Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Sept 5, 2008 7:07:19 GMT -5
The sand angel gets a puzzled stare from Synapse and he still makes no move to sit down, shifting instead so that he isn't so much in danger of getting the small shower of sand.
"The lot of you are all very strange..." That little statement might go unheard as the scout pretends to be engrossed by the sand beneath his feet. Careful backwards steps take him towards the shoreline (is that glare coming from a rather familiar patch of now-glassy beach?) where he continues to observe the small group. The wet sand is much more firmly packed than the easily flung and spread sands further up, something that is very welcome in Synapse's opinion.
OOC: Synapse is still in thread, but more playing wallflower than anything. Consider him skippable unless spoken to.
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 5, 2008 23:37:46 GMT -5
Firebolt thinks she's more normal than anything, but she shrugs it off, and then flops all the way back down again, looking up at the skies.
"Y'guys, see? It's not as horribly bad as you think... Once you get away from everybody, there's no reason to be nervous pile's of oh mi god," she threw up one hand with a finger pointed at the skies. "Now somebody, stop being scared of sand and sit with me. For reals." She turns her head a bit and points at Skystrike. "How about you, blu? I could forward ya a few tracks while ya sit..."
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Wreckage-3
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Sept 7, 2008 0:29:32 GMT -5
Skystrike gets a muffled grunt before Wreckage turns aside and takes a few steps off.
"I like standing," he repeats with quiet dignity, gaze drifting out to sea as if expecting something to come over the horizon. Watchful and uneasy is the soldier, though he takes great care to keep it all neatly hidden behind a placid mask; there is no need to ruin the good mood. So he looks back to Skystrike and Firebolt periodically, glances Synapse's way, then takes in the beach… and that gleaming crater. That earns a blink and a faintly curious look at no-one in particular, his head tilted ever so slightly to one side.
He knows of only so many things that can crystallise silicate like that – he is but infantry – and none of the thoughts that come to mind are particularly pleasant. Finally, he can stand it no longer.
"…What happened there?"
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Post by skystrike-3 on Sept 7, 2008 4:10:55 GMT -5
“Blue? I’m Skystrike!” Skystrike grunts grumpily. “And I’m not afraid of any sand! But if I get an itchy bum for the rest of the week it’s going to be all your fault.” But the seeker finally acquiesced and sat down next to the smaller car with an impressive ‘whumpf’, wings folding back slightly to keep them out of reach of any stray sand particles.
He sits there awkwardly for a moment before turning to Firebolt.
“Uhm. So what kind of music do you listen to?” This Skystrike has amazing conversation starting skills of amazing-ness. He glances at Synapse (lucky bastard, not getting sand in his joints), then at Wreckage in mild amusement at the standing comment although the amusement was a tad short lived.
“What happened where…?” He trails off and sits up to see what the APC had found with a cautious and guarded expression. The flier spots the glimmer in the sand a beat later and pauses, optics narrowing slightly. It didn’t look freshly molten, but the seaside climate hadn’t done much to erase it and that was… slightly worrying to say the least.
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Skyfire
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Post by Skyfire on Sept 7, 2008 20:07:28 GMT -5
There was a distant rumble, and the gleam of something on the horizon that brightened as it drew nearer and nearer; the rumbled rose to a thunder of jets as a large white aircraft skimmed the waves like some exotic hovercraft--headed straight for the beach.
A huge roostertail of spray flew up behind the white shuttle as it coasted up to the beach--too fast; it seemed like it must surely overshoot and crash into the trees and buildings beyond. At the last instant, it suddenly slowed as wheels lowered and grabbed hold, throwing up enormous sheets of water drenching everything nearby.
---- Cross-posted from Destination: Moon! thread
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Sept 7, 2008 22:39:40 GMT -5
The glances sent his way are met with an averted gaze and feigned ignorance. It is not so much luck as it is stubborn wariness that the scout doesn't touch the beach more than he already is. Synapse knows that sitting in something as fine as this sand is going to earn him more than the annoyances of itchy servos. Makers above know that just walking through the particles was odd enough a trial, his superficial sensors are still tingling and firing.
"Omega Supreme lifted off from there," Synapse answers, pitching his voice just enough to be heard. More of an explanation emerges from his vocalizer, but all his put on an abrupt pause as his nodes catch sight of the gleam searing in from the horizon. The scout's reaction is immediate and he bounds back towards the tree-line of the jungle with a terse, "Incoming."
//Identify yourself, please.// Utterly polite and level over broadband.
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 8, 2008 22:22:36 GMT -5
"Oh yes. Because if I take the blame I'm totally gonna be picking sand out of your ass," She laughed, shaking her head. "Well, the stuff I like to share the most are variants of techno, trance, happy hardcore... And all sorts of OSTs that are really good for stuff."
