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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 9, 2007 9:38:36 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron fairly grins at Hardwire's reticent reply, but it's a warm, welcoming grin, the grin of someone who would just love to hear what Hardwire has to say. It is certainly not a shark's predatory smile when he scents blood in the water.
He attempts to clap a hand on Hardwire's arm and lead him out of the makeshift base to where Slingshot will hopefully be waiting. To lessen the surprise of a surly white jet being waiting for them, he offers, upfront, "I asked Slingshot to come with us, just in case. Besides, I'm sure that Slingshot could use a distraction."
Emirate Xaaron takes a different direction than Holi and Wheelie did. He takes a direction that involves more overhangs and narrow alleys, actually. The Decepticons basically have an eye in the sky in the form of this Skyfire fellow. Emirate Xaaron does not want Skyfire bringing the Decepticons back his position or even his existence.
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Post by Cannonball on Sept 9, 2007 16:20:20 GMT -5
Hardwire glances to the hand on his arm, sighing a bit inwardly. This was going to be a long walk, it seemed... "Donnae know any Slingshot, but I s'pose ah will shortly." Once outside, Hardwire took up residence on Xaaron's left side. Easier to swing a hammer around into his face and turn the other way and run, if needed...
"So...jus' w'ere should ah start?"
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Post by Slingshot on Sept 9, 2007 21:59:06 GMT -5
Slingshot is loitering outside the door when Xaaron comes through it, and he falls in slightly behind the other two. Yes, there is a surly white jet here. No, he isn't saying anything, though he is taking a close look at Hardwire's "tatoos". Isn't too impressed with them if the expression on his face is any measure.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 10, 2007 9:21:22 GMT -5
If Hardwire isn't on the level here, Emirate Xaaron is quite certain either Kup or Nightbeat could extract that fact from him without much trouble. However, then Hardwire would know that the Autobots know that he isn't playing straight. Hardwire is so much more useful as a tool to Emirate Xaaron and the Autobots if he remains in the dark. What Emirate Xaaron hopes is that if he gets Hardwire talking, he'll get something out of him that's logically inconsistent enough to give Hardwire away without letting Hardwire know that Emirate Xaaron knows.
He does notice the side that Hardwire has taken, the side that puts Emirate Xaaron across from his weapon. One of his oldest and dearest friends, now sadly departed, had a harpoon hand. Emirate Xaaron knows exactly what havoc Impactor could wreak with that harpoon. Now, a harpoon is a thrusting weapon, but a hammer is a swingign weapon, and one needs to get a good swing to really get it going. He is not terribly assured to walk on this particular side of Hardwire. Sighting Slingshot, he pulls ahead and fairly skips to Slingshot's side. He must be giving the impression of someone rather flighty and scatter-brained, but that is quite all right. Perhaps Hardwire will think less of the questions that Emirate Xaaron intends to ask.
He greets Slingshot cheerily, "So good of you to join us! Thank you very much."
Then Emirate Xaaron ambles back to Hardwire's side, but it's his other side, the hammer side. There seems to be no intent in his steps, just mere chance brining him to the other side. He says, "Oh, I'm not sure where to start, really. Oh, I know! Why don't you tell me about those designs? Do they mean anything? When did you get them?"
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Post by Cannonball on Sept 11, 2007 17:36:20 GMT -5
Oh, wonderful. Ask about whatever that infernal green bugger had put on him.
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It comes to Hardwire's attention that he still hasn't seen the designs. Bother. Time to BS the way through it. "Ah...well, they be meanin' ah 'ad some disagreement over some issues with th' fellow who do me touch-ups" he answers, shaking his head a bit. "Bit o' a vengeful prank on 'is part. Got 'em not too long 'fore I wound up 'ere."
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Post by Slingshot on Sept 11, 2007 21:16:13 GMT -5
Walk, walk, glaaaaaaare.
Yeah, and what? This guy didn't immediately go get himself repainted after he found out about the tattoos he didn't want? Lamer.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 12, 2007 17:58:38 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron listens along to the answer and walks for a few steps before asking, "So... those designs are insulting, in your culture? Why haven't you had them painted over?"
He seems as if he feels sorry for Hardwire. Poor fellow, with those terribly insulting bridge designs painted on him!
Or not.
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Post by Cannonball on Sept 14, 2007 3:04:50 GMT -5
"Nah, not s'much insulting as just an inconvenience o' sorts. As for 'avin' 'em painted ovah, didnae really 'ave the time, an' ah wanted tae be a good sport, show I could take it like a 'bot." he answers, smirking a bit.
