Nimbus Tsura
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Secretary to Mr. Breakaway
Sky-Painter Extraordinaire
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 30, 2009 17:57:45 GMT -5
Skyblast is just a hair slow in looking over at Tracks. Why should he hurry to address someone who forgot someone so fabulous as Skyblast? Smirking slightly, he asks, "Oh, really?"
When, he smoothly turns his attention back to Skid-Z and replies, "I'm not trained in formal calligraphy, if that's what you're asking? Though I can do skywriting..."
Hmm. That's not Skid-Z's usual colour scheme, and doesn't he usually have some racing tampos? Hmm...
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Skyfire
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I'm a scientist, not a....
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Post by Skyfire on Aug 30, 2009 18:08:19 GMT -5
"It does look so," Skyfire says, agreeing with Botanica. Skyfire grins at Jetfire (the big black one). "You do, do you? You and I need to schedule some time together at the nav station--I bet you could fill in some of the blanks in our charts!" His stance shifts, and his optics brighten. "Yes--my original mission was to explore new worlds and star systems for energy sources and signs of intelligent life. I was marooned on Earth in its distant past during a violent polar storm--then found myself here, in a violent polar storm. Exploration has its dangers; I bet you've seen your share." He peers at Jetfire's fuselage, noting the signs and numbers painted on it. "Judging from your alt-mode, you've also been to Earth. How did you find it?"
ooc: sounds good to me, if Skyfire's cool with it? Okay, off to new thread -- BG&P: Tall Ships
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Shanodin
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The Chamberlain, Her Chivalrous Immensity, Lady Botanica. The Unyielding Vanquisher of Weed Killer
This is NOT her field of dreams
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Post by Shanodin on Aug 31, 2009 10:25:18 GMT -5
"You know," Botancia muses, not really addressing either mech, "I continue to find it interesting how much dwindling energy resources seem to play a part in the various realities' off-world expansions."
Then she smiles up at the two, "Skyfire has a good idea, Jetfire. We can use all the assistance with the star maps we can get. My own knowledge is from much further in the future than most; my maps are as outdated as Skyfire's just in a different direction!"
Hrm. She should have snagged another drink before taking this hand up. Her glass is almost empty.
"But wait," she frowns, "Why would you be destroying any stars?"
off to Tall Ships
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Sept 1, 2009 18:48:20 GMT -5
A small orange-and-silver figure rushes into the room and quickly slides to a halt with a screech of wheel-feet on metal. Dropping his toes to the floor to help keep his balance he lets his optics scan over this fine and colourful collection of both fuel and people. Grinning, he raises his hands to clasp them beside his head - and he has two working hands now, haha! Much kudos to the fine medical staff of this space-faring vessel - and speaks. "Oh, jubilation and glee, there's still some left!"
"Bartender!" he says, addressing the room at large, "I'll have strongest thing you've got!"
Without waiting for a response, he practically prances over to the drinks, coming up beside a certain lewd, blue faction-switcher. He quirks a brow at Wheelie then twists his mouth-band into a smirk, raising up a hand to gesture a height equal to that of the table the drinks are on.
"Hey, shorty! You must be this tall to drink."
This coming from a 'Bot who isn't much taller than the table himself.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Sept 2, 2009 15:28:18 GMT -5
"Oh...Come on...Freaking...Ya got a problem, huh, tough guy? Just cuz ya's a table, huh?" Oh, the little rat isn't at all happy as he tries to find a way up the table, even trying to climb up but...Failing rather spectacurarly, firing off another stream of inventive curses as he fights to get up. "Can this get any worse!?"
Why yes Wheelie, yes it can, for you now have a lanky orange Autobot mocking you. Wheelie turns to give Whirligig something that could have been the mother of all death glares, which is sadly ruined by his small posture and broken optic lens. "A wise guy, ey? Ya want trouble pal? Say it again and ya got it ya ****!"
