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Post by Swerve on Oct 6, 2007 19:08:41 GMT -5
The punch hurt much more than it looked like it would – for Swerve, anyway. It feels like he's snapped and/or disjointed most of the struts in his hand. Nothing he can't fix, but annoying all the same. He blames himself for that much. Not that he'd complain if Emirate Xaaron were to shrivel up and rust sometime soon, really; the sentiment may or may not be audible in the raw engine growl that Swerve makes in answer.
He goes back to lurking over the ballot box, twice as sullen as before and thoroughly sickened with himself. Clocking the oldtimer didn't make him feel any better about much of anything; if possible, he actually feels worse. He's probably only going to pay attention to anyone who approaches the box at this point. Chances are they won't like the attention, either.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 6, 2007 19:23:55 GMT -5
So many people crowding around at once! Long Haul hands the stylus and sheet metal to Mirage, then turns to Wedge. "Sorry 'bout that, but he asked for 'em first."
Then he approaches Bluestreak, (mostly) unaware of the hang-ups the chatty Autobot has towards him, and explains, "That's Tiny. She's pretty friendly, but she does bite sometimes. We found her on top of the buildin' we're turnin' into base. Fought another one - big one," Long Haul holds his hands very far apart to demonstrate, but this really is very insufficient, "the day before. Hadda kill it, 'cos it was trying to eat the Em'rite. We didn't know it had a little one, but even if we had..." he shrugged. "It was still trying to eat the Em'rite."
What Long Haul does not add is that he killed it himself, although he did have help and advice in the form of Perceptor. It's not all his fault!
"Anyways, gotta get back to work. Base won't convert itself!" He pauses. "We ain't put that function in yet." And with that, he transforms and trundles off and out of this thread.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 7, 2007 1:07:36 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron explains to Bluestreak, "You tear off a bit of metal, write down a name, and drop it in the box. If you try anything funny, Swerve hits you. Simple enough."
Genuinely trying to be helpful, Emirate Xaaron comments to Mirage, "Not to complain, but for future reference, I've been painting Decepticon symbols on all of Tiny's rations. I want to teach her that it's good to bite Decepticons. Thank you for thinking of her, though."
Which Long Haul has been neglecting a bit, much to Emirate Xaaron's frustration.
He nods politely to Wedge and regards Grimlock with a crooked smile. Emirate Xaaron freely admits, "I am no imposing warrior, fit to lead a desperate charge. However, I have the planning skills to avoid needing desperate charges in the first place."
Looking perhaps a bit wistful, Emirate Xaaron sighs in response to Swerve's engine growl. He gives the racer what he wants, and he isn't even thankful. What a shame.
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Bluestreak
Rookie
Silence is golden, but the motormouth is silver...
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Post by Bluestreak on Oct 7, 2007 11:00:31 GMT -5
"Hi Synapse!" Bluestreak greets cheerily. "Oh, and hi Wedge... and Mirage, you're here too!" He has no idea that this isn't his universe's Mirage -- to him, a familiar face is a familiar face. "Synapse, I'm Bluestreak, gunner, nice to meet you. Do you come from my universe? I've never seen you before... but hey, there's a lot of mechs in our universe, so I couldn't have seen them all, could I? Hey, what's that?" He's just noticed one of the nodes circling overhead.
He tenses a bit as Long Haul comes near to explain about Tiny, then relaxes a bit as the Constrictico- Constructibot departs. He's GOT to try and get used to Long Haul being on their side! He doesn't want to freak and shoot one of their own mechs in a battle. He scratches Tiny's chin gently, then stands up.
"Heh, I'll remember that, Xaaron," he says to Emerite Xaaron, recalling hearing his voice over the broadband earlier. "I've been punched my share of times, it's never fun. Wedge, when you're done voting, can I have those?"
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Post by Mirage on Oct 7, 2007 11:37:38 GMT -5
Accepting the metal and stylus, Mirage tears off a small piece for himself. Jotting down his choice, walks over and drops the folded ballot into the box.
"Here," he says, handing the voting materials to Wedge. He stops on the way out to pat Tiny on the head, giving Xaaron a thoughtful glance as he does so. He would likely be surprised if he could read Mirage's vote. With a wave at the group Mirage transforms and heads out.
Emirate Xaaron
OOC and Mirage is out
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Synapse
Minor
Do not touch...please
Posts: 380
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Post by Synapse on Oct 7, 2007 16:53:52 GMT -5
What? Synapse's expression flattens as he attempts to process all the questions being thrown at him. All these questions from one bot at one time.
"I--I don't know if you're from the same universe as me," Synapse murmurs. He casts a speculative optic over Bluestreak's form. "I don't believe I've seen you before either and...yes, there are quite a few mechs out there. I suppose the best way to determine this sort of thing is to ask you for the major events in your time."
Then comes the question about his nodes. Synapse glances between the mentioned sphere to Bluestreak. "They're...they're my--I use them for surveillance. I would appreciate one refrains from contact with them."
Said node relays Mirage's dropped ballot to Synapse.
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Wedge
Minor
NOT a reckless teen-bot
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Post by Wedge on Oct 7, 2007 17:01:53 GMT -5
"Heh, sorry, didn't see that," says Wedge sheepishly at Long Haul's words. Ah well, more time to think about who he's actually going to vote for.
