Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 9, 2009 18:50:31 GMT -5
Day 20 -----------------------------------------------------------------
Soft, happy humming of non-songs are echoing throughout this not so heavy trafficked hall of Ship, as Mistwind found for himself a cheap and easy way to spend his time. All with water, thickening solution and colors!
"~All the way, all the way, all the way to the end~" Sings the Con, tilting his head from one side to the other and back.
Having lined up his bucket, and put up a ladder support near the wall, the Decepticon commandeered graffity faster than fire to gasoline, staining his 'canvas' with inexperienced attempts at painting. Would he know it's actually quite a good way to improve the motory systems if done for years?
As for that matter, probably not: the colored goo is practically all over Mistwind's hands, digits being used in absence of proper tools like, ooh, an airbrush! But he couldn't possible explain to Hook why he needed to borrow one of the big airbrush systems, and besides, Mistwind doubts he could handle the power.
So hands will suffice to allow for artistic endeavors now that Gillanan no longer provides sufficient distraction.
But the in-progress Decepticon sigil is very neat in comparison to the failed spacejets amidst stars. Hah! Without lines to keep within, beat that!
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Post by Dead End on Aug 10, 2009 7:08:20 GMT -5
As fate would have it, Dead End is the first person to roll down that stretch of corridor. We do mean 'roll', as the Stunticon drives everywhere. He swerves, missing Mistwind's ladder, then skids to a halt and transforms.
He stops to contemplate the hall decor, the violet glow behind his visor alternately brightening and dimming as he takes in various figures of interest.
"So... dadaist abstract inspired by Picasso's 'Blue' period, or childish fingerpainting? Aspiring art critics wish to know," Dead End says in a sonorous voice.
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 10, 2009 18:24:54 GMT -5
If Mistwind heard and/or noticed Dead End's swerve around the ladder, he didn't show it, absorbed in getting the downward point of the logo indeed pointy. Untill the Decepticon mentions things that catch his attention for being all out confusing!
"Dyedye?" Optics are still set on the wall as he starts on the right triangle, though Mistwind alters it to become a band running further across the wall, "Pica-what?" Bot whips around to stare at Dead End, "What 'Blue' period?" A look of concern: "Are you feeling okay?"
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Aug 11, 2009 23:14:18 GMT -5
"No, of course not. My existence is doomed to end pointlessly and painfully, probably from some futile battle or other, possibly sooner from this ship meeting some random shard of debris at superluminal speeds and us all vanishing in a flash of actinic light and heat. Does that sound 'okay' to you?" Dead End asks in the same matter of fact tone he might have mentioned the new watch-standing schedule. (He has also apparently been reading E. E. Smith lately) "However," he says, holding the pause through a brief radio conversation, "... I was comparing your mural to certain Earth art styles. They don't translate well to Cybertronian." Dead End sighs. How can he be a pretentious art critic if no one understands what he's saying? Perhaps he can get tips from Needlenose.
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 12, 2009 14:23:19 GMT -5
"That sounds perfectly fine to me, Dead End Sir!!" Mistwind replies cheerily, perhaps a bit too cheerily for the implications of the 'prediction'. Hey, this is Dead End after all!
Mistwind scratches the side of his helmet thoughtfully, unaware that he's staining himself blue now, blinking, "Earth?! Geeh, well, I've never been to Earth, Sir, heard enough talk of it especially now here, but, otherwise..." Blank.
Putting one of his hands on his hips - paint runs down a thigh and joint, never have anyone say Mistwind is neat - he gives Dead End measuring looks up and down, "So. Earth doesn't translate to Cybertronian... does it work the other way around?"
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Post by Dead End on Aug 14, 2009 20:55:09 GMT -5
"Earthlings are very artistic," Dead End says. "Pity we probably won't survive to get there."
The dark red Stunticon tilts his head slightly. "Well, sometimes it does, and sometimes it doesn't. The old mechs who have never been off Cybertron... sometimes have trouble getting a handle on the place. Human, on the other hand, have incredible imaginations. They told stories about aliens and robots long before they ever met any."
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 15, 2009 16:24:54 GMT -5
Mistwind's optics squint apprehensively at the thought of getting to Earth, "Why would you even want to go to Earth? It's an organic world!" He waves around forcefully, "I mean, the planet we left from was organic, so it's nothing special we haven't seen before. What's so special about Earth?"
Surprisingly enough, Mistwind does suddenly seem interested in alien culture, if only slight: "What kind of stories, Dead End Sir?" He remembers the mentioning of a childrens drama when the name Bambi fell.
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Post by Dead End on Aug 16, 2009 15:35:24 GMT -5
"It's full of humans. They are a very inventive race, with many ways of extracting energy from their environment. My alt-mode, in fact, my whole chassis is that of an Earth vehicle." Dead End reflects for a moment. "I suppose its all the energy in the environment that led the Autobots there in the first place."
"Gillanan III was rather like Earth, except all the people were missing. Rather takes the fun out of raiding and terrorizing." Dead End shrugs.