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Post by Makeshift on Sept 3, 2009 8:07:33 GMT -5
Still atop the table, Makeshift blinks at Whirligig, taking a drink from his cup. Then he notices the cursing below and steps to the edge of the table, kneeling to look down at a blue spiky thing with a foul mouth.
Still, the Mini-con doesn't know this little bot, so he shrugs, tugging out his tow cable and lowering it down to Wheelie. "Need a hand?"
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Sept 3, 2009 10:40:28 GMT -5
Attempting to look innocent, Whirligig smiles sweetly down at Wheelie. "But I didn't say 'it' in the first place, microchip!"
He looks slightly disappointed as Makeshift moves to assist the current object of his amusement. "Aw."
He quickly recovers, adopting a nonchalant posture, propping himself up against the table with his left arm, while examining the fingertips of his right hand. "You know, I could have lent him a hand once..." A beat. "But they put it back on!" He proceeds to wave his right arm about and laugh loudly, before quieting down with a small 'hrm'. "Yeah, yeah, lame pun, lame pun. Shh."
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Sept 3, 2009 10:58:09 GMT -5
Wheelie is absolutely fuming by this point, his face distorted into a vicious snarl and he is about to open his mouth again to fire off another salvo when suddenly the Minicon offers him a cable. He looks at the bigger mech in slight confusion, but he isn't about to say 'no' to his little boozeticket so he gets on anyways. "'Ey, thanks pal. You's a pretty swell guy, you know that? Well, for a no good blockhead I mean."
He may show some semblance of gratitude now, but once he's ontop of the table he makes a beeline for the booze, grinning like an idiot as he helps himself to a cube. "Oh sweet motherboard! Now this be the stuff!" He leans in to push his head into the liquid when he's interrupted by Whirligig's too-lame-for-words joke, looking at him like he's some kind of idiot. "What's wrong with you?"
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Post by Makeshift on Sept 3, 2009 12:55:30 GMT -5
Makeshift is remembering something he was told once. Something about some people being mean because of hard times in their lives, some people being mean because they actually want attention, and some people being mean because they're just jerks.
Not one to pass judgement, he shrugs as his tow cable winds back in. "Don't mention it." The novelty of actually looking down to look someone in the face has yet to wear off. "That reddish one there is pretty good," he adds, indicating the cube he took his drink from.
The Mini-con suppresses a groan at Whirligig's joke, but otherwise doesn't comment. At least he hasn't said the same joke six times yet like Oval.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Sept 3, 2009 14:21:10 GMT -5
Whirligig heaves himself up onto the table, sitting so his legs dangle over the edge. Easier to be up here than drag a cube off and carry it around the room.
"Dead people have no sense of humour," he answers Wheelie, for all that it... doesn't really answer much. Hm, energon so tempting. But poking at someone whose responses aren't just thought up by him? Even more tempting at the moment! "Bet I know what your problem is, short circuit. You've got angry little bot syndrome."
Reaching over to the nearest cube, he dips a finger in to get a sample to taste then glances over at Makeshift.
"How 'bout you, tiny?" This is very much a pot calling the kettle black sort of statement, especially given than Whirligig is fairly "Any deep feelings of insecurity spawning from your diminutive height ready to burst out at any moment in a fit of rage?"
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Post by Clipper on Sept 3, 2009 21:33:43 GMT -5
Clipper, meanwhile, has finished off her first mug, and her head feels all sorts of fuzzy, floaty, and fun. The mental alliteration makes her giggle as she bounces her way cheerfully back over toward the table.
Hmmm.... you know, that Whirligig seems to have a pretty good idea. She could certainly reach all the snacks a lot easier if she just climbed up there on the table and sat on the edge. Woould give her a good vantage point for spotting Holi when he shows up, and for talking to everyone, because she is feeling very talkative, all of the sudden.
Fortunately, she isn't as short as the rest of them, and has no problem pulling herself up onto the edge of the table, finding that lurid, buzzing energon she liked so much to refill her mug before weaving her way through the stacks of cans and cubes to plop to a seat on the edge next to Whirligig.
