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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 6, 2009 20:04:54 GMT -5
Day 21, something like that.- - - Actually, just barbed wire. Sentinel Prime is trying to tape barbed wire all around Elita-1's door, thereby establishing why publishing the rooming assignments in a public place was perhaps not a good idea. To his thinking, it will keep her safe from spiders and all the icky things in space! It's a wonder that he even thought in the first place.
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Post by Elita-1 on Sept 6, 2009 20:46:52 GMT -5
After her talk with Blurr, Elita found her room and decided the best way to clear her head was to settle down for a recharge.
So she is oblivious to Sentinel's...safety precautions. At least until she is startled out of her rest by the noise he is making. (Because really you can't tack up barbed wire to metal without making some noise.)
She sits up stretches, and goes to the door. It slides open and...
"Sentinel! What in the world are you doing?!?"
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Post by Clipper on Sept 6, 2009 23:21:53 GMT -5
"Miss Elita, ma'am?" a youngish, feminine voice pipes sleepily up from inside the room. "What is all the noise? Is there an emergency?" Hard on the heels of those last few words, a very small, very pink and white bot - who looks an awful lot like a miniature version of Arcee, if Sentinel has ever seen her (either version, that is) - peeks out around Elita, one small fist rubbing her optics tiredly.
Looks like Clipper had been napping in their room, too.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 10, 2009 18:45:48 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime doesn't even have the good grace to look abashed as the ladies discover his over-enthusiastic defence measures.
He grins and gesture sup at his work, insisting, "Spiders won't be able to get through this barbed wire, you bet!"
Then, he frowns slightly and looks down at Clipper, asking, "Are you an Arcee?"
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Post by Elita-1 on Sept 11, 2009 9:58:59 GMT -5
Elita crosses her arms over her chest. Her optics narrow as she takes in Sentinel's safety precautions. One foot begins to tap the floor.
"Sentinel...," she begins. Her mouth opens and closes a few times as she tries to phrase things in some matter other than Have you gone nuts?
"I have roommates you know. They might not appreciate your...redecoration of the doorway. Also, I don't think I have to worry about spiders here."
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Post by Clipper on Sept 13, 2009 20:10:24 GMT -5
Spiders? What's wrong with spiders? It isn't as if a poor little spider could hurt any of them! Not even Clipper, and she's small!
"Well... it's, umm.... interesting?" Clipper offers up to Elita with a small shrug. She's seen worse, really. Holi is neat, of course, but some of his Patrol could be a bit sloppy and, well... boyish.
"No," she answers Sentinal. "I'm a Clipper, thank you."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 14, 2009 11:28:20 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime pouts and glowers and tries to hide his reel of barbed wire behind his back. He wheedles, "But Elita-1, don't you want your roommates to be safe, too?"
Lucky bootlegs.
Sentinel Prime drops down to his knees to get a better look at Clipper. She's tiny! He's not sure he's ever seen an Autobot so short! But her name... Clipper? Immediately, he asks, "Oh. Clipper! You must be really good at cutting things. Are you a cyber-ninja? C'mon, throw some shuriken. Or are you more a sai kinda girl?"
Sentinel Prime does not so much jump to conclusions as he throws himself at them, bodily.
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Post by Elita-1 on Sept 15, 2009 11:30:14 GMT -5
Elita-1 covers her mouth with one hand to hide the laugh that threatens to break through as Sentinel decides Clipper must be a ninja. She'll leave correcting him to the Micromaster. Of course, this does make Elita-1 wonder what conclusion he jumped to when he first heard her name, though.
She steps forward and tries to places a hand on Sentinel's shoulder. "Of course, I want them to be safe, dear. But really, how much danger can we be in on a ship, surrounded by allies? Not to mention the potential hazard your...choice of decoration could pose to people in general."
She smiles fondly down at him. "If you're trying to get my attention, there are much better ways, you know."
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Post by Clipper on Sept 21, 2009 18:20:52 GMT -5
A... ninja? Her? Just because of her name? Nevermind that "Clipper" sounds more like the name one would give a barber or a groomer or a gardener, but what would that make Holi? A cleric?
"Miss Elita, ma'am?" Clipper stage whispers, her wide optics never leaving Sentinal, just in case. He is tacking barbed wire up around their door, after all. No telling what else he might try if she's not paying attention. "Is he craz-- err... okay?"
