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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 14, 2010 12:38:56 GMT -5
Rodimus smirks and shrugs. "I suppose that makes a weird kind of sense. Really, I'd rather just find a way to blow it up, but I guess we're not supposed to do that sort of thing here."
Wait. Rodimus isn't supposed to admit to things like that now that he's 'the Man,' is he?
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Post by Mirage on Dec 16, 2010 11:24:26 GMT -5
Mirage has his own share of issues, Sentinel, don't worry. It isn't all pretty boys (and girls), crystal flowers, and sweetened energon cubes.
He literally waves off Sentinel's concerns. "Not really, no. If they wished to come after me at all, they would do so regardless, or would have made better effort to keep me in the first place. It is not hard to determine that me, at least, they were not adverse to escaping. I likely annoyed them by taking Bambi and the Rock Lords with me, but all businesses have acceptable losses. Slavery is no exception."
Mirage's tone is unconcerned, neutral- too neutral, really.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 16, 2010 11:52:47 GMT -5
Glyph needs to play more dodgeball. That'll work out those reflexes.
Poking at an earlier conversation thread, Sentinel Prime looks over at Rodimus Prime and asks, sounding politely concerned, "Mod troubles, sir?" Mirage seems to be having mod troubles. Rodimus Prime has been implied to be having similar troubles as Mirage. It is a reasonable thing to ask. He's totally not being nosy and digging for dirt.
Sitting so close to Mirage, though, he can't help but trying to backhand the spy in the face, optics narrow and a bright angry blue, as he snaps, "Slavery is a lot of exceptions!"
Somewhere in the history of his universe, a very long time ago, aliens from the sky tried to enslave the Transformers. The aliens lost, but millions of years later, in a misbegotten soldier son who could not care less about freedom and more about order, a mark is still left.
Sentinel Prime catches up with himself, and his optics cycle a blink. He scoots away from Mirage, to the far side of the couch, staring at his hand accusingly. He has the horrified look of someone who might want to apologise and just plain can't (or won't and hasn't in so long that he believes it to be a can't by now). "I. Uhm. I just think it's cold to talk about slavery like any other business. That's all." He stares awkwardly over at Glyph, as if she can offer him some absolution.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 20, 2010 12:20:44 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Glyph due to time out.
Rodimus rubs the back of his head, a bit embarrassed, at Sentinel's question about mod troubles. "You... could say that," he admits, then continues, because if it's not in the database somewhere it probably should be, and it is common enough knowledge that he may as well be open with it, "The Matrix contains the... the essence, I guess you'd say, of the Primes who've carried it before me."
Then his tone turns chilly. "I'm going to have to agree with Sentinel on the slavery issue. Just because the Quintessons view us as tradable commodities doesn't mean we need to accomodate them.
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Post by Mirage on Dec 22, 2010 13:32:46 GMT -5
Mirage reaches up to gingerly test the fresh dents in his cheek. Bother. Those will take a careful hand to work out. Perhaps he will see if Skyblast is finally done with his work. Mirage misses the tiny jet terribly.
"Hmm, a hot button I take it, Sentinel," he muses, "It is refreshing to learn you care about something other than rules and your ambition." Mirage reads databases, but more, he's a spy. He knows how to read people, how to word things to best effect, and how to piece together a profile from observation.
He settles back into his corner of the couch, one arm draped across the couch back. The other elbow is propped on the arm and he stretches out his legs a bit crossing them at the ankles. Making himself more comfortable, of course, not shifting his body to best show it off to a certain flame-colored Prime who could care less how pretty Mirage is.
"I do not condone it. In fact, the entire idea makes me very ill. But fact remains that in this realm, on this planet- and others- it is a large business. One must use caution when discussing such things, regardless of how abhorrent; else, you may find yourself insulting a possible source or aide. Do not fault me for keeping to my role and function."
