Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Jul 25, 2009 22:06:52 GMT -5
If anyone were paying attention to their scanners, they might see a dangerous rise in Nightbeat's internal temperatures. First, he stabs a finger in Pee-Dee's direction. "Don't recall askin' for your opinion, Sweetheart. And like I'd go anywhere with you in the first place..."
Which he would. He'd just never admit it. Especially not when other people were around. It'd ruin his rep.
He turns back, trying to find some telltale sign of Mirage. "And as for you, High Roller, you wanna have this out? Try turnin' visible and fightin' like a real man. I'd knock you on your aft so fast it would make your head spin."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jul 25, 2009 22:13:51 GMT -5
"What are you talking about, Mirage?" Pee-Dee head-tilts slightly. "Do you mean Nightbeat decking Emirate Xaaron? He was just playing to his genre. People do that sometimes."
Well, Junkions do that sometimes.
She gestures in Nightbeat's general direction as he states that he's not interested in going anywhere with her. See? See? She is totally and completely correct here!
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Post by Mirage on Jul 25, 2009 22:54:14 GMT -5
Mirage ghosts over to Oracle and, after a quick radio warning and request for permission, he snakes an arm around her waist and molds himself to her side. He drops his cloak, confident that Nightbeat will not attack him when in such close proximity to another.
Not that Mirage is in anyway frightened by Nightbeat's manly display of manliness. But brawls aren't his style. Mirage prefers verbal sparring to physical.
"Bah," he says as his cloak drops. "So uncouth. Me, fall to your level and brawl like some common barfly? I think not. I have nothing to prove to anyone here, least of all you, Nightbeat. One day, perhaps, you may be so confident in your own prowess that you can walk away from such a challenge confident in your manhood."
Mirage just smirks at Pee-Dee. "You did not hear how angry the tauntings of my otherself made him, when my alternate spoke of you crudely then? A pity then. I may have to dig through my logs. But trust me, my dear, it is not just my presence flustering the good Detective."
He gives Oracle's hip a slight squeeze. //I do promise, I will make this up to you. A date, I think. I shall treat you like a queen for a night. How does that sound?// Somehow, he manages to not sound like he is bestowing a favor on an unworthy commoner, but just barely.
OOC: touching w/ permission, etc
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Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Jul 25, 2009 23:31:54 GMT -5
Having given assent to it, Oracle doesn't resist being pressed up against Mirage though her posture is still stiff with displeasure at him at first. After a moment though there's a soft sigh of air from her vents and she shifts into a more accommodating position. If Nightbeat does decide to come after Mirage, Oracle is going to take a bit of offense to his attacking with her in the way. Which is probably what was intended.
Pee-Dee wins the oblivious award. The gold plated one and everything. "Going to have to second what Mirage said Pee-Dee. He may be playing to a genre, but I don't think it's the one you think it is. He likes you and he's being a macho idiot trying to hide it. Punching rivals, posturing, denials...yep." If that doesn't work, Pee-Dee's hopeless. Of course now Nightbeat may just attack for entirely different reasons, but she thinks it'll be worth it. This mess is highly irksome.
Optics narrowing a bit, one hand ghosts lightly up Mirage's side until her fingers encounter the dent her elbow had left the first time she really hit him. At which point her fingers dig in and scrape lightly, that tone of his had too much of the arrogance in it that she seriously disliked. //What did you have in mind? I've never been on a date.//
--------- OOC: Touching with permission.
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Jul 26, 2009 20:31:17 GMT -5
Nightbeat has been sputtering pretty much since Mirage started talking, but now he jabs an accusatory finger in Oracle's direction. "I ain't never slugged a dame, an' I ain't about to start now, but that's the only thing that's keepin' me from layin' one upside your head."
Slugged, no. Shot at, yes. There's a difference, even if he's the only one who can see it.
He lets out a growl of frustration, before looking over at Pee-Dee. "You and me, Dollface? She must have rocks in her head."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jul 26, 2009 21:22:01 GMT -5
Pee-Dee can tune out Mirage, because he's blathering all sorts of Cybertronian culture things. What does he know about the way people sometimes behaving contrary to what they want to do because that's what the role requires?
But Oracle goes and puts it in Junkion-terms, then Nightbeat goes and plays right into what Oracle was just describing.
Her optics flicker.
She tilts her head slightly the other way.
The charm on her forehead began to flash in alternating red-and-blue.
"... I need to go find Dai-Janku," she says vaguely.
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Post by Mirage on Jul 26, 2009 22:06:28 GMT -5
Mirage shivers ever so slightly as Oracle's fingertips dig into that dent. It doesn't hurt. But the touch does garner a curious look from the spy. For one, he doesn't know what prompted it. For another, he is quite certain the first reason which comes to his mind is not the correct one.
Especially if she has never even had a proper date! The horror! Everyone should have a proper date at some point!