"I'm... the personal assistant to the Planetary Governor of Micro," she finally manages to answer Sentinal warily. Definitely not a cuber-ninja (not that that wouldn't be cool, though), just a wee pink secretary.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 26, 2009 13:37:42 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime reaches up a hand to try to gently grasp the hand that Elita-1 has placed on his shoulder. He protests, "We're in space! A 'bot could get killed in space. Or on a planet. Or walking down the hall, minding his own business..." He makes a noise like clearing his throat and shakes his head. "I mean... great to see you! How are you doing, anyway?"
"Ooooh, I guess you clip out the interesting articles for the Governor, then!" Sentinel Prime amends. Planetary Governor? More weirdo fake Magnii like Override? He looks up at Elita-1 and insists, "Anyone could have made that mistake."
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Post by Elita-1 on Sept 28, 2009 22:22:40 GMT -5
"I'm doing well, Sentinel. Sharing a room isn't odd to me, since that's what I was doing at the Academy, and Clipper and Ironfire are a fun pair." She tries to shift her thumb so that she can run it along the edge of his palm.
"And, no he's not crazy, Clipper. He's just got an interesting way of viewing the world," Elita replies, optics twinkling. Sentinel may have gone a bit nuts, but he was still her nut, after a fashion.
"Now," she says, looking down at Sentinel, "What have you been up to, other than founding the Elita-1 Protection Preserve?" Because she's certain that left to his own devices, Sentinel will post the hallway No Trespassing and set up a security watch.
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Post by Clipper on Sept 29, 2009 13:05:17 GMT -5
Wait, what?
Clipper is far too much the carefully professional young lady to let on just how angry Sentinal's comment has made her. If he were here, Holi would have recognized what that minute stiffening of her frame means. The way her shoulders subtly square up, and she draws herself up to her full, if diminuative, height. The way her optics narrow, and that stiff, too-polite smile of hers.
Holi has seen that expression many times, but never this... severe. Usually because when she uses it on Holi, she isn't really mad. Or at least not this angry.
"My name," she observes coolly, "is not descriptive of my function. It is merely my name."
Relegating her to little more than a proof-reader or some such. That steams her radiator. She may be a secretary, but she's an important one! She does a lot more than "clip articles" for Governor Raikaru!
Interesting way of viewing the world, indeed. Through jerk colored optics!
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Oct 3, 2009 18:43:22 GMT -5
With his free hand, he points a finger at Elita-1 and protests, "You'd worry too, if you ran into Decepticons! And you'd want to take precautions if your friend had... I, uh, nevermind. But still! We should be on a heightened state of alert. The Decepticons are out there!"
What has he been doing, anyway?
Somewhat disgruntled, he replies, "Just typical work for a soldier. Nothing fitting a Prime."
Sentinel Prime stares at Clipper a bit, and he starts to say, "Your drill sergeant was weird, then - wa-hey. Did you even have a drill sergeant? Or did you get your name another way?"
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Post by Elita-1 on Oct 5, 2009 12:32:55 GMT -5
Elita inwardly sighs. What is she going to do about him? Sentinel seems to have been more affected by her future-past death than Optimus, seems to have changed the most. He wasn't quite this bad of jerk, nor this oblivious, before.
Or maybe he was, and she's just biased. Either way, she'd like her old friend back, at most any cost.
"Well, I think it's all rather exciting. Just think, Sentinel!" She steps back and spreads her hands wide, doing a little turn, "It's the ultimate explorer or historian's dream! So many histories to learn; so many places to visit! Sure, there's danger, but that's so much better than being bored to leaking with lectures and drills."
"And, sure, you may not consider what you're doing fit for rank, but rank is different in these other worlds. Who knows how long we'll be stuck here, and maybe you can impress people enough to make your rank of Prime more than just a title? Think in the long term, Sentinel!" she adds cheerily.
She's trying to distract him from (unwittingly) insulting Clipper anymore. Elita-1 does like the smaller girl, and they seem to have a lot in common. She doesn't want her upset.
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Post by Clipper on Oct 5, 2009 20:46:55 GMT -5
He sure seems worked up about Decepticons. Very worried about facing them, it seems.
Evil stirs within that adorable, pink little chassis.
"So what if there are Decepticons out there?" she asks with a shrug and that studied carelessness that Holi loves to hate. "I've fought them before."
Okay, by "fought", it was more like "hunkered behind a large rock with Holi and shot back", but it counts. And she's still alive, so it definitely counts. Especially if it will get Sentinal more worked up.
"But a drill sergeant? Why would I have a drill sergeant? I'm the Governor's assistant, not part of the Military Patrol. Wait... You don't get to pick your own name in your reality, Miss Elita?" she asks, turning a confused look up at the other bot.
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