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Post by Bumblebee on Sept 14, 2007 19:52:58 GMT -5
Follow follow follow follow follow the yellow brick road...
Another ground vehicle with yet another dubious paint job - granted, for different reasons - drives into the area. Playing a rather repetitive song. There may even be some frolicking or skipping behind him in the form of a cheeful Junkion, as well as a detective of unknown level of surliness.
I don't think he'll be frolicking much, though.
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Post by Nightbeat on Sept 14, 2007 20:06:00 GMT -5
Nightbeat has crossed surly into outright grumpiness. After that long a travel with that song going over and over and over again, he's headed into the air of unhappiness that, had this been a detective movie, would have been the scene where he goes to a bar, gets drunk off his aft, and gets beaten up by between one and six burly bikers.
Still in vehicle mode, he fires up his communicator as he drives up. //Hail, Emirate Xaaron. Finally snagged the dame and got her to come on back. Also, you're now officially "the Wizard."//
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Post by Screwdriver on Sept 14, 2007 20:17:15 GMT -5
Screwdriver, who is once more in motorcycle mode, neither frolics nor skips (well, okay; occasionally she pops little wheelies in tune to the music), but she does sing along with the music Bumblebee is playing. She is obviously in a much more cheerful mood than she was when she departed.
Like the others, she's not yet transformed, but when she sees that it's the crowned Emir that she's being lead to, she exclaims, "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!"
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Post by Slingshot on Sept 15, 2007 22:19:28 GMT -5
For some reason that Slingshot doesn't understand, he gets a mental flash of Silverbolt with that mostly unreadable but partly baffled look on his face from right after Air Raid tried to claim that no, he and Slingshot hadn't been tangling with the Dinobots, and what made Silverbolt think that in the first place?
... And then there's singing. In English. Now Slingshot is making the same disbelieving expression Silverbolt did when confronted with his two battered brothers.
The singing is getting closer, and there's ground-vehicle noises. Nothing good can come from this, especially with all of these non-flying Autodorks around. Bah.
"Will ya turn it off!" Slingshot snaps in the general direction of Bumblebee and the others.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 16, 2007 9:39:38 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron listens along to Hardwire's explanation. It seems rather weird to him, but it isn't enough to cry foul. Time to ask about other things.
He is, however, interrupted. Bumblebee, Nightbeat, and the Junkion arrive, and Nightbeat brings strange news. The Wizard? Isn't Emirate Xaaron more like a cleric?
First, Emirate Xaaron makes a radio aside to Slingshot, //She looks harmless, I know, but she nearly took off Nightbeat's head with a little device like a throwing star on a string. Be careful.//
Then, he replies to Nightbeat, //I see. I am trying to see if I can lead Hardwire into some questions where his answers will give him away, if there's anything to give away. I want to know what he really is, but I don't want him to know that I know. If he is a Decepticon, then we can feed him false information. If he isn't, he won't know we didn't trust him and won't get huffy. Think you can help?//
He's sure Nightbeat could get an answer. He not sure Nightbeat can get an answer without Hardwire noticing.
Finally, Emirate Xaaron asks, "What is your profession, anyway?"
One where he has to get paint retouched regularly?
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Post by Cannonball on Sept 16, 2007 16:53:23 GMT -5
Hardwire looks in the direction of the noise...and sees an unfamiliar yellow vehicle, the strange femme from before (Understatement of the stellar cycle, anyone?), and ...he thinks the half-dead blue fellow from the skirmish that was attacked by the helicopter.
And there's singing of something involving yellow bricks. Right looney buggers, they were. He keeps looking for a moment before turning back to Xaaron at his question. "M' an explorer of sorts, hunting out various treasures, plunging intae th' unknown. Roit excitin' stuff, it be." His answer comes with a grin, as he's not -quite- lying.
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Post by Bumblebee on Sept 16, 2007 20:48:20 GMT -5
Oh dear, there is someone with an issue with Bumblebee's music. Well, since this was Bumblebee's best attempt at communication, if Slingshot agreed to shut up, Bumblebee would do the same. It'd be interesting to see who would not only consider this a good trade but would actively encourage Bumblebee to go along with it.
However, the Camaro merely offers a protest in terms of Slingshot's request. Sorry Screwdriver, no more Wizard of Oz.
You can't stop the music, nobody can stop the music..*
Though the music DID stop, thankfully. Ugh, Village people. Bumblebee transformed and offered a salute to the group - noone in particular though. He really didn't know who to salute to!
* Can't Stop The Music - Village People
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