Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on Feb 24, 2008 21:53:09 GMT -5
The very dazed Dinobot Commander staggers around, then looks up. "Me Brimsock know where party is! And...me sorry, sidewalk. Me Gribpock no see you there" he says, looking back at the crater he left.
A short and very wobbly flight later, Grim's back on the roof, and glances around. Rodimus is nearby, and --Oooh, shiny Emirate Xaaron. Clompclompclompsqueeze! Xaaron will now find himself in a patented Grimlock Hug™, the likes of which Kup was subjected to upon Grimlock's arrival. "Me Limgrock say we get off on wrong foot, Emirate Zordon..."
---------- Hugging of Xaaron done with player permission.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 24, 2008 23:24:21 GMT -5
Botanica can't be bothered to answer him? Fine. If she can't stand the heat, she should stop growing chile peppers.
Emirate Xaaron is a bit concerned by the sighting of Nightbeat. He allows himself to be distracted by it, and as such, a giant mechanical dinosaur is able to sneak up on him and hug him.
What is with people and hugging Emirate Xaaron? Firebolt wanted to, Pee-Dee actually did it, and now Grimlock has taken the cake and replaced it with custard. Emirate Xaaron is a tank, it's true, and this is probably the only reason why he's still conscious, despite Grimlock's enthusiastic embrace. He is going to have to get some serious dents hammered out of him once Grimlock lets him go, but Emirate Xaaron isn’t focusing on the pain right now.
Instead, he's paying more attention to what Grimlock just said. Off on the wrong foot? More or less. Seizing his chance, if Emirate Xaaron can get his arms free, he attempts to return the hug as firmly as he can, which probably isn't much to Grimlock. He smiles, despite the pain, and replies warmly, "Splendid, Grimlock." Now what? Grimlock seems to be in a rather affectionate mode, and Emirate Xaaron is more than a bit concerned about what might happen if Grimlock hugs someone who isn't a Tank Anonymous. Briefly, he considers asking Grimlock to dance, but Kup once declared that Grimlock is only allowed to dance in Decepticon territory. How else can he keep Grimlock safely occupied?
Emirate Xaaron glances over at the paints that Skyblast isn’t using and suggests, "Why don't you paint an outline around where you fell, like they do in crime scenes? So that people will know that the sidewalk might rise up and hit them there?" Because that is totally what the sidewalk did to Grimlock.
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Feb 25, 2008 9:56:21 GMT -5
Skyblast peripherally notices Makeshift. Not being command, Skyblast doesn’t know that Makeshift is a Mini-Con. He just knows Makeshift is a short robot with a funny symbol. Those Maximals have funny symbols, too, and are also short, but Makeshift doesn't have meat or veggie bits. It makes Skyblast happy to know that there are full-robots shorter than him on their side – multiple robots, even. Holi and Wheelie are pretty short, too. While retrieving the ladder under the table, he answers Makeshift, "A party is where you get to relax, unwind, and enjoy yourself with your friends! This one is just a bit stuffy – no offense, Skyfire," he looks up at the much bigger jet apologetically, "because it's also a welcoming ceremony."
"Oh, thank, but I have this ladder now," Skyblast answers Skyfire. Quickly, he gets the ladder set up, and he sets down the needed paints on the flat of his one arm, holding it out level as he scales up the ladder. It strikes him as weird that Skyfire just asked to have his symbols put in pretty much the exact same place as Skyblast has them. Skyblast does think those are great places to have symbols, clearly, but given how much they look alike, it's pretty strange. Skyblast tackles the centre symbol first, and he's pretty quick about it. Skyblast usually paints in alternate mode, sometimes at speeds above Mach 1. He scales back down the ladder to work on one wing and then down and back up again to do the other wing.
Once the symbols are complete, he gestures with a flourish, "Ta-da!"
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 25, 2008 15:32:48 GMT -5
Once he's satisfied that Skyblast is finished, Nightbeat applauds briefly.