//Hmmm, we shall discuss details later, I think. I shall have to plan something extra special for you, my lovely.//
"Methinks he doth protest too much. I- Pee-Dee?" Mirage's tone is suddenly completely lacking in arrogance and pompousness. She seems...embarrassed, he thinks.
"I think apologies might be in order all around," he says softly.
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Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Jul 26, 2009 22:36:56 GMT -5
But Nightbeat, if Oracle isn't on the right track, why are you threatening to hit her? At least that's what her rather amused grin seems to be saying as she looks utterly unphased by the threat.
On the other hand, she would say Pee-Dee looks several shades of pole-axed. "Well, you never did say if you checked the lounge I don't think, but you might want to check there again either way. Even if you don't find him, it's got some place to sit down." Which might be good before Pee-Dee does something interesting like wander into a wall while she processes things.
Mirage is probably right about the first reason coming to mind not being the right one, though if he's that curious he could always ask. Oracle would also be very amused if she knew his reaction to her not having dated. It's just a date, not the end of the world. //If you say so, I'm rather obviously going to have to rely on your expertise.//
The offer of an apology gets a slightly odd look for a moment as she tries to figure out where Mirage is coming from. Alright, so maybe it wasn't nice to spring that on Pee-Dee quite how it happened, but apologies all around? Oracle thinks she missed something.
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Jul 27, 2009 20:43:40 GMT -5
Nightbeat throws his hands up in the air in frustration. "I don't know why I bother talking to you people, I just end up gettin' angry and needin' a drink."
He considers this. "Then again, a drink's a good thing. Maybe I should thank-you." He shakes his head. "Nah."
He starts heading toward the door. "I am outta here. It's Energon o'clock and I wanna be overenergized by Energon-fifteen."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jul 28, 2009 13:03:06 GMT -5
Pee-Dee moves aside, her charm still flashing. It seems going to find Dai-Janku may wait a few minutes yet.
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Post by Mirage on Jul 28, 2009 23:09:52 GMT -5
Mirage frowns, first at Pee-Dee's obvious upset, and then the frown deepens as Nightbeat announces his intentions.
"Yes. Go crawl into a cube. Such an evolved way of dealing with stress you have there Nightbeat," Mirage snarks. He then detaches himself from Oracle and crosses swiftly over to Pee-Dee. Yes, this carries him rather close to Nightbeat. Mirage doesn't care.
"Pee-Dee, dear, are you all right? I am sorry, if I upset you...?"
Again, he can't help but think. What is it about Nightbeat that brings out the absolute worst in me?
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Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Jul 28, 2009 23:19:19 GMT -5
Very much in agreement with Mirage, Oracle casts a rather disdainful look at Nightbeat as Mirage moves away from her to join Pee-Dee. Going drinking because he's annoyed? Crass.
Crossing her arms again she dismisses the detective and turns her attention to the other two. She doesn't repeat Mirage's question though she's waiting for the answer as well. Seems like for the moment he's handling things fine and she would just be in the way. So she'll wait and see what happens with Pee-Dee. Hopefully the Junkion recovers from her shock alright.
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Jul 29, 2009 20:02:13 GMT -5
Nightbeat mutters something under his breath that's probably best not actually written down, stepping past Pee-Dee and doing his best to ignore Mirage. Oracle, he can take or leave. Pee-Dee's a dipstick dame and has her own set of problems, but Mirage... Nobody can get him riled up like Mirage.
He pauses, casts a glance back toward Pee-Dee. "Hey, Dollface? How's about you join me for those drinks? Gettin' blasted's a cop cliche too, right?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jul 30, 2009 15:12:16 GMT -5
Pee-Dee brightens considerably, and literally with both her optics and her charm, at the offer of getting a drink. Or five. Or a dozen. You know, enough to get righteously smashing.
Except with Nightbeat. Who is interested in her, all the tropes point to it.
And getting drinks with guys who are interested in you is usually considered a date thing.
"I a see a little silhouette of a man, Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango?" Pee-Dee sing-songs vaguely as she promptly curls up into as small a space as possible.
Yes, it seems that she defaults to "Bohemian Rhapsody" when she goes into screensaver-mode.
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Post by Mirage on Jul 30, 2009 17:48:03 GMT -5
When Pee-Dee plays the "How small can I get?" game, Mirage quickly moves to kneel by her side, trying to place a hand lightly on her shoulder.
"Pee-Dee, darling, love, what is it? Surely your fiery spirit is not so easily subdued by the alleged admiration of such a mech as he? I would never have taken you for a fainting flower," Mirage says softly. His tone is lightly teasing, but the concern is still quite evident.
"Will you allow me to carry you to one of the lounges, at least? I know from experience how uncomfortable this floor can be. I will gladly leave you alone afterward, if that is your wish."
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