"Spy Shot 6 is tinier," she observes randomly, giggling before she takes another dainty sip from her mug. "And he's not angry. You should have a drink. They taste good." She giggles again, and grins at Whirligig.
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 4, 2009 11:39:23 GMT -5
A little late to the party is better than never coming at all. A Ferrari speeds up to the door of the room and transforms, Firebolt looking around. She cocks her head to the side, looking at the many people and nodding to herself, clenching her fists in determination. She wanted to meet friends, and what a good chance this is!
She moves over to the table with the energon where a few others are gathered and then nervously waves, "Hello there!" She says, as her mouth plate slides off. She looks at the table where the smaller bots are sitting and then looks over the energon cubes, picking up one. She takes a sip and then peers into the cube, "Yum!" she says. She looks back up at the others, "So erm... Hi!" she laughs a bit nervously.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Sept 4, 2009 20:28:16 GMT -5
"Yeah yeah, thanks, whatever." He waves Makeshift's comment off and tries to pay attention to his cube again, but Whirligig just HAS to keep pushing Wheelie's buttons. The blue bastard turns to glare once again at the taller orange bot, his hands tightening up into fists. "Yea', I'm a walkin' time bomb waitin' to happen! Pocket sized nuclear bomb! Ya really wanna test me pal, huh!?"
Hopefully if he makes himself as big and threatening as possible, Whirligig will leave him alone and go pester someone else, like those...Fembots...With curvy frames...
"How you doin', ladies?" His anger melts away like snowflakes left in the sun, a big, lecherous grin on his face. "Ehehe...Want some energon? The reddish one is pretty damn fantastic!"
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Sept 6, 2009 11:13:13 GMT -5
At the mention of the word 'bomb', Whirligig perks up considerably, head whipping back around to stare intently at Wheelie. "Are you really?" he asks excitedly. "I mean, nuclear, huh? Awfully messy-"
He's distracted from giving Wheelie a long tirade of his thoughts on nuclear weapons as someone drops down next to him. Attention redirect in progress, turning head to look at- "Pink!" He stares at Clipper for a moment then grins. "I do like pink. Could be a couple shades brighter, though." He's being entirely honest.
"Even tinier, huh? We got an entire squad of shorties here!" He flings out an arm to try and hook it around Clipper's shoulders, using the other arm to grab a cube and drag it closer, 'cause hey, people keep telling him to drink some. "Let's all form a special team and fight crime, or Decepticons, or whatever. We can knee-cap 'em!" He pauses to consider Wheelie's height. "Or unhinge their ankles!" Another pause to consider a 'Bot even smaller than Wheelie. "Or-"
He cuts off as he finally notices Firebolt. "Oh scrap, a tall person! Quick, nobody talk about our secret team of awesome!"
Grabbing his cube, he pulls it onto his lap and proceeds to act faux-casual by glancing around shiftily and guzzling down some of the reddish energon through the fuel siphon in the vicinity of his neck.
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Post by Clipper on Sept 6, 2009 13:53:50 GMT -5
"But don't we do that already?" Clipper asks Whirligig, not bothering to avoid that arm around her shoulders. He seems friendly enough, and besides, the energon she's been drinking has made everything so nicely fuzzy and warm. Why should she mind a little comraderie, eh?
"Hello! I'm doing very well, thank you!" she replies to Wheelie, grinning happily at him, and adding as she holds up her mug, "I have some, thank you. I really like this purple stuff a lot, but I'll try the red later." She giggles a little, kicking her feet. "My name's Clipper. What's yours?"
"Hullo, Miss Firebolt!" Clipper chirps cheerfully. "Are you having fun? There's ever so much to choose from with all the snacks!"
Now, however, she shoves at Whirligig, not hard enough to dislodge that arm across her shoulders, but hard enough to express her displeasure. "Don't leave Miss Firebolt out! She's nice! Besides, wouldn't it be good to have an 'inside bot'?"
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