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Post by Slugslinger on May 5, 2011 9:10:57 GMT -5
Making this sound like an idiot's moment of brilliance will be the tricky part, thinks Slugslinger. He looks up from his hand and snorts at Swindle.
"Sure, anybody can use more weapons," he says, hauteur gone in favour of a pleased-with-himself grin, "but I said I don't need 'em." He chuckles throatily, as one far too impressed with his own display of wit, and sits back to wait on the next deal.
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Post by Swindle on May 5, 2011 21:26:04 GMT -5
"Well then, there's always mods and ammo. You ought to come down and at least take a look around. It's not like we've got packed schedules right now," Swindle replies, dealing three cards into the middle of the table.
The Three of Cudgels, The King of Shovels, and the Nine of Shovels sit face-up on the table.
The arms merchant takes another peek at his cards, smiling to himself, even though he knows perfectly well what they are.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on May 9, 2011 23:45:53 GMT -5
Cannonball keeps a rather neutral expression, though he folds his arms as Swindle turns the cards over. Keeping a good poker face is easier when half your face is a visor.
"Definitely something to consider with what Scourge 'as in line for us." He chuckles. "Grabbing 'old of power like that won't be easy."
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Post by Slugslinger on May 12, 2011 8:22:15 GMT -5
"Speak for yourself," Slugslinger mutters at Swindle, slumping in his seat, injecting equal parts frost and jealousy into his tone. In theory, as air commander, he's a very busy bot with all the minutiae of his division to tend to, like slotting in drill times in the sim room, inspections, and harassing his subordinates as befits his rank. In practise, he just spends most of his time skiving off in the most industrious of lazy fashions. Avoiding his duties at nearly all costs keeps his schedule pretty well jammed up.
He bites down on his opinion of Scourge's plans for the moment, instead looking at the cards on the table, then leaning forward and tossing in the full last of his actual money.
"And raise my conn shift tomorrow," he adds, mumbling, "Stupidest watch on the ship." He settles back in his chair. "It's… some plan," he finally says at a conversational level. What would be an awkward, too-mild tone instead makes him sound thick, which works perfectly. He blinks, then looks up at the two of them in barefaced befuddlement. "It's not gonna interfere with your plans, is it?" he wonders, confused stare settling on Cannonball.
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Post by Swindle on May 12, 2011 15:27:27 GMT -5
"Scourge has vision, I'll give him that," Swindle admits. "Just imagine, Swindle Inc., A Multiversal Conglomerate! A huge superstore on every street on every planet, selling Swindle brand products at monopolistic prices! It gives me the shivers," he says, meeting Slugslinger's bet with his own chips and a marker for a rock watch.
"Though I do have to wonder what happens to all the other Swindles out there if I become a singularity. I'd hate to overwrite the handsome devils."
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on May 14, 2011 2:45:15 GMT -5
Cannonball peers at the bet pile, then shakes his head. "I'll be foldin'."
Slugslinger's question gets a wide, wide grin from Cannonball, though. "Well, it makes things innarestin' to say the least. I'm 'alf tempted to push my plans aside as a backup for if this goes belly-up. If I can get a 'ead start on myself, then things could be much more interesting back 'ome, and in other universes."
A chuckle leaves him as Swindle muses on his singularity-hood. "I'd rather overwrite myselves. One of me is enough."
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Post by Slugslinger on May 16, 2011 5:58:02 GMT -5
"Too rich for you already?" Slugslinger teases Cannonball with a smugly superior grin, seizing on any conversation thread that doesn't involve what amounts to blasphemy. "We barely even got started!"
He doesn't want to contemplate other selves. He isn't going to invite a smiting that stupidly; there is at least one great hand working in this universe, as they've seen, and he can't be sure there isn't another. So what if there are other Slugslingers out there somewhere? He'll stay far, far away from them, where he should be.
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Post by Cannonball on May 17, 2011 11:52:08 GMT -5
Cannonball smirks. "Gotta know when to fold 'em, lad - run too much on foolish pride, and you'll wind up in debt faster'n lightspeed. And frankly, I don't want to be in debt to a 'bot named Swindle more'n I got to be. There'll be other 'ands, though."