She's about to offer a file packet of sample music when the loud roar echoes across the beach. She looks over and then throws her hands up in the air, throwing sand up in the air as well.
"WOOO AIR SHOW!" She cheered. "We're in luck, we're getting an air show! Those are always awesome. Aww, but it's landing. That's no fun..."
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Wreckage-3
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Sept 10, 2008 12:46:05 GMT -5
Wreckage nods once, absently, in thanks for Synapse's explanation while his gaze drifts. That far-off glint is dismissed… at least until it resolves into something more distinct. Something large and white racing toward the beach. Another two seconds before he can see it well enough to recognise it, and the sight turns all his relays cold. Skyfire. Skystrike needs to get away. Now.
By the time Wreckage has turned to warn the Seeker, however, Skyfire hails the beach party. That alone is some reassurance, and Wreckage dutifully responds though he remains at least somewhat wary of the situation; knowledge and past experience taint his outlook in spite of the reminders that these people are much kinder than he expects with these faces. But he has to give them a chance. He has to let himself hope for something. He almost wishes he could have Firebolt's optimism.
He takes several generous steps back as Skyfire skates in on the water, partly to afford the shuttle more space and partly because seawater beneath his plating sounds very unpleasant.
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Post by skystrike-3 on Sept 10, 2008 17:34:39 GMT -5
Skystrike quietly relaxes again after Synapse’s kindly explanation, although there was still an annoyed frown on his face well after the fact, somewhat subdued by Firebolt’s chatting as it was. Her taste of music gets another unintelligent ‘Uhm.’ from the befuddled seeker. Trance? OSTs? Maybe Skystrike was just old fashioned, but he preferred just listening to Cybertronian music, hard to find as they were in these troubled days.
Then of course, that conversation is promptly derailed by Synapse’s calm warning, Firebolt’s whooping and Skyfire’s voice over the radio.
The first thing Skystrike did was leave a cloud of unsettled sand behind in the space he’d once occupied. The second thing Skystrike did was curse loudly about having sand in his wing joints from somewhere near the trees, although that was only once he’d gotten over the shock of hearing a very much hated enemy’s voice over the frequency. Which was about all of two nanoseconds, but still.
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Skyfire
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Post by Skyfire on Sept 10, 2008 18:50:22 GMT -5
Skyfire had sighted the beach party too late to change his landing glide and roll out--but not too late to deploy cannon if need be.
"Long Haul, we've got comp--" he started to say when the radio challenge came from Synapse.
//Identify yourself, please.//
Skyfire felt a moment of chagrin--of course he should have identified himself before flying into a group of people who might not know him... on the other hand, he really didn't know for sure who they were. He thought he recognized Firebolt and Synapse, but as Rodimus has warned him in the radio briefing, appearances could be deceiving.1
// Skyfire here. Parties on the beach, please identify yourselves. This area was expected to be clear. // Well, he had expected it to be clear, though there hadn't actually been any warnings of "Tacky Tourist Beach closed from 1000-1900 hours for landing operations".
//Wreckage,// answered the Stryker. //We… thought a welcoming party was in order.//
//GACK! Slag-sliding, glitched creations of the fragged smelter-- Skystrike here-- stupid, lagging, static laden...//
// Hi, I'm Firebolt. Do you do loop-de-loops? Cos that'd make a wicked sweet finish before the landing, yanno. Or a barrel roll. Do a barrel roll!! //
The replies came in, more puzzling than enlightening, but they confirmed that the beach party was at least on the same frequency as Rodimus and Kup had given him--and thus friendly, barring blackest treachery. Fortunately, Skyfire was cautious, not paranoid, and liked people too much to suspect them all of treachery all the time.
// That would be inadvisable, and my passenger would not appreciate it, // Skyfire replied to Firebolt.
"Long Haul, we have a welcoming party, all allies, though some of them look rather Decepticon-ish. You can unload as soon as I taxi above the waterline," Skyfire told his passenger over his internal speakers.
The big white shuttle taxied up out of the waves and over the weeds and flotsam strewn along the beach at the high-water mark, his jet thrusters shrieking as they pushed him over the soft sand. He didn't stop until he reached the parking lot just beyond the beach. Once on this firmer ground, Skyfire lowered his bow and stern ramps, allowing Long Haul easy egress and access to the cargo of blue crystal.
"Ah, hello," the shuttle said to the others. "I'm delighted to see you all here--and intrigued by our new friends, I must admit."
