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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 1, 2009 5:32:57 GMT -5
"Door's there." Skystrike says, pointing in the direction with Eye-Fire arm, before being distracted by something small and noisy on the floor.
"I'm assuming I can't step on that." She grumbles.
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Post by Eye-fire on Aug 1, 2009 17:33:11 GMT -5
"Just give me a second..." Eye-Fire says as he transforms into his rifle mode, about the right size for another transformer to wield. Even for a rifle, he's quite large even without his barrel. He floats over the heads of the others, and then swivels to look at them, apparently wanting to say something before he gets preempted by Aimless.
"I- What? What boobs, what faces? Is your organic broken? Or is his air supply deficient? " Eye-Fire asks as he transforms, first looking at Aimless and then at Misfire. He'd suggest kicking it if it was broken, like a TV, but Eye-Fire knows that organics are fragile. Perhaps a light slap over the head might do the trick?
(?)_(?)
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Post by Misfire on Aug 1, 2009 19:05:45 GMT -5
"No, you can't step on him. No, he isn't broken, deficient, or insane." No one asked about Aimless's sanity, but Misfire feels the need to clarify that regardless. He reaches down and the Nebulan jumps into his palm and clambers up to sit on Misfire's shoulder.
Aimless has his hands over his eyes, but he peeks out in time to catch Eye-Fire's latest emote. "SEE! PEEKING! BOOBS!"
Misfire adopts a very pained expression, one that changes to a mixture of confusion and disgust as Aimless gives him a very graphic picture of exactly why Eye-Fire's emoting chest bothers him.
"Er...apparently, the, ah, screen in your chest? It's display resembles facial expressions, and, erm, to organics like him the chest region...plays a big part in intimate relations and is not supposed to be looking back at one."
It's like having eyes instead of nipples!
"I, um, suppose we should put you back together now."
And then Misfire needs to find cleaning solvent for his brain module.
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 1, 2009 22:22:34 GMT -5
Fleetwind crouches down to examine Aimless, since he's handed off Eye-fire's body parts and screwdriver to Skystrike.
"Are you... sure it's not insane, Misfire?" he asks uncertainly. He tilts his head, confused.
Boy, it's a good thing Seekers here don't have turbo-fan titties, isn't it?
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 2, 2009 19:34:55 GMT -5
"Arm?" Skystrike inquires as she turns her attention to Eye-Fire, disinterested now that she's sure she can't step on the little noise maker. "Do you want it back on?" Just in case he doesn't, you know. Because Skystrike isn't adverse to having extra shelf space.
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Post by Eye-fire on Aug 3, 2009 5:50:53 GMT -5
"Yes, I'd like my arm reattached. The sooner its back on the sooner I can go throttle Mixmaster again." He says with an edge of annoyance. He wants to smash the screen in his chest or have it removed, but he knows, he just knows, that if he goes back to get it removed Mixmaster will replace it with something even worse.
"Also, this contraption in my chest does nothing other than display what I feel. Tell your organic that I find it extremely disgusting that he leaks waste fluids out of his plating, but I don't go and shout these things in his face." He says, looking at Misfire and Aimless in turn.
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Post by Misfire on Aug 3, 2009 10:48:16 GMT -5
"Hey!" Aimless snaps, lowering his hands, " I'm not stupid, an' I'm not deaf! I'm fully capable of understanding your words. Nor" he slants his eyes over at Fleetwind, "Am I insane. We already covered that! Don't know what Misfire sees in you...er, you lot." Yes, cover his ass before Misfire throttles him.
Misfire sighs heavily. As he moves nearer to Eye-Fire so that he can hold things for Skystrike, Aimless hops off his partner's shoulder and sprawls on the berth, looking thoroughly pissed off.
"I would think," Misfire begins slowly, "That having such a display would be counterproductive to one in your profession. It must surely make lying difficult.
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 3, 2009 22:46:09 GMT -5
"Nor do I understand why he would want to bind himself with an organic," Fleetwind replies, shrugging, "but this environment requires us to be learn tolerance." If he catches Aimless's near-slip, he gives no sign as he walks back to his terminal and sits down.
"Let me know if you need help getting Eye-Fire back together, but I'm not much of a tech," he says to the others.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 4, 2009 14:18:52 GMT -5
"Spinister is pink." Skystrike mutters to Misfire, gesturing for him to hand over a screw as she moves to line up the connections between Eye-Fire's arm and shoulder. "Maybe it's a sniper thing."
