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Post by Needlenose on Jan 29, 2011 23:05:05 GMT -5
Sociology (fad-finding and fitting in): Excellent. Part of that is figuring out what girls are!
"Oh, very well, darling," Needlenose answers, standing up halfway so he can lean over the table and then attempt to nuzzle Spinister again. Then he stands the rest of the way up and advises, "Pine for me, love," before he turns and saunters off.
Now that he's on the move, he has an easy enough time spying the Autobots table. He strides confidently up towards it and beams, "Well, hello, hello!" He moves to stand next to Farlane, but keeps himself angled so that he is not cutting Mirage out of any conversation - in fact, a brief, friendly nod of acknowledgment is sent his way before he asks Farlane, "Forgive my boldness, but what is a vision like you doing off the dance floor?" He glances at Mirage again and asks, "You don't mind if enjoy the company of this beauty for a dance, do you? I promise to bring her back in the same condition! Well, perhaps a bit more worn out!"
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Post by Spinister on Jan 29, 2011 23:32:51 GMT -5
Spinister nuzzles back, with as little tremor as he can manage.
Spinister obligingly covers his chest, just over his Decepticon symbol that is under a shirt right now, with his hands and lays back in his seat as if in a half-swoon. See, Spinister is totally pining.
Oh, Needlenose. Hate when he leaves, but love to see him go.
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Post by Mirage on Jan 30, 2011 13:09:35 GMT -5
"I think the issues stemmed from her belief that receiving funds in return for companionship was somehow wrong. I confess, I do nut understand such a stance," Mirage muses, trying to pick up Farlane's hand and nibble lightly at his wrist, "It is a service, like any other, and if one wishes to make a living in such a way, why not? So long as they take precautions for themselves and their customers, of course."
The delicate topic of conversation if interrupted by the arrival of- another delicate topic of conversation.
"What's the matter Needlenose? Your darling too broken to dance tonight?" Mirage says, then shrugs negligently, "My lovely companions may dance with whomever he wishes."
//And perhaps gather some information, yes?// Mirage adds to Farlane.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jan 31, 2011 5:13:59 GMT -5
“Companionship wasn’t free to begin with, last I checked. Currency is just one form of paying for it, if in a rather shallow kind of way that doesn’t really facilitate healthy, long term relations.” Wow, lots of big words tonight. “... And by that, I mean this conversation is a really weird one to be having with a bubbly, candy girl like me.” Of course, any hope of seriousness in the statement was promptly lost when Farlane giggles at the ticklish sensation of Mirage’s nibbles.
“Honey!” he says, mockingly stern. Sly wrist nibblin’ bastard. He was about to add more breathy, giggly admonishments but that particular track was derailed when a dashingly handsome jet shows up at their table.
“Well, gosh!” Farlane bubbles in answer, free hand coming to rest delicately on his chest and expression of coy surprise on his face. “I can’t exactly say no to that much blatant flattery, can I?”
//I ain’t exactly grade A spy material, jus’ as a forewarnin’.//
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Post by Needlenose on Jan 31, 2011 22:39:39 GMT -5
Aaah, Mirage. You had to go and insult Needlenose's boy!
Wait. 'He'? Blast. And here Needlenose had considered himself rather ahead of the curve for his reality when it came to genders!
"Well, you could, but I don't advise it," Needlenose answers Farlane, offering him his elbow. He glances back at Mirage. "I simply thought I'd do your date the favor of improving his view for a time, is all," he answers happily.
Needlenose is, after all, a babe!
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Post by Spinister on Jan 31, 2011 23:02:57 GMT -5
Spinister just kicks back, alone with his snacks and his cane. He could do some recon of the layout of the place while Needlenose is distracting the Autobots, he supposes. Spinister reaches for his cane, joints creaking a bit. Slagging Blight.
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Post by Mirage on Feb 3, 2011 0:07:58 GMT -5
Needlenose is dancing with Mirage's date. So it's only fair that Mirage dance with Needlenose's date. Of course, Spinister isn't in any shape for actual dancing, so it's to be the linguistic lambada for the two ghost hunters.
Mirage says from just behind Spinister, "Oh, were you about to get up? I thought since you'd sent your pretty boy to play with my pretty boy, that you and I might compare notes." The spy's tone is light and unconcerned.
He slides into the empty seat, "Professional notes of course. I'm used to being the only sniper with invisibility tech in the room, you see."
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Feb 3, 2011 15:55:08 GMT -5
“That almost sounded you’d give me a choice there,” Farlane says, beaming prettily as he ever-so-graciously takes Needlenose’s proffered arm and rises from his seat. He lets the jet lead the way afterwards.
If he wasn’t so worried about getting his head blown off before the end of the night, he might actually be enjoying this. A total babe of a dancing partner, good drinks, fancy dresses? This was right up his alley in all the right ways! Except for the restaurant being owned by creepy, robot enslaving aliens and the dancing partner being a deadly killer thing.
