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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Sept 9, 2009 22:56:22 GMT -5
But-but Phobia doesn't want to be Mayhem magnet!
The bike looks up, optics flashing in mild surprise when Spinister asks them to introduce themselves. He glances down at the the Ravage (who is, apparently, a Ravage), glances back at Spinister before turning back once more and nodding.
"Phobia." He answers warmly, wearing an equally inviting smile. "Are you new here?"
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Post by Spinister on Sept 10, 2009 19:15:24 GMT -5
Amazing. These seems to be relatively non-chatty people. As much as Spinister enjoys the silence, he thinks he would enjoy slightly more telling introductions better.
Spinister peers down at his mini-cubes and taps them a few times to get out any air bubbles.
A moment, and he pops a mini-cube out and looks from Ravage to Phobia. So, who wants to try a freshly made energon goodie, still chilled?
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Post by fangsan on Sept 12, 2009 5:07:19 GMT -5
Ravage nodded his head before turning it down to the dish of energon still on the floor for him, wondering about having another lick of it for more of the buzzy feeling. Before he could do that however, Phobia spoke to him once more.
"A pleasure to meet you...And Yes I am new here." He nodded his head a few times again, using it as a cover while he pondered if his answer was really the most suitable one.
But the thought and worry didn't linger at all, his nose twitched sniffing before his head turned. He'd only just tried liquid energon, but now was seeing a energon goodie. He wasn't trying to be rude, just suddenly Spinister has the cat bikes full attention when he holds the still chilled treat.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Sept 12, 2009 12:40:13 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you." Now that the customary greetings were done, Phobia prepares to go back to trying to find anti-freeze.
Then Spinister offers a small energon treat to them.
Since the black bike wasn't fond the idea of taking candy from anyone, the cube doesn't garner a terribble amount of attention from him. He merely glances at it briefly and then gives Spinister a look that might've been just a tad suspicious.
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Post by Oil Slick on Sept 13, 2009 13:31:14 GMT -5
The door opens again, and in strolls ...yet another motorcycle.
But be careful! He'll make you rust or poison you, given the chance.
He was out looking for a large mixing bowl for his own purposes, and finds two other bikebots and one of those Mayhems, and he's offering them what looks like candy. Oh dear.
"...am I interrupting?"
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Post by Spinister on Sept 13, 2009 21:10:09 GMT -5
Spinister is the only not-motorcycle here. (Yes, even Ravage is a motorcycle.) He distinctly feels the odd man out. He doesn't let it show.
Instead, he simply set the first energon goodie down beside Ravage, and he pops out another two, holding them out to Phobia and Oil Slick. The energon goodies get a suspicious glance from Phobia, does it? All the more reason to insist that Phobia take one, then.
Spinister answers Oil Slick simply, "No." What, Oil Slick wanted a more informative answer out of Spinister as to why he's handing out candy? Work at it.
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Post by fangsan on Sept 14, 2009 8:13:09 GMT -5
No one had ever taught Ravage the important little life lessons, he'd had no teacher bots, no parent figures and no one to ever tell him not to take candy from strangers. Of course Ravage could argue that he knew Spinister now, he knew his name at least anyway.
Sniffing at the goodie again, he looks it all over from every side before looking up to Phobia. Seeing the way he was dis-trusting seemingly of it, Ravage should of taken the hint. But it did smell so good, and his lick of the liquid energon still had a small buzzing in his head.
With caution thrown out of an airlock, the cat bike bot leaned down with his jaws opening up. A moment and crunch later the energon goodie was in his mouth, he chewed on the chilled treat before finally swallowing. Unknowingly possible playing test subject for Spinister.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Sept 14, 2009 10:13:56 GMT -5
Phobia smiles and says a polite little 'Hello!' when Oilslick enters. It's like a mini motorcycle convention! Albeit, with a heli in the room as well, but it wasn't like anyone was going to tell the scary pink sniper to scram just because he wasn't a bike.
Speaking of the scariness, Spinister is offering them cubes still. Such generosity! Who knew Decepticons were such sharing and kindly people. It was enough to make Phobia's hair trigger internal warning systems go haywire with warmth and happiness. Nonetheless, he relents and gingerly takes a cube, making completely sure he doesn't end up touching Spinister in any way, smile taking on a nervous edge.
"Ah, thank you." He's not going to eat it though, no way. Rather, he's casting bemused sidelong glances at Ravage as the young mech munches away.
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Post by Oil Slick on Sept 14, 2009 13:19:25 GMT -5
Curious...
Oil Slick strides in a bit further, within arm's reach of the counter and Spinister's hand. Ravage has eaten the cube given to him, and Phobia has not. Ravage does not appear to be suffering any immediate ill effects.
However, even as devious as the Mayhems seem, it seems odd that one would just up and poison three fellow Decepticons. Plus, Oil slick just walked in the room. There is no reason for him to be poisoned, if there is poison in these treats, is there? Well, he could be a witness.
