Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Oct 22, 2007 22:12:37 GMT -5
Synapse tries his best to maintain a neutral expression as Grimlock suddenly takes Wheelie's material from his hands. He stumbles back a few steps as soon as the articles are lifted from his possession, waiting until Grimlock is a little further away to return to his spot.
Their newest arrival though. Synapse isn't sure what to make of of the small being. Is it part of the local fauna? It's then that his mind flashes back to Airazor and her interesting form that something registers. Okay, not local fauna then and Swerve has already taken care of the ballot.
"There's an extra stylus not too far from where you are," says Synapse pointing to the extra stylus that was probably set on the ground sometime during this whole voting process. He can't help but stare a bit at the rat though. How...how does he even transform?
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Wheelie
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Post by Wheelie on Oct 22, 2007 22:45:32 GMT -5
Amazingly, Wheelie manages to keep his balance in light of Grimlock's abrupt sitting.
"Wheelie thought long and hard, about all he could see, and he wants to vote for his new friend Holi!"
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Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on Oct 23, 2007 10:32:08 GMT -5
Grimlock nods at Wheelie, but growls in Swerve's general direction. Grrrrrr. Guess they don't have bulls or big dogs on Velocitron that Swerve never learned to not poke...
Grimlock turns his attention to his ballot. "Um...how Grimlock spell 'Holi'?" he asks, glancing back up, in Synapse's direction this time.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Oct 23, 2007 20:25:39 GMT -5
Rattrap? Do something stupid? That's about as likely as Cheetor doing something that requires forethought.
"Yeah, thanks." He gives the red bot a dubious look; did Dinobot take up residence in a big clunky car body when Rattrap wasn't looking? Yeesh. The green one gets as much of a jaunty smirk as a rat muzzle can produce. "I'll get right on dat. Rattrap – Maximise." The handy thing about his verbal command is that it doesn't have to be shouted. Or even said loudly. It just tends to sound cooler that way. This time, it comes out matter-of-factly and where once stood a big grey rat now stands a small, copper and silver robot.
Unfortunately, the robot smells about as bad as the rat. It's all the fur trim, you see.
"Arright, let's get dis over wit'," he mutters, grabbing up the metal scrap again and scooping up the stylus a few steps later. Negotiating the whole thing is a new experience. Clearly, these materials were not chosen with Maximals in mind. Eh. He's had bigger challenges. This is just a little awkward; not like he's risking life, limb, and good looks to scratch a name into a metal plate. He takes a cycle to mull over his choices.
Kup and Emirate Xaaron, they're… the rugged old guy and the fancy-looking old guy. Both of them are pretty wily, Rattrap figures from the small handful of dealings he's had with either of them since his arrival. He'll take wily over noble any solar cycle. Noble tends to end with Rattrap getting sent out on stupid, suicidal missions. Yeah, no thanks. Jazz… spastic guy, that one. All over the place, but says he's a competent second. Fine, he's a competent second. This vote's for leadership. And Holi… which one's Holi? Someone said he's just a kid. What dingbat nominates a kid to lead?
So it's Kup and Xaaron. From what Rattrap's heard, Kup's kinda like Rhinox. The mentor sort, a great guy to have at your back. Rhinox has a commanding presence when he tries; Rattrap's willing to bet this Kup does, too, but that's never the same as actually commanding. (And hey, the rat can say that and know what he's talking about.) He's also heard the guy doesn't really want the job. Xaaron, meanwhile, apparently took on the task of leading an underground war against the Decepticons. And did it well, to hear from relayed snippets of his speech. Not to mention there's that whole willingness to compromise thing. Someone with a sense of reason!
So it is that, running the risk of misspelling it, Rattrap scrawls the Emirate's name only a bit more messily than his handwriting usually is – some folks may be surprised to note that his penmanship is actually fairly neat, but hey, you try filling out a supply requisition when it looks like somebody was chewing on your arm the whole time – then, taking a moment to line up the throw, flings his vote frisbee-style over the edge of the box and in. It makes a nice sound when it hits the pile of votes already sitting there.
"And dat does it fer me," he declares and reverts to beast mode. "I'll see ya when I see ya." A flick of the tail, a twitch of the whiskers, and off Rattrap scuttles.
OOC: Provided no-one interrupts him, Rattrap's outta here.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 23, 2007 22:43:00 GMT -5
They only have vehicles on Velocitron, Grimlock, and Swerve used to be one of the larger ones on the road. He isn't afraid of big mechs; enough of them have tried scaring him and failed. The dumb dino isn't about to succeed where some who have beaten the racer halfway to the scrap heap couldn't. Swerve just glares back when Grimlock snarls at him and mostly ignores Rattrap. He registers the clatter of a vote landing in the box, hears the farewell. His concentration is on the other two in the plaza.
The kid? Can't write. The moron? Can't spell. What a combination.
"He's the only one voting for him," Swerve rumbles, engine snarling. "Not like it's gonna be confused with another vote! Just write it however!"