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Post by Swindle on May 17, 2011 20:32:18 GMT -5
"One of you may be enough, but the multiverse needs all the Swindle it can get. You can never have too much dashing, clever, and handsome, I always say," the merchant states, flashing his winningest smile.
Seeing as everyone has either bet or folded this round, Swindle deals another card into the middle of the table: The Eight of Pumps.
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Post by Slugslinger on May 19, 2011 8:41:19 GMT -5
Lacking any more credits of any kind, Slugslinger simply adds tomorrow's corridor patrol to the pot.
"So," and now he actively tries to find some other conversation trend, "I didn't figure other universes, or worlds, or whatever it is… I didn't figure other places had Praxus Fold 'Em." He peers curiously at Swindle; Cannonball is possibly the right Cannonball, so that explains him, but Swindle is from some other kind of reality. Now, it makes sense that there are some universal constants, he supposes, with the same powers that be in control over multiple realities. Why not a card game, too?
Though he supposes it's a little queer that either god gives a damn about a card game.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on May 20, 2011 21:01:34 GMT -5
Cannonball chuckles at Swindle petting his own ego, then scratches his chin at Slugslinger. "Well, you got Optimuses, Megatrons, an' apparently even Starscreams. No tellin' what all is a constant."
Sadly, that does not seem to include the pirate captain, but oh well. More for him whenever Scourge's plan comes to fruition.
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Post by Swindle on May 21, 2011 21:28:10 GMT -5
"It's not all that strange that other universes have Fold 'Em," Swindle states, matching Slugslinger's corridor patrol with a pilot watch. "I mean, if they all have Autobots and Decepticons at war, and so many other similarities, why not throw in a card game?" Everyone knows the gods play dice with the universe. They may as well play poker too, right?
"At the very least, I know all the realities that we have Combaticons from have a Swindle. That's two or three others, at least. And I know there's a Cannonball in my reality, though I've never had the pleasure to make his acquaintance. Slugslingers, I'm not sure about."
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Post by Slugslinger on May 29, 2011 8:56:48 GMT -5
"I said I didn't figure," Slugslinger barks sullenly, "not that I think it's weird or anything. Slot, but you like to hear yourself talk, don't you?" Ah, a dimwit who feels he's being mocked. Not how Slugslinger prefers to behave, but he's sure it fits the situation. He glares at his cards, then at the pile, and finally adds a cleaning detail he really doesn't look forward to.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Jun 5, 2011 8:37:12 GMT -5
Cannonball cackles a bit at Slugslinger's annoyance. "Well, the 'bot's a merchant, that kinda comes with the territory.
The growing pile of watches makes Cannonball a bit uneasy, though. Perhaps he'll have better luck in another hand and hoist them off on the others.
"Oi, you never told me you knew of another me!"
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Post by Swindle on Jun 5, 2011 21:33:31 GMT -5
"Now that you mention it, I do find my voice has a certain timbre that other sounds just seem to lack," Swindle replies, mugging at Slugslinger, or perhaps an invisible audience behind the other 'bot. "Besides, I've got to keep in practice. It's like you maintaining your weapons. I'll fold," he adds casually, pushing his cards into the middle of the table. No sense in bidding everything on the first hand.
"It never came up! I remember how we met. It was the same time I met Lockdown, actually. I was cruising through Pan-Galactic Prosperity Sphere space, that's Quintesson territory, when I get a blip upon the scopes behind me. Next thing I know my ship is dead in space and I'm getting boarded by Lockdown, telling me the good people of Mechis III have put a bounty on my head, as though it's somehow my fault that the Grand Manufacturer didn't adjust his optics to a fine enough setting to be able to read the fine print on my return policy for bulk purchases.
Anyway! So Lockdown has me pinned behind an overturned shelf, and I've got him pinned behind a bulkhead, we're both taking potshots with our various mods, when suddenly the proximity warning goes off and a dreadnaught warps in! That was your ship. I mean, my reality's Cannonball's ship. So then the pirates make a grand entrance and . . . you know what, this was one of my longer days. Long story short, we all end up hauled off to a Quintesson prison, bust out, everyone who isn't from Cybertron dies, and the three of us ended up exchanging contact information and drinking cheap inebriants in a dive bar carved into an asteroid." Swindle leans back in his chair and puts his servos behind his head with a self-satisfied smile. Is any of this true? Possibly!
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