For right now, all he could do was wait and chat until Long Haul was finished, though it bothered him a little bit to be stuck in shuttle form when there were new people to meet face-to-face. Only a little bit; he could be patient enough when he had to.
--- 1 Said briefing received 'off-screen' when Skyfire radioed in his report on Hellbender on the way back.
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Post by Long Haul on Sept 10, 2008 21:30:56 GMT -5
Long Haul shrugs when Skyfire mentions Decepticon-ish looking allies. "Well, a lotta folks seem to think I'm Decepticon-ish, so I guess I can live with that," he answers.
As Skyfire taxies to a stop, Long Haul heads over to get the cart of blue crystal ready. "I ain't in much of a social mood, so once I get this off, I'm gonna need help getting it loaded on me instead. That way we can get it back to the tunnels over road... a bit less flashy than your method, anyways."
As he works, he finds it necessary to make a comment over the radio waves. Air show? Why would someone want to watch a show of air? Then, once the ramps are down, he pushes the cart off, quick and efficient. Once down in the parking lot, he gives an absent waves to the others. "Erm, hi. Fer anyone who doesn't know me, name's Long Haul."
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Sept 12, 2008 14:17:20 GMT -5
Calm? Outside of his usual antsy persona, calm from Synapse is the tip to his iceberg of something-isn't-right horror reaction. At Skyfire's return call over the radio and Long Haul's follow-up, Synapse's nodes halt their frenzied spiral from wherever their positions are. The scout's ready to bolt stance takes a little longer to melt away as the white shuttle taxies onto the beach.
//Ah, yes. Synapse present.//
Synapse watches with in a slightly sympathetic expression showing through his usually neutral face as Skystrike voices his displeasure. Unconsciously, the scout rubs at his axillary and cubital joints before flexing his arm experimentally. No, no feeling of grit or friction registering, thank the makers. Well, now back to the sand. The walk back gives the scout time to analyze appearance and sound-bytes of the new arrivals to the data in his memory banks. Paranoia satisfied, Synapse gives a small bow to both Long Haul and Skyfire before turning to the Constructibot. "Would you be needing any aid?"
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 13, 2008 19:47:04 GMT -5
"Boo." Firebolt states bluntly as she looks away. "-mumblemumble- Ruin the mini party, probably make those nervous wrecks even worse," she mumbles and grumbles a little before staring back out over the water, instead of greeting the two. Inwardly she was mocking the way both of them talked, but outwardly she just looked like she was staring blankly at the ocean.
OOC: Skippable for now, unless addressed directly.
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Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Sept 13, 2008 22:59:59 GMT -5
The middle of this mini kerfluffle was probably a bad time to be discovered lurking about, so Oracle sent her own identifying hail to those present as she slid closer through the trees, starting to emerge somewhere behind Skystrike. //Oracle here as well. Pardon the intrusion, I had not intended to disturb.//
Really, she hadn't intended to have much to do with these alternate Decepticons at all yet, now that she wasn't needed for anything in particular. She wanted a bit more time to get the idea settled into her reactions that she wasn't supposed to poke holes in anything with a purple insignia, then flee as fast as she could. Time of course waits for no one so she had snatched the moments she could for a bit of solitude and thought.
Looked like it was time to face the world again though, and even though she could admit to herself she had twitched when the dark Seeker came hurtling back in her direction, she certainly hadn't attacked, so she was probably fit for company. Not happy sure, but well, she didn't think any of them were, why should she be different.
Her wandering thoughts had occupied her long enough to break clear of the trees, though she had angled to be further from the other Seeker then originally she might have been, and she flashed a slight smile at Synapse before nodding at the remaining three she knew. The other two got curious if wary looks.
OOC: Hope no one minds me hopping in here!
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Wreckage-3
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Sept 16, 2008 22:28:11 GMT -5
Wreckage inwardly winces in sympathy for Skystrike's plight. This is why he decided against sitting on the sand, as nice as it was to be invited. He can just imagine the embarrassing request for maintenance that would follow, and the even more embarrassing cleaning. He can, but he would really rather not, so he returns his attention to the newcomers.
Off to the side Wreckage stays for now, though he inclines his head in greeting to both Skyfire and Long Haul, pausing long enough between to cast a curious glance at the suddenly-dejected Firebolt. He could have sworn she enjoyed this socialising business, judging by her sheer bounciness to this point. Is there something about her fellow Autobots she dislikes, then? Wreckage can only speculate, and he supposes he should refrain from such things. Worrying about what he knows of these forms is trouble enough.
"I… can assist, too," he offers. "If necessary." But he understands if not. Especially since there are certainly enough Autobot hands – including a Seeker? – that they can probably afford to exclude the Decepticons.
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