She briefly glances at Fleetwind at his offer to help before shrugging and turning back to work. It wasn't like this was very difficult. Of course, her 'school of tech' was the kind that involved too much free time with a toolbox and a teammate's mildly glitching leg. It was fixed in the end but only after three tries disassembling and reassembling various parts and a lot of unnerved jokes.
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Post by Eye-fire on Aug 5, 2009 2:19:02 GMT -5
"Its more annoying than anything else, Misfire. If I'm close enough to my target, and they know I'm there, for my emotional state to matter in a fight then I'm doing it wrong." Eye-Fire says as he waits to get his arms back.
"Anyway, I didn't want it installed. Mixmaster took that upon himself when I went in to get a new arm. He did though also give me a handy flash suppressor so you can't see where I fired from. Eye-Fire continues as he goes from mildly bitter over talking about Mixmaster to happy as he discusses the new toy he'd been given.
"I just have to hope the next time I go in I don't walk out with a bayonet alt mode. Speaking of which, I should get back to medical soon, Hook might need something heavy moved."
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Post by Misfire on Aug 5, 2009 14:16:46 GMT -5
"But Spinister is a Mayhem. Actually, not just a Mayhem, the leader of the Mayhems."
If Spinister wants to adorn himself with flashing neon lights and get speakers inset into his plating that constantly pump out Gothic organ music, Misfire is certain the helicopter would still manage to be silent and scary as hell.
Misfire helps Skystrike, Aimless sits on the berth and is sullen. With luck, this will all be wrapped up and they can all go about their business or lack thereof.
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 5, 2009 14:34:26 GMT -5
"The Constructicons are... curious sorts," Fleetwind offers Eye-Fire sympathetically. He looks down at the screen, then up at the sniper. "I would not advice gambling unless you cover that up, though."
He tilts his head at Skystrike. "I don't find Spinister's colors all that odd," notes the pastel yellow robot. "I mean, I've always found it easy enough to get overlucked with my own shade, although I do have the fact that I'm a Seeker working for me."
He shivers a little as Misfire talks about Spinister. "We do not have Mayhems in my home reality, but Spinister disturbs me well enough as it is. The way he seems to appear out of no where all the time..."
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 5, 2009 16:38:52 GMT -5
"Just paint or put tape over it if it bothers you so much." The simplest solution for an unwanted screen of any sorts. It didn't really fix issue of the screen taking up unnecessary power though.
Skystrike pauses afterwards for a brief moment in her work, contemplating the colorful little paradox that had presented itself once more. Why were there so many vivid, impractical color schemes? Some kind of wide spread form of propaganda? A display of intimidation or personal identity? Maybe a shortage in paint? Some toybox artist being overtly fond of purple?
Shaking her helm slightly, she goes back to finish her work on the arm. "Doesn't matter too much as long you survive with it then, I guess." She answers Fleetwind as she turns to retrieve the second arm from Misfire.
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Post by Eye-fire on Aug 6, 2009 0:45:27 GMT -5
"All of those are excellent suggestions, Skystrike, and I've tried all of them. Thing is, being in medical often means that Mixmaster can claim maintenance and then uncover it, or wait till I'm offline and then uncover it." He says slightly despondently.
"Bright colors aren't a problem. Being painted completely black, on the other hand, makes people ask why your painted black." Eye-Fire says as he moves the one arm thats been re attached, curling his fist and flexing the arm to make sure everything is ok.
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Post by Misfire on Aug 6, 2009 11:37:43 GMT -5
Once he hands off the last bits of Eye-Fire to Skystrike, Misfire moves over to where Fleetwind sits at his terminal. He tires to offer the pastel Seeker a gentle pat on the shoulder.
"Yeah, he's a scary one. But that's the point. Lookit all the different personalities and tempers we got here. Gotta tell ya, this lot is mostly sane compared to what we're used to dealing with. The Mayhems have to be the ultimate bogeyman in the closet to keep people in line."
"Not sure how he manages the sneaky so well, though." Misfire shudders a bit himself. "I just try to stay under radar and not hit the wrong guy. But I don't avoid 'em anymore. That just makes 'em pay more attention to you in the long run."
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