"The ones about aliens and robots? Oh, invasion stories, of course, alien monsters run amuck, and slave rebellions in the case of the robots... although later on, they showed a penchant for cute robot sidekicks to precocious youth heroes," Dead End waves dismissively at the thought. "Rather ironic, when in truth the precocious human youth was more of a cute sidekick to the Autobots."
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 17, 2009 13:19:05 GMT -5
Mistwind casts a glance over Dead End at the mention of his vehicle form being from Earth. Teeth audibly clench, facial expression hardening. But then it all melts away like hot wax to show politeness and peace. Voice is controlled, even, "Do all humans help Autobots? Did you get help from them, if there are so many? ....Then again, humans are tiny....aren't they? Weak....?" Says the con who's only a few grown men high.
Turning to the wall, Mistwind allows a depiction of Cybertron to rise from the Decepticon band. He tries to be precise, perhaps actually caring more for this image than the Decepticon logo itself.
While doing so, he snatches the bucket from by his feet, holding it up to Dead End, "You try, please, Dead End Sir?" He'd go puppy-dog look on you if he didn't just gawk at putting the wrong province on the wrong spot on Cybertron.
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Post by Dead End on Aug 18, 2009 19:34:07 GMT -5
Something about Earth bothers the tiny artist? How... peculiar.
"Humans are tool users. They may be physically weak, but their vehicles and weapons are not. Not quite up to Cybertronian standards, but they haven't had a few million years to perfect their technology," he waves one hand airily. "I shudder to think what they'll come up with if they do."
"They have factions, far more than we do. Some will work with the Decepticons for greed or power, but mostly we just took what we wanted. They did not all trust the Autobots, and we exploited that. Megatron was particularly skilled at convincing humans that it was really the 'evil' Autobots who caused all the trouble, now..." Dead End chuckles.
"Hmm..." Dead End tilts his head slightly. "Do you have a brush?"
Classic Porche Stunticons do not fingerpaint. It's messy.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 20, 2009 10:31:16 GMT -5
Mistwind looks actually a bit more satisfied to conclude that although weak, humans are apparantly intelligent enough to surpass their weakness in great lengths. A wee bit flustered now, Mistwind has to admit "Perhaps I might have been a bit, quick, on my opinion of humans"
"Brush...." Dead End gets stared at momentarily, "Are you sure? Wet paint feels so good between the joints! No? hmm... let's see"
Stunticon asks, Stunticon gets. Pulling out his scratch awl, followed by an entirely way too pink plush toy depicting a cute alien creature, Mistwind gets to improvising. With a practical grasp one of the ears is ripped off, then tied around the handle of the awl. With a joyous "ta-da!", Dead End is presented with brush. Be carefull of the edge.
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Post by Dead End on Aug 21, 2009 16:41:48 GMT -5
Dead End tilts his head; his expression is hard to fathom between the mask and the visor, but he seems a bit puzzled. He didn't recall hearing Mistwind's opinion on humans.
"No." He held out one gleaming hand. "Wet paint does not look good between the joints."
He accepts the brush and notes, "I am not an artist, more of a critic, really. I might manage a bit of calligraphy, however."
With the impromptu brush, quickly dipped in the blue point, Dead End brushes a series of kanji and kana along the upper edge of the mural. After a bit he stops and says, "There. It either says 'Victory to Megatron!' or 'Licensed Prostitute', I'm not sure which. My Japanese is a bit weak."
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 24, 2009 13:06:25 GMT -5
Mistwind didn't speak his opinion on Humans. But he did show initial dislike of something unfamiliar, pretty much not unlike Dead End’s commentary on bots who have never been off of Cybertron to have trouble understanding Earth. Even if he’s a kid.
The little Decepticon looks himself up and down now, mainly where paint is between his joints. It actually makes him look a bit more colorful instead of the saturated dullness. But ok, so Dead End does not want to finger paint. He’s painting still! Mistwind couldn’t be happier.
It’s his turn to tilt his head as he looks at the sign language, blinking, “Licensed Prostitute? What does that mean, Dead End Sir?”
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Post by Dead End on Aug 26, 2009 21:28:55 GMT -5
Dead End adds another calligraphic flourish, this one in a flowing, curling script. "That, I do know spells 'Megatron al-Nasir'. 'Megatron the Victor'," he adds. "I remember that much Arabic from watching 'Robin of Sherwood', anyway."
(He did a wretched job of connecting the letters though. Seems like someone is trying to write Arabic based on a quick-reference card from the Internet.)
"A prostitute is an organic unit that offers personal pleasure service for pay," Dead End informs 'innocent' young audials. "Humans have many weird taboos associated with the personal pleasure arts, however. I do not pretend to understand them."
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 29, 2009 15:36:25 GMT -5
Mistwind finishes Cybertron by gracing the area around it with three dots, eyeing the arabic text with appreciation. He then marks the wall with Cybertronian writing reading 'all bow for Decepticons' underlined with a few hard and rough strikes. And can't resist adding a small 'join us if you like' underneath that.
"Hmm, how many movies do you have, Sir?" He decidly asks, "I.... sort of get bored pretty often here"
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