"Wonderful. Now, if I could have everyone's attention... Well, it ain't quite time for the parlor scene, but it's sure time to talk. 'cause I've been figuring... and it is strange."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 25, 2008 20:14:09 GMT -5
Rodimus glances down at Makeshift's question. Being from the reality that Rodimus is from, he initially thought of Makeshift as a particularly small sort of Micromaster. Then he read Kup's report, and decided that Makeshift was more like a robotic Targetmaster or Powermaster partner, minus the 'bond to a single partner' bit. He is curious about them, and would like a chance to read the reports on his systems later, but as he did with the Maximals, he just automatically reclassified the smaller robot to fit his universal view.
He's not too far off, really.
Rodimus nods in agreement with Skyblast. "He's got it. Parties don't normally involve so many speeches, and the falling off of buildings is optional. So's drinking, really," Rodimus quirks a crooked grin, "but it gets involved a lot."
His grin widens as Arcee finds him. He looks down at the pink female, reaches for her... then grabs a couple of drinks and offers her one. "Thanks, Arcee. I was worried it went on a little long, myself, but..." he shrugs. "My first Autobranding." That, and Marvel characters tend to expositionalize more than their cartoon equivalents.
He takes a sip, but it's all he can do to keep from spurting out his drink as Grimlock flies up and hugs Emirate Xaaron. He takes the effort to swallow his sip, then bursts out laughing. His voice rings out, joyous and young, and bringing Hot Rod to mind to those who knew him.
He finishes laughing and, hearing the music that has started up on another area of the roof, sets his drink on the table and turns to Arcee. "Well, shall w-" and then he breaks off as the last stroke of the Autobrand is painted, and Nightbeat calls attention to himself.
Rodimus frowns, and once more, he is all Prime. A faint, apologetic smile is sent Arcee's way, and he murmurs, "I'd better listen."
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Post by Makeshift on Feb 25, 2008 20:47:31 GMT -5
Makeshift considers Skyblast's and Rodimus's words for a moment. "So a party is a celebration of camaraderie, and the drinking is just extra?" He thinks of Prowl and Firebot, his teammates from his own reality, and wonders what their reaction would be if he threw them a party when he gets back. Somehow, he doesn't think that loading a bot who turns into a portable missile battery with high-grade is a good idea, but the rest of it could be fun.
He watches the painting process from the table top; there's really no other place he could stand to watch it, considering he doesn't even come close to the big jet's kneecaps from the floor. The Mini-con briefly considers asking about an insignia for himself, but decides against it. His own symbol had drawn a few odd looks, but aside from Kup, most had let it lie or ignored it. The fact that he seemed to be the only Mini-con to end up here made it unnecessary. Plus, he likes his paint job as it is.
He blinks as best he can at Grimlock's tackle-hugging. A brief mental image of blue metal and leaking fluids on the Dinobot's chest passes through the back of his mind, and he makes a note to vacate the table quickly if Grimlock comes looking for another drink.
Then Nightbeat speaks up, and Makeshift turns with the others to hear the detective. He could almost hear his reality's Nightbeat muttering "Dun dun DUUNNNN!"
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Skyfire
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Post by Skyfire on Feb 25, 2008 22:13:16 GMT -5
Skyfire looked down at his bright new Autobot symbols and grinned, ice-blue optics sparkling brightly. "TA-da indeed! Skyblast, those are beautiful! Thank you so very much."
The big white Autobot looked around for the drinks, intending to offer up a toast to Skyblast's artistry, when Grimlock came flying up--he can fly?--and gave Emirate Xaaron a powerful hug. Skyfire managed to keep a wince off his face; it was a good thing Grimlock hadn't hugged him quite that hard, or he'd have been squeezed into the shape of a Grimlock hug.
Rodimus's laughter rang out, another welcome sound; he always seemed so serious and burdened. Music started to play, so Skyfire gave up on the notion of another toast and just looked around to see who else might want a drink while he's at the table...
Then Nightbeat spoke up.
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Jazz
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SugarSugarBoozeSugarSugarBoozeSugarSugar!
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Post by Jazz on Feb 25, 2008 23:00:36 GMT -5
"Didn't think so." Jazz nods, glancing at the crowd. Yeah. There's something about a party. And another drink like what he's just ingested, he'll start showing off a couple of dance moves, since someone brought the tunes. And then.... Nightbeat has to go and start figuring. Softly, "Anyone spike his punch?"