"I have no intention of accommodating them. I have every intention of one day bringing their entire operation crashing down upon their bulbous heads, and will make use of any and all means to do so if opportunity presents. What they did to that Pyrite and his poor girl..." Mirage shudders.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 22, 2010 19:53:45 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime stares at Rodimus Prime, trying to process what he just said even means.
Mirage derails him. Sentinel Prime is aware he should be annoyed, but he just acted on annoyance a moment ago, so he instead thinks about it. He looks at the dents in Mirage's face with a sort of blank curiosity - he did that? Sentinel Prime wasn't even trying to. Carefully, he reasons, "That might be so on the planet, but we're not on the planet, are we? No. We're on the Event Horizon, and we're all Autobots here. You can't have really thought I would condone..."
He antennae skew a bit, and his head tilts. "Oh. You were provoking me." He smirks. "Aristocrat, spy, agent provocateur? Okay, I get it. Are you done testing me, and can we get back to talking about Quintessons, or do you perhaps want me to jump through a few hoops for you?"
Sentinel Prime acts good-natured and friendly about it, but if Mirage embarrasses Sentinel Prime any more in front of the second in command of the Autobots and a cute carbot, Sentinel Prime will take Mirage down as soon as he gets a clear shot. That's just how it is. Sentinel Prime doesn't have time to be screwed around.
He looks over at Rodimus Prime and asks, a bit loudly, "So you have the elitist afterlife inside of you?"
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Post by Glyph on Dec 23, 2010 3:24:20 GMT -5
Glyph...finds the whole conversation terribly uncomfortable between the topics and the verbal sparring going on between the two blue 'bots, so for now she's focusing on her work.
She's squirming a bit, though, noticeable to those with sharp eyes.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 23, 2010 13:20:28 GMT -5
Rodimus sighs and covers his face with his hand with an exasperated sigh at the jabs between Sentinel and Mirage, though at least now they're more verbal than physical. Unfortunately, this means he misses Mirage's artful arrangement of self.
"So are we back to truce here, or what?" he asks, lowering his hand, then he blinks, optics flickering, at Sentinel's question. "What?! No! I mean- that's not- it's not supposed to be elitist!" He rubs the back of his head, tilting it. "And sometimes... I mean, in some cases it's them but sometimes it's just... echos? Pieces? Anyway. It's... it's supposed to be so that their knowledge isn't lost."
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Post by Mirage on Dec 23, 2010 19:18:57 GMT -5
Mirage's armor is Fragile with the plating on his face being the thinnest and most delicate. Sentinel is Strong. The dents aren't nearly so bad as the ones Ultra Magnus inflicted awhile back, but still, they are enough to annoy the vain spy.
"Pffft, please Sentinel. If I were really provoking you in an attempt to gather information, I'd hardly be so obvious. No, it is simply that I adopt a certain... blandness when discussing some topics as a matter of course, habit if you will. Politics, religion, that sort of thing," Mirage says casually, waving a hand at the blue Prime. Odd that Sentinel and Rodimus both now have been irked by the spy's ability to be so lackadaisical about sensitive topics. Perhaps Mirage needs to acquire a new skill: Needle Primes- Amateur.
"How goes things, Glyph?" he asks the linguist, "You look perturbed."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 23, 2010 20:27:54 GMT -5
"So you're condemned to be the adviser to whoever takes over your job when you die?" Sentinel Prime asks Rodimus Prime, morbidly fascinated. He has no idea what he should feel about any of this. He doesn't have any actual feelings on the manner, not even ghosts of feelings, and he just can't figure out what a 'normal' Autobot is supposed to think. Glyph over there is looking a bit uncomfortable, but it might be because Sentinel Prime just slugged Mirage. Rodimus Prime is acting defensive over the Matrix not being the elitist afterlife. Mirage is acting annoyingly smug and superior.