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 4, 2011 12:46:41 GMT -5
"Why, of course you'd have a choice!" Needlenose enthuses, escorting Farlane to the dance floor.
"Whether or not to dance," he adds as an after thought as he turns towards Farlane.
Here, near the tables, where people are eating, the music is relatively subdued, and the dancing is more formal. Needlenose seems to know the moves, and though he's no professional, he's a relatively graceful hobbyist. He attempts to set his left hand on Farlane's waist while trying to take the other robot's right hand in his, attempting to lead the movements. "So how shall I address you, anyway? You've already heard my name, but I fear you have me at a disadvantage there."
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Post by Spinister on Feb 4, 2011 12:54:21 GMT -5
Spinister has the decorum to not seem startled when Mirage appears behind him, as if out of nowhere. That's Spinister gag, dangit! He settles himself back down, since Mirage seems intent on cornering him, but he doesn't act the part of prey, backed against the wall.
"You are," Spinister says simply, quietly, to Mirage's accusations. He reaches over to his tray of bon bons, picks up a particularly beautiful blue one, like a star sapphire and holds it up, as if comparing it to Mirage, and then he holds it out, offering, "Candy?"
Spinister doesn't mean to be a dreadful host, after all. He finds it interesting that Mirage correctly guessed that Spinister sent Needlenose over. How did Mirage divine such a thing, he wonders.
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Post by Mirage on Feb 9, 2011 18:02:29 GMT -5
Mirage would never expect Spinister to behave as prey. The spy has too much respect for the assassin to ever think such. He also knows that Spinister is technically Needlenose's superior, whatever the Mayhem's personal relationship might be, and so it is an easy conclusion to draw that Spinister sent Needlenose over.
He takes the offered candy, deliberately brushing his fingers over Spinister's sensitive sniper's hands as he does so. Mirage pops the candy in his mouth and makes a small sound of pleasure.
"They really do have excellent cooks here," he says*. He smirks at Spinister, "And no, I don't think I am. I somehow doubt there was that much difference between yourself and your alternate, physically."
*Forgot to mention, but Mirage has been speaking Cybertronian to Spinister, in his normal High Iaconian dialect.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Feb 10, 2011 18:56:21 GMT -5
"Love, dancing is a way of life, not a choice!" Farlane grins brightly as they make their way through the tables. The dance floor was virtually his second home aside from his -now woefully in another universe - ship. Admittedly, he was a tad more used to energetic styles but he certainly wasn’t a stranger to formal dances. The pink car reaches up to gently rest his hand on the jet’s shoulder, letting Needlenose take his free one, both actions accompanied with an appropriately shy giggle.
“Name’s Headlights, darling.” Needlenose may have been drop-dead gorgeous, but Farlane isn’t going to make his life quite that easy. “Although you’d have probably guessed that by now, huh?” he adds with a polite, dulcet laugh as he steps in time to the music.
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 10, 2011 20:57:31 GMT -5
"Some people choose their way of life, my dear Headlights!" Needlenose appears to buy the fake name, though the real one would have meant just as little to him.
He tilts his head as he looks Farlane over with obvious appreciation, but his next words suggest he wasn't just enjoying the view. "So does your inability to choose a way of life extend to where you stand, or do you just have a problem with the clashing red of the Autobot sigil?"
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Post by Spinister on Feb 11, 2011 11:13:09 GMT -5
Spinister, meanwhile, is speaking with an accent that makes him sound like something out of Dragnet: Iacon. It's not his accent, but he's cultivated it because it darkly amuses him.
Mirage can probably feel the tremor in Spinister's fingers. If Spinister focuses, it's not that bad, but it shouldn't be there at all. He thinks he can probably hit anything he'd be be called on to hit here, but his old ability to write his name on a microchip two miles away is gone. Only rest, healing, and arduous training is going to bring that back.
Spinister snorts over Mirage's information fishing, and he says softly, "Judging anyone by the image he makes in your rear-view mirror is unwise. What did the Quintessons offer you?"
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Post by Mirage on Feb 12, 2011 22:47:49 GMT -5
The trembling is noticed and filed away for future consideration. Mirage will think on it later, when he's not being coldly furious at what Spinister is suggesting.
Not that any of that cold fury is showing on Mirage's face; at least, it isn't showing to the casual observer. Spinister can probably pick up on the very subtle change in the glow of Mirage's optics, and the sniper can certainly pick up how Mirage's accent has become much more formal and deliberate.
"Nothing," he says after a moment, "Not even a promise to return me home could gain them traction with me. I am not in the habit of making friendly with people who have vivisected me for their own amusement."
Yet, Mirage will talk to one of the deadliest Decepticons extant. It's complicated.
"Think what you will, but my cautions earlier were sincere. I have no wish to see any of our people, regardless of side, in their hands again."
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