Trying to discourage the attention by answering it positively? Well, far be it from this roguish devil of a jet to drop his role so easily at a perfect moment like this!
There's an edge of seriousness to his expression and in his voice, one thing he's never managed to train out and one thing he's never quite managed to fake, when he takes that tacit invitation in the way Counterpunch leans into his arm; he bends down to meet the carbot, optics dimmed, whole mouth caught up in a beckoning, wicked twist of a smile. The arm resting on the back of Counterpunch's chair tightens and he clasps his hand on the groundpounder's shoulder. It's a possessive touch. It might be tight enough to hurt just a tiny bit, but Slugslinger isn't really trying for that effect, either.
"The harder they fight," he murmurs low and dangerous and clearly for Counterpunch alone, lips just barely missing Counterpunch's helmet, "the prettier they break." Then he switches back to the brazen, obnoxious lout grinning amiably at Mindwipe and his parrot as if he'd said nothing at all to his unhappy date. "You'll have to excuse me," he says brightly, flicking his free hand to beckon over the next waitress since she has his drink order. He deftly scoops up Counterpunch's glass and sets it before the carbot before taking his own and standing. "I'll be right back. Gotta go say hello to an old friend." He glances up to reorient himself and pick Skyblast from the crowd.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Sept 13, 2010 21:10:26 GMT -5
"Better mechanoids than you have tried," Counterpunch purrs back, voice low, rumbling, and teasing.
"And worse."
Words aside, he seems, for all the world, to be returning kind with kind, though he says nothing as Slugslinger gets up and leaves the table. His optic band narrows slightly as he watches after the other Decepticon, then he shrugs and snorts, turning back to the others.
"Don't see the point of dealing with them any more than we have to if we're not allowed to kill them, myself," he grumbles of the Autobots. He looks between Rook and Mindwipe (though, as usual, never meeting Mindwipe's optics) and, finally proving that he's paid attention to the previous conversation, says, "So just trying to get away from us roughnecks for a bit, huh? Shame your timing's so rotten, I imagine."
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Sept 14, 2010 17:28:13 GMT -5
Rook rolls his optics. The Autobot just can't let it go. How juvenile. //I can handle a verbal spar just fine, sirrah. I simply have no wish to engage in one now, over the radio, when we're both occupied with our own dinner companions.// He just wanted to introduce himself so they could snark at each other later. //One must learn to pick one's battles, after all, rather than rushing headlong into every engagement. Such a strategy is sure to lead to defeat in the long run. Speaking of which, you have my sympathies for the ordeal you're about to be subjected to,// Rook transmits to Mirage as Slugslinger states his intentions to go harass the Autobots. Imagine having to live with that every day, Mirage.
The bird gives Counterpunch a look. "Are you two actually flirting or is this just some sort of disgusting game? I want to know whether I should blackmail you or try to erase the memory file." Because he's already having to override his autonomic fuel tank purging response.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 14, 2010 21:44:00 GMT -5
Mirage enjoys touch. It comforts him, and so he continues to hold Skyblast's hand as long as the jet allows.
"Megatron? I should not be surprised, I suppose," Mirage says, tone serious, but not in the least accusing, "I know mine is not the only reality where he did not start out a tyrant."
He takes a drink, and his thumb strums along the back of Skyblast's hand.
"Was it... did you have a difficult time, in those last days?"
Mirage lets the conversation with Rook die. That will be for later. Skyblast is for now.
At least until Slugslinger gets there and interrupts.
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Mindwipe
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Post by Mindwipe on Sept 19, 2010 11:54:00 GMT -5
"That's what I'm curious about," Mindwipe adds to Rook's question about the flirting.
"And...ah, well, I was content to sit around on Ship and tinker with personal projects, but Rook was...rather insistent on meeting here. I figured it'd be interesting, to say the least." His head tilts to the side a bit. "Unfortunately, it has gotten a bit too interesting," he observes, watching Slugslinger go to accost the Autobots.
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Sept 19, 2010 20:15:57 GMT -5
Skyblast groans over the Decepticon headed his way.
(Because Counterpunch needed more reasons to think that Skyblast is up to something sinister.)
Skyblast's optic shutters snap shut, and he'll tremble slightly to Mirage's touch as he admits, "They tried my spark."
Looking forward is much easier than looking back.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Sept 21, 2010 13:54:09 GMT -5
Slugslinger gives the Autobots an affable grin when he sees they've spotted him. He keeps his approach casual, minding the audience for now. Getting thrown out too early spoils all the fun.
"Skyblast!" he says with effusive good cheer once he's near enough to their table that he can speak up without shouting. "Didn't expect to see you here, of all people and places. You still in weapons manufacturing these days or have you moved up in the world?" His stare drifts to the carbot holding Skyblast's hand. "And who's the arm candy?" And where, he doesn't ask, are the other buddies you surely have? The little ones always travel in packs.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Sept 21, 2010 20:08:52 GMT -5
Counterpunch leans back in his seat, resting his elbow on the back of the chair to let his hand dangle casually off the side. The corner of one edge of his optic band seems to lift slightly as if to suggest a smirk, and he says, "You probably want to delete your memory file."
Counterpunch always favors Decepticons deleting their memory file. Granted, this doesn't actually answer Rook's question, but the implied answer is quite clear.
(It's also wrong, but Counterpunch won't disabuse anyone of any false notions. He's also all about false notions.)
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Sept 22, 2010 23:49:13 GMT -5
"Charming," is Rook's only response to Counterpunch as he turns to watch Slugslinger. "He's quite the weapon, isn't he? Turn him loose on a conversation and havoc ensues. Of course, he's as much a danger to his allies as to enemies."
"It doesn't do to sit around on the ship all the time. One has to get out and see the sights on a foreign planet."
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Post by Mirage on Sept 23, 2010 14:20:25 GMT -5
Skyblast's groan is echoed by Mirage's exasperated sigh when Slugslinger accosts them. Can Mirage not have a simple date with someone without it involving work? Seriously?
Again, Mirage makes that soothing run of his thumb over Skyblast's hand. The spy fixes Slugslinger with an icy glare.
"My name," Mirage softly says, tone icy, "is Mirage. And your name must be Thoughtless Interruption."
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Mindwipe
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Post by Mindwipe on Sept 25, 2010 23:39:54 GMT -5
Mindwipe drums his fingers on the table a bit, half-shrugging one shoulder. "So you say, but while I am enjoying it, I also can't help thinking that I could be making progress on things I was working on."
Though...something's been bugging him. He holds onto the table with both hands, leaning in a bit to peer at Counterpunch. "You haven't looked at me since you got here. Do you have something against the denizens of my reality?"
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