Sentinel Prime notes guardedly, "You must have a very high opinion of your own skills," to think that Sentinel Prime would never notice if Mirage was really trying to provoke him. Mirage the spy might think he knows people, but does he really? Could Mirage even guess at what Sentinel Prime's really like?
He just plows on, snowplow that he is, "So anyway, that Quintesson judge seemed like his... its? whatever thoughts were elsewhere, you know? Like we were just these amusing little playthings. Then it had me dumped in a pit full of Sharkticons. Guess I was invited for dinner."
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Post by Glyph on Dec 25, 2010 16:10:03 GMT -5
Ghastly advisors? Glyph finds this notion curious - even moreso since if she recalls correctly, Rodimus' reality is one of those lacking a spark. However, one curiosity at a time - she can ask Rodimus about it later in a more private setting. Asking about it out in the open like this seems rude.
However, if Sentinel Prime pursues it, that's less digging she'll have to do later.
Glyph is mildly startled by Mirage's question after trying to ignore the bickering. Wide eyes race back and forth as she stammers a moment. "Ah...they-- They're, um, going." She unfolds the pamphlet Sentinel Prime gave her and peers at it - mostly using it as something to hide behind rather than actually reading it.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 25, 2010 19:51:17 GMT -5
Rodimus's optics flicker a blink at Sentinel's summary of things. "I... I wouldn't really have put it that way, but... yeah, I guess you could say that," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.
Hmmm. He's suddenly feeling a bit depressed for some reason.
He's fairly relieved when the conversation turns back to Quintessons. Please let it stay there? Please? He snorts as Sentinel mentions being dumped in a Sharkticon pit and observes, "Yeah, that about sounds like my first run in with the Quintessons, too. They're real big of Sharkticon pits."
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Post by Mirage on Dec 25, 2010 23:01:57 GMT -5
Mirage smirks, "I just know exactly how good I am, Sentinel. Ugh..." Mirage puts his hand to his forehead. "I will be so glad to be rid of this headache."
He looks over at Rodimus, catching that moment of unease. The spy's finger flex, outward manifestation of the automatic desire to comfort the Prime. Something in the conversation upset Rodimus, and given what Mirage knows about one of the Prime's passengers....
"That sentiment doesn't surprise me. They continued to insist that I was nothing but a machine, a program, not an independent entity. They also seemed to think that I was... some sort of bootleg copy of their own work. So they are likely working on creating transforming robots of some type." He frowns, "Didn't they create the Cybertronians in Kup's reality?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 25, 2010 23:55:21 GMT -5
Glyph looks curious, Rodimus Prime looks not-thrilled, and Mirage's fingers just flexed. Sentinel Prime... still doesn't know how to react. He rubs his chin, and he asks, "So uh, who all is stuck in there, anyway? Optimus, I'm sure," and his expression turns sour for a split-second, "but anyone any good advice?" Did he just imply that Optimus wouldn't give good advice? Oh, he surely didn't mean it that way! (He surely did.)
He does smile at Glyph and says, "Thanks for working on this. How are you finding the front lines, anyway?"
Sentinel Prime radios just Mirage, and he asks, //Good enough to get the credits out of a casino before anyone knows they're gone? Or is that too bad for your good?//
Yeah, that's most of why he's pestering Mirage. Not hitting Mirage would have probably helped his case, but oh well, Sentinel Prime will soldier on.
He continues on with the main conversation, "Yeah, that's in Kup's write-up of his reality. Guess these Quintessons never made any of us, since no one has any idea what we are?"
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Post by Glyph on Dec 28, 2010 7:08:46 GMT -5
Glyph peeks over the top of the brochure with a rather troubled look. "Um. Thanks..." A nervous pause. "I... I would rather not deal with the front lines again if it can be helped."
And back behind the brochure she goes. That mess at the temple is still all too fresh, and yet all she did was hide behind a wall and fire vaguely in Needlenose's direction. Combat is so foreign to her. She's got enough trouble working out socializing with strangers - forget shooting at them!
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