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Post by Makeshift on Sept 14, 2008 9:05:09 GMT -5
Takes place on the night of Day 15, a few hours after sundown. Open scene for any good guys. Place yourselves in or around the arena as you wish.
Two of the moons fill the night sky; the third is only beginning to rise. The forest is quiet, save for the calls of birds, insects, and nocturnal critters of other sorts. Makeshift finds it all rather fascinating. His Cybertron didn't have much diversity in life (although if he head some of Emirate Xaaron's talk of demons, he'd be thankful for that), Earth's moon was lifeless, and he'd never been to another world until now. And having arrived in the middle of the invasion preparations, he hadn't had much time to observe the world itself before.
Of course, standing guard outside an abandoned arena that was only ever intended for current use as a temporary meeting spot with a group that shares the faces of their enemies puts a bit of a damper on it. Hopefully later he can volunteer for more patrols to see more of this world. His size and flight can certainly help with recon.
Makeshift slowly looks back and forth. Currently, he's near an entrance to the arena scaled more towards locals than the larger passages being used by the bulks. He can always duck through if something (or someone) comes to grab him.
//All clear on my side,// the Mini-con broadcasts over Allied short-wave. //Anyone seeing anything?//
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Post by Injector-3 on Sept 15, 2008 21:33:40 GMT -5
What is this? A small robot, all alone in a dark place? Never you fear, young lass lad! Boredom is never long when you have Heroes around!
Injector buzzes through the air, then alights on a nearby roof. Hooray, roof. Now, just to plot this entrance, oh yes. Then, he darts back into the air, flying forward and executing a series of daring flips, then, in the middle of one...
"Injector, TERRORIZE!" Soon, the dashing bug-fish-thing is a dashing fish-robot-thing, and Injector lands dramatically, but a few feet from Makeshift.
"Greetings, fair mechanoid! How goes the noble duty?"
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Post by Makeshift on Sept 16, 2008 15:53:58 GMT -5
This planet's life forms get stranger and stra---what in the pit?
Ah, to have facial expressions to portray emotion with, rather than resorting to jumping in surprise and belatedly swinging gun-fingers at the thing that darts out of the sky. Alas, Makeshift has no expressions, and so jump and point is what he does. Whether or not Injector can see the barrels or just assume Makeshift has strange fingers in the darkness isn't the issue.
//Please identify yourself.// Hopefully the Fuzor will just assume the gun-pointing is wariness, not hostility.
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Post by Injector-3 on Sept 17, 2008 19:23:12 GMT -5
Injector's from the beast era. Makeshit's hands aren't really so strange, when you come from a place with plenty of 'bots with heads for hands.
//Radio is it? Very well. I am the fair Injector.// He bows a swooping, deep bow, his spines brushing the ground. Amazingly he doesn't fall forward. //And you would be?//
Injector has expressions. They just tend to all look the same: frightening beautiful. And so, he bears either a friendly smile or an aggressive, frightening expression. Who's to tell?
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Post by Makeshift on Sept 18, 2008 13:06:17 GMT -5
Makeshift is from Armada. Everyone had the same size hands so they could all swap weapons. Except the ones that couldn't. Take that, Thrust and Blurr!
"I'm Makeshift," the Mini-con replies. Primus, this guy's freaky-looking. "Just using the radio for identity confirmation. Policy and all, y'know?"
He lowers his arms. "So far, the watch is all quiet." Aside from fish-bugs diving out of the dark and scaring him oilless. "It's a nice night, anyway."
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Post by Injector-3 on Sept 28, 2008 18:36:22 GMT -5
"Ah, yes, policy. Important, that! Except, of course, for the times one must break it for the good of all! But, this is not one of those times, oh ho ho!" He's a... cheerful fellow? "Pleased to meet you, Makeshift!"
"A quiet watch is a good watch. Then again, a quiet watch is the sort of watch that holds no danger, and we adventurers and heroes thrive on danger!" A toothy smile. Of sorts.
"Ah, night. Deep, black, warm, cold, nice, monstrous... Many things describe the night!"
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Post by Makeshift on Sept 28, 2008 19:46:54 GMT -5
"Er...yeah. Well, a little adventure's all right once in a while, but I'll take the peace and quiet any day. Or night." Makeshift's a helper, not a fighter.
His visor flashes off and on in imitation of a blink. Injector is either very poetic or completely insane. "The sky's nice and clear, and nobody's actively trying to kill us right now. That makes a good night to me."
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Post by Injector-3 on Oct 6, 2008 22:00:51 GMT -5
Injector tilts his head, quite the disturbing gesture considering the size of his head in relation to his body. One wonders how he remains upright. "I... suppose peace and quiet has some advantages. But... there're no charming lasses to save when it's peaceful!"
He swings an arm around to point at the stars. "Indeed it is clear. It is a fine wind that blows, my little friend. Today we may rest easy, safe from the stings of enemy fire, but perhaps on the morrow we shall again be thrust into mortal peril! And then we may rest better, knowing that our own actions have protected those who cannot fight back!"
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Post by Makeshift on Oct 7, 2008 14:58:52 GMT -5
Makeshift is a rotor-based flier whose rotors have gun barrels attached to the bottoms. He isn't one to question why odd things do or don't work.
He almost comments about the "little" part, but then again, Injector's head alone is almost as big as Makeshift. "I'm not so fond of the mortal peril part, but saving people is worth fighting for. I was part of a rescue crew back home."
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Post by Injector-3 on Oct 8, 2008 19:33:30 GMT -5
"A rescue crew, eh? Very noble! It is a great thing to fly into danger, regardless of one's safety, to save others!" He grins, having found himself what he considers a sort of kindred spirit. Hopefully, Makeshift doesn't have a weak primary fuel pump. Injector's grin is quite the sight. One you only need to see once.
"The peril just heightens the sense of adventure! No harm in having some excitement whilst rescuing, eh?"
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Post by Makeshift on Oct 8, 2008 20:11:23 GMT -5
As it turns out, Makeshift's primary pump is just fine. He is having odd thoughts of a needle-toothed giant looking down on a morsel of food, but he doubts he's edible, and anyway, he's inexpressive. "Eh, you gotta do what you gotta do, right?" he replies modestly.
"Excitement during a rescue mission usually means something's going wrong. There's enough excitement in the job already."
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Post by Injector-3 on Oct 12, 2008 20:08:42 GMT -5
"Oh, yes, one must do what one must do! But, true heroism is doing what one does not need to do!" He strikes a manly pose.
"Ah, your point is valid, for normal rescue work. Mine is the other kind, the daring kind, where excitement is the name of the game, and the game is dangerous!" A new pose. "But, of course, both have a place."
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