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Oct 24, 2007 6:48:01 GMT -5
The sight of the grey organic unfolding into a robot mode is greeted by a stunned stare on Synapse's part. So there's the answer to how the other mech transformed. Oh my, he's still quite small though. But Rattrap's unexpected grin does generate a small, surprised smile on Synapse's part.
"Holi, Ache-Oh-Elle-Eye," he says to Grimlock.
The sound of a vote clattering into the box splits Synapse's attention and he watches as the rat leaves the area. How curious.
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Post by Bumblebee on Oct 24, 2007 17:35:07 GMT -5
Considering the state Jazz was in when he arrived.. Jazz certainly gave it his all to distract Megatron. But Bumblebee wouldn't think any less of his friend.
Bumblebee also looked on Grimlock with concern. Very big, powerful robot, and voting for someone that he doesn't know about, just because the small orange one told him to. Of course, Bumblebee isn't going to say anything. Just observes it for now.
To Jazz's response he simply offers a quiet nod. Whatever happened to the All Spark, it might have to wait.
As Rattrap makes his way past, Bumblebee peers at the strange being. Is that.. fur? Bumblebee would have written him off as a sentient indigenous lifeform were it not for the fact that he just transformed, and there was clearly metallic parts stored within.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Bumblebee made his way towards Rattrap, trying to get a better look.
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Wheelie
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Post by Wheelie on Oct 24, 2007 18:50:14 GMT -5
"Thanks to you, and Grimlock too, Wheelie made his voice heard! He voted! That's not so absurd!"
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Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on Oct 24, 2007 19:28:24 GMT -5
Grimlock's already voted! He's just helping out his friend who can't write. Grimlock's not much better off with the lack of spelling ablility, but he can write decent enough. Scrawling out 'Holi' on the ballot, Grimlock reaches over and tosses the thing in, laying the stylus down wherever it was handy.
The Dinobot commander rises slowly, giving Swerve a good stare. Impatient, that one, and angry. Kinda reminded Grimlock of Slag, but not in a good way. Shaking his head of it, he turns his attention to Wheelie. "Where Wheelie go now?"
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Oct 25, 2007 12:34:57 GMT -5
Rattrap is being followed for some reason.
"Never a clean getaway," he sighs as he stops and turns. For a long moment, he just gives the yellow and black bot staring at him a speculative look, taking the scattered plating and exposed gears, struts, and wiring in stride. Nothing he hasn't seen before, really… he's just used to the view coming with a cover charge.
Finally, he just sort of smirks, whiskers canting to one side.
"Ehh… sorry, pal," he says, "but I don't swing dat way." Beat. "…Ya wouldn't happen ta have any, ah… female acquaintances, wouldja?"
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Jazz
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Post by Jazz on Oct 25, 2007 15:57:52 GMT -5
And of course with Jazz in earshot of Rattrap and Bumblebee... Yeah. He's snickering. Quietly. Either way, competant seconds are hard to come by, y'know. And while he'd probably do okay if they suddenly stuck him in charge of the menagere, it's not where he'd be at his best. A supporting role can be done with more flair without the burdens and drag of the constant spotlight of leadership. So for now, Jazz is just gonna hang back, and watch the show. It's like people watching, but with slightly more depth. What kind of reactions will spark out of chance encounters, and what does that say about them? Yes. He does know how to shut up. Without the aid of a large mallet, or other induction effort. The chatter.... will come later.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 25, 2007 16:19:15 GMT -5
Swerve returns the stare from Grimlock without so much as a flicker of the optics, and he keeps staring back until the Dinobot turns away. Once he isn't under obvious scrutiny, he relaxes the slightest bit and bites back the wince as his injured hand tries to open. Fine, first thing he does when he gets away from here is fix his hand. Then he's out for a drive.
A really, really long drive.
"That everybody?" he wonders, glancing to Synapse.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Oct 25, 2007 18:20:49 GMT -5
"Yes, that's everyone," says Synapse letting out a relieved sigh. He picks up what's little left of the sheet metal and the scattered styluses, tucking them both into the ballot box for easier portability. Synapse pauses to let his gaze flicker between Swerve's hand and the box. That doesn't look very pleasant at all.
"...I can take the box back to base." Synapse wraps his arms around the container and unless stopped, hefts it up and begins heading to the garage.
OOC: And unless stopped, Synapse it out.
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Post by Bumblebee on Oct 26, 2007 4:53:38 GMT -5
Bumblebee turned his head, his faulty vocal capacitor emitting a sound of confusion. Bumblebee didn't have any private frequency, so the following transmission would come through on most of the nearby radios. Even those who wouldn't want it.
//i am sorry. your design is different to any i have seen and i was curious. as for females i only know of two here.//
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Wheelie
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Post by Wheelie on Oct 26, 2007 11:36:18 GMT -5
"Where Wheelie goes? Who knows?" he says. But he offers the Dinobot a smile. "Instead, why don't we say that Grimlock can lead the way?"
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