However, these could be just plain energon. Perhaps it is worth the risk to do this, if to possibly get in the good graces of the Mayhems.
So after a few moments of pondering all that, and gently prodding the cube with a clawtip, Oil Slick's dome retracts from around his head, and the cube is swiftly consumed. Like Ravage, he has a faint shudder. "Ah... A bit different compared to the energon back home, but still good. It has been far too long since I was able to enjoy it socially."
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Post by Spinister on Sept 17, 2009 20:10:27 GMT -5
Ravage takes candy from strangers. Good to know.
Phobia takes candy from strangers but doesn't eat it. Spinister won't be shocked if Phobia throws the energon goodie away.
Oil Slick is probably immune to all poisons, but Spinister does note that the bubble can retract!
Spinister considers his remaining energon goodies. He withdraws a powder and dusts half of them, before stacking them into a box and neatly closing the lid, and sliding the box off to the side.
He comments, "Mixmaster would do better. Hook and Shockwave would do better. Little Scourge, maybe." He taps one of his cheeks thoughtfully.
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Post by fangsan on Sept 18, 2009 8:40:48 GMT -5
Young and native. Ravage would if he knew others were thinking little of his actions defend himself by saying that. Overly trusting maybe he also has little experience in socializing.
While he chews and chomps on the goodie, he briefly does not even notice Oil Slick entering but that could be for the better as it was getting crowded. With a final crack down on the energy filled treat Ravage swallowed down, a tongue coming out to lick his lips as he shudders once again. "Mmmm gooood."
Ravage chuckles, optics's closing for a moment as he shakes his head a few times. "Ohhh...." A paw moves up, placed on his head. "I've never had those before, am I meant to feel like I've tuned into a dozen radio's at once?"
It may of just been normal energon, it could of been something else. Either way it seemed that the cat bike wasn't used to such a strong energy source.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Sept 20, 2009 12:02:54 GMT -5
Phobia wasn't going to throw it away! He was going to meticulously prod and examine it for anything poisonous first, just to get a gauge on on exactly what it was Spinister was up to- which was likely nothing but it put Phobia's paranoid little mind at ease. He eyes the cube for a moment longer, daintily turning it between his fingers. Then it disappears with a subtle flick of his hand.
"Recreational use of energon is terribly popular around here, isn't it?" He murmurs neutrally, glancing between the three of them before letting his optics fall once more on Ravage. He doesn't answer the younger mech's question though, seeing as his experience with recreational energon usage was on the unusually low side of things.
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Post by Oil Slick on Sept 21, 2009 15:44:49 GMT -5
Oil Slick raises his bubble back up, tapping a claw against it ponderously. "Mm... That all depends on the purpose, I suppose," he says in response to Spinister. "Or what effect you wish the cubes to have on whoever has them. Though from what I've seen of him, Mixmaster has quite an impressive range."
A glance to Phobia is followed by a faint shrug. "I suppose it depends on the 'bot. And their definition of 'recreation'." If one looks hard enough, one might see Oil Slick's mouth curl into a devious little sneer. His attention then goes to the catbike. "Mm...perhaps if you're not used to it, or haven't refueled properly in a while."
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Post by Spinister on Sept 21, 2009 21:32:57 GMT -5
Spinister sets the box down on the counter. Then, he kneels down beside Ravage, but he doesn't show any actual concern for Ravage's state, just cold curiosity, his optics brightly lit. he explains, "You sound overcharged," based off his behaviour and that description, "but you haven't had much." He looks up at Oil Slick and asks, meaning Ravage, "Cheap drunk?"
It's not like Spinister meant to get the kitty plastered!
Spinister comments obliquely to Phobia, "We have Constructicons."
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Post by fangsan on Sept 22, 2009 12:44:38 GMT -5
"I am not cheap." Ravage objected, speaking out louder then he had wanted to and moving his paw to cover up his ears. "Ohh...." He leaned down, laying on the floor shaking his head a few times. Taking in a soft breath he looks at Spinister, his eyes glowing brightly and brighter then they had been.
Turning his head up he looked towards Oil Slick blinking as if just noticing him there, before nodding even though his head was on the floor still. "Oh hello there. And I've never had this stuff before..." He paused thinking. "Never had anything as strong as this either...hehehe." He giggled and chuckled.
Shifting Ravage slowly moved up to his feet, the first buzzing feeling in his head starting to dim. It was replaced however by a warm fuzzy feeling, a good feeling which didn't just stop in his cpu but went all through his body structure. While up again he swayed slightly, a cheap and easy drunk even if Spinister hadn't planned it he now had a plastered kitty.
"Mmmm..." Ravage purred out gently, his tail flicking behind him as bright but glazly eyes looked around. Taking a few steps he moved closer to Phobia, rubbing his body against the other bots legs while purring louder out.
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