Nope? Better listen-- there might be something he needs to know.
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Evac
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Post by Evac on Feb 25, 2008 23:05:35 GMT -5
Evac shakes his head. "I thought he came in after I did... But now I'm not sure."
He looks down (quite the mean feat, since he dwarfs Jazz). "Wonder what's up?" He's had little interaction with Nightbeat yet, so he can't really judge, but he'd swear the detective just appeared out of nowhere.
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Arcee
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Post by Arcee on Feb 25, 2008 23:08:59 GMT -5
Arcee takes a drink and is less successful than Rodimus in controlling her spurt, though fortunately, she doesn't drench anyone with the spray.
She was about to agree to dance when Nightbeat makes his little announcement. Fighting back the urge to scowl, she instead returns the boy-Prime's smile. There'll be time enough for dancing later, whenever the dork knight is through talking.
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Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on Feb 25, 2008 23:19:51 GMT -5
Hey, Grimmy got hugged back! This feeling must be what the humans call warm fuzzes...or being plastered. Maybe both.
"Me Gibclock no need to do that...me knocked Sidewalk out, it not gonna hurt nobody else!" He clanks his hand on his chest proudly once he lets Xaaron go.
Then Nightbeat speaks up, and Grimlock headtilts. That's a bad idea, as he then wavers a bit, the tilt making him a faint bit dizzy. He wobbles, but steadies himself. "Me Gymsock say get on with saying!"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 25, 2008 23:38:32 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron has escaped from the grip of Grimlock! He's a little wobbly at first, but he manages to recover. Primus, but he wishes he could actually get plastered. Maybe it would make the world stop hurting. Of course, he now needs to find some other way to distract Grimlock from hugging anyone more breakable. Spires, maybe Emirate Xaaron will end up asking grimlock to dance.
...when did his life get this weird, that he's considering dancing with the Dinobot commander to be an acceptable contingency plan?
Emirate Xaaron crosses his arms and snaps at Nightbeat, "Out with it, and I don't mean your tank contents."
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Feb 25, 2008 23:51:38 GMT -5
Skyblast nods and ages with Makeshift, "Uh-huh. You got it. Still, a dry party is no party, if you know what I mean."
He beams at Skyfire's praise. He replies, "No, thank you! Just doing my job."
There's an odd bit – but he does still consider himself an artist first, warrior second. Nightbeat is probably going to say something important, but Kup can listen to it and then tell Skyblast what he needs to do about it. That's Kup's job. Skyblast needs to get himself another drink. It's not a party until he's smashed enough that he starts doing sky-Pollock. He snags said drink, stashes the ladder, and he slips off into the crowd, off to hunt down his fellow jets.
Out of thread
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 26, 2008 0:01:51 GMT -5
Nightbeat sets up the small computer before he starts talking. "All right, all right. Just ruin my dramatic moment why don'cha..." He goes on. "Anyway, by hook, crook, and cajoling, we've managed to compile a pretty accurate list of arrival points. I've got them plotted on this map here." "Nothing much, really. Just some random arrival points. I tell you, I stared at them for hours. But finally, something clicked. Look what you get when you connect up the points." He presses a button to change the image. "For those of you with a reality lacking this particular artifact, or those of you who've just never seen it before, this is one of two things. It's either the Creation Matrix, lifeblood of all Transformers and a piece of the power of Primus... Or what some of you other lot call the Matrix of Leadership, depository of the wisdom of all previous bearers. " He lets that sink in for dramatic effect. "Needless to say, it eliminates nearly all doubt that there isn't some purpose in bringing us here."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 26, 2008 18:49:03 GMT -5
Grimlock isn't the only one who wants Nightbeat to get on with it, but fortunately, Rodimus doesn't have to express his impatience, because shortly after, Nightbeat does just that.
The Prime frowns thoughtfully at the map. That the points are more or less symetrical is obvious even to him, even before Nightbeat brings up the extra lines, but the pattern bothers him. Then the overlays come in place.
Rodimus's expression hardens, his jaw becomes more fully set, and his fists clench tightly.
"It all comes back to that, doesn't it?" he asks darkly, voice low and containing an undercurrent of anger.
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