He overhears Emirate Xaaron's explanation of the voting process to Bluestreak and glances curiously at the golden bot. Swerve gets to hit people? Looks like Xaaron took quite a clock. What surprises (and impresses) Wedge is the lack of any signs of pain from the other.
"Thanks," Wedge accepts the voting material and eyes Emirate Xaaron thoughtfully once again as he tears off a piece. "Sure thing, ah, Bluestreak, right?" He hands the materials to Bluestreak after jotting down his vote. The ballot drops quickly into the box and he steps away. Voting completed and it wasn't painful at all.
OOC: Vote goes to Xaaron, and unless anyone calls to talk, he'll be splitting.
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Sideburn
Rookie
Must not chase Swerve, must not chase Swerve...
Posts: 211
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Post by Sideburn on Oct 7, 2007 21:34:15 GMT -5
Sideburn zooms into the area, coming to a stop and transforming near everyone else. "So, how exactly does this work?"
Sideburn notices the dragonette and kneals next to it, and letting her sniff his hand before giving her scritches, if she's willing.
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Grimlock
Major
There's no crying in Basebrawl!
Posts: 637
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Post by Grimlock on Oct 7, 2007 23:17:56 GMT -5
Another gruff snort from Grimlock after Xaaron's explaination is heard, then he plods over to the voting place. He transforms into robot mode, crossing his arms and waiting for Bluestreak to finish.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 8, 2007 17:18:25 GMT -5
That's right, Wedge. Swerve gets to hit whoever wants to get stupid and screw around with the voting. Emirate Xaaron was a free shot, since aside from being an insufferable smoke-blower – that's nothing new – he's behaved himself. But he can cut it out with the wistful sighing any time soon. The problem here, and the reason for the racer's exceedingly sour disposition right now, is that Swerve did exactly what the oldtimer wanted him to do and his resentment of the situation, himself for buckling and taking the offer, and the abominably well-armoured old Autobot is reaching palpable levels.
This isn't to say he might do something like take out his aggression on the first person to step out of line, but he certainly isn't going to be gentle. If someone happens to be a little too large for him to readily clock them with a tonfa – here's looking at you, Grimlock – he has a double-barrelled cannon he's quite willing to point at them.
"Write your vote on a scrap and toss it in the box," Swerve explains tersely to Sideburn, pointing at the sheet and stylus in Blustreak's hands. At this rate, they may as well make a diagram to save time and effort.
OOC: Looks like we're up to five votes for Emirate Xaaron, if my count isn't completely off. (It probably is.)
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 8, 2007 20:23:23 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron hangs back to watch, since Firebolt wanted to meet him and the other candidates.
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Bluestreak
Rookie
Silence is golden, but the motormouth is silver...
Posts: 213
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Post by Bluestreak on Oct 8, 2007 22:01:58 GMT -5
Bluestreak had just reached out to touch the node, but upon hearing Synapse's request he jerks his hand back as if someone slapped it. "Okay, sorry. Won't touch. Heh, they look kinda like the probe droids off of the first Star Wars movie -- the first one as in the first in the series, not the first one out, 'cause that one's really number four..."
As he's chattering he tears a piece of metal off the sheet and hands it to Sideburn. He scratches Kup's name onto the scrap (he has no idea if the others are more qualified or not, he's just most familiar with Kup, and he prefers familiarity to the unknown) and goes to drop it in the box, but his foot accidentally bumps the box, tipping it and spilling the contents.
"Oops! Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to! Here, I'll clean it up!" And he hurriedly tries to scoop the votes back into the box, completely oblivious to Swerve's darkening mood...
OOC: One vote for Kup, and I declare that Bluestreak's open for hitting if Swerve feels so inclined...
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Synapse
Minor
Do not touch...please
Posts: 380
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Post by Synapse on Oct 8, 2007 22:17:31 GMT -5
Synapse's stance relaxes considerably when Bluestreak's hand moves away from his node. Star Wars? Probe droids? First not first? What in the world--
Before the scout can ponder further, off goes the ballot box. Synapse's optics brighten beneath his visor. "No, no! Just leave it as is. I'll take care of it," he says quickly, bending over to attempt to take over Bluestreak's hurried scooping while waving the grey mech away. Seeing the stumble happen from both his angle and his node's, it did honestly seem accidental. But...one never knew. "Just...I'll clean it up."
It might be too late.
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Sideburn
Rookie
Must not chase Swerve, must not chase Swerve...
Posts: 211
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Post by Sideburn on Oct 8, 2007 22:42:38 GMT -5
"Alright." Sideburn nods to Swerve in aknowledgement, accepting the sheet and stylus from Bluestreak. He tears off a bit of the sheet, but doesn't have time to write his vote on the bit before Bluestreak accidentally knocks over the box. "Whoa, hey, you alright, Bluestreak?" The question is reflexive, as the box surely couldn't have done much harm. However, the question may have been a bit early...
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Grimlock
Major
There's no crying in Basebrawl!
Posts: 637
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Post by Grimlock on Oct 8, 2007 23:02:29 GMT -5
Grimlock watches the unfolding events. He sort-of remembers a Bluestreak in his universe, but he doesn't remember him being a klutz. Even so, it did appear to be an accident. Grimlock is rather unaware of the rage hidden in the red racer, however...
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