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Post by Drift on Mar 29, 2011 15:19:41 GMT -5
"Considering that your pal Kup pretty much tore into that little vault of 'painful secrets' and apparently 'for my own good'?" Drift laughs. And he's going to completely ignore the fact that he more or less barfed everything all over Perceptor, too. Thank Primacron there were no witnesses. "I figured it was how you Autobots worked."
He snorts. Oh yeah, this was really the contest he wanted to beat Mirage in. "Yeah? I've got two. At least." Gasket. Wing. And the deaths of how many of those he was now trying to call 'allies'?
Or...the thought occurs to him: what if he runs into someone here that he's killed?
"So what does this 'life debt' thing do? Give you the right to come stare at me?" He's tired, and more than that, tired of blowing every seemingly nice gesture another mech makes toward him, and he has no idea how to stop.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 30, 2011 0:07:59 GMT -5
Mirage arches a browridge, "He isn't my Kup. I'm not even sure he likes me very much. I'm a bit too Ivory Tower for his comfort. But I get the job done."
Of course, lately, getting the job done has meant getting vivisected by Quints, having new technology forcibly installed in his body, and collaborating with two of the most dangerous Decepticons known to be in this reality. Oh, and being the resident Teacher of Stealth to Dinobots.
One hand moves from behind his head to cradle his brow, "For the love of Primus, it's like having a conversation with Ultra Magnus."
"Strictly speaking -and depending on who you ask- either I am now responsible for your life, or vice versa. But that is more than a little extreme, even for my sense of honor. Also, impractical given that we're in the middle of a war. From my point of view, it merely means that the debt is there until I have repaid it in kind or in an equivalent act that you feel absolves the debt."
"Also, Drift, while I completely understand it taking time to acclimate to your faction choice, if you stopped viewing us enemies to be wary of and the word Autobot as an epithet, you might get along a bit better."
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Post by Drift on Mar 30, 2011 5:09:21 GMT -5
Drift shifts, irritably. "He in your command chain? Then he's 'your Kup'." And he can't resist adding, "Last time I saw you, I didn't see much 'job' getting done." Might want to trim some of that ego, blue boy.
Oh, great. Awesome. So...no one can agree on what this life debt entails. Just like no one seems to have any sort of coherent notion of what an Autobot is or stands for. He cocks his head. "You know what? If this term is so loose, I'll tell you what it means. Nothing. You don't owe me anything. You said thank you, you talked for five kliks, and bingo. Done." Ego te absolvo.
However, he doesn't let himself off that easily. Just like Perceptor--his Perceptor--he feels a certain stir of...not really ownership but he's sick of picking around trying to find the right word. But it's the only tie that feels safe to recognize, if only to himself.
"And thanks for the advice. Maybe I should figure out if it's even worth 'getting along' first." He turns his back on Mirage, an open insult. You're no threat to me.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 30, 2011 19:21:21 GMT -5
Mirage narrows his optics at Drift's back. The spy refrains from pointing out that by Drift's reasoning, Kup is also the warrior's Kup now. Mirage is sure Drift will just launch into another terse tirade about how he's still evaluating his decision.
"You know, you remind me a great deal of my own Grimlock," Mirage says after a moment.
"It is always, 'if I choose to stay' with him, if the Autobots continued to meet some nebulous criteria from his own mind which he never really explained. Just as he never explained why he left the Decepticons, other than to say he got tired of Megatron's posturing."
"You're about as eloquent as he, as well."
Pushing off the wall, Mirage continues, "You want to know why I became an Autobot? When you tell me what you're so afraid of, I'll tell you."
Mirage turns to leave.
OOC: not out of thread yet, but unless something major happens, will be next round. Or ya know, if the convo gets juicy. >_>
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Post by Drift on Mar 31, 2011 10:38:50 GMT -5
Drift's head jerks sharply to look over his shoulder at Mirage. "I made that mistake before. I gave everything to a cause and then...stopped thinking about it. I trusted we were still doing the right things, for the right reasons." He turns. "I was wrong. But if it's so bad to question what we're fighting for and why, then that's my answer right there."
He resets himself in position on the practice floor. He's angry, but he's trying to channel it into something useful, though way less gratifying than landing his fist in Mirage's face. Which is its own special brand of eloquence.
He draws his short blades, circling them in his wrists, warming the servos. He looks over at Mirage with a shrug. "That's your answer, really."
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Post by Mirage on Mar 31, 2011 16:53:34 GMT -5
Ugh. Mirage has the beginning of a terrible headache.
"If we continue this discussion, it will eventually end in a physical altercation." Because that's always what happens when Mirage gets in an ethical argument with people here. He really doesn't understand why, but it is.
"My frequency is <insert numbers>. Later, if you want to continue this discussion when you're not in the mood to skewer someone, give me a call." Mirage smiles slightly, "I think I still have some of that excellent mix Perceptor made for me set away. Heavy subjects always go down better with a fine drink."
He watches those deadly blade spin, the adds, "I think... you might talk with Rodimus or Xaaron. If you want more insight into what makes an Autobot."
Mirage waves his hand at the warrior and walks out the door.
OOC: out of thread! Thanks!
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Post by Drift on Apr 1, 2011 10:23:32 GMT -5
What's the matter, Mirage? Not used to the less rarefied air of the gutters?
"Have it your way," Drift shrugs off the comment--probably best not to begin his career with the Autobots here by taking out a mech he just allegedly saved. Probably frowned on here, though it passed for Reasonable Disciplinary Action among the Decepticons. Mirage, he felt, probably always got it his way.
He stops when Mirage rattles off his comm freq. Wow. That made no sense: If we keep talking, one of us is going to get a beatdown....so let's keep talking, but later? Spies, he decides, are crazy.
He growls and buries his discontent into another practice volley with his swords, trying to find the calm centerpoint which the weapons require.
When he turns to the door, a retort finally ready...Mirage is gone.
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