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Post by Mirage on Feb 28, 2011 19:14:57 GMT -5
Mirage spares a glance for Farlane and Needlenose as well. The courtesan seems to be handling himself- and Needlenose- well enough.
"Hmm, oddly enough a true statement. A great many artisans seemed to side with Megatron in my reality as well, your lovely consort included. But then, the Autobots are not lacking in talented craftsmen either."
He would mention Skyblast's skills, but mentioning any one individual would possibly make that individual a target. Mirage is certain Spinster would love to have a hold over Mirage.
"And they do not have a tendency toward using the bodies of the fallen as sculpture. Thankfully."
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Mar 2, 2011 20:09:41 GMT -5
“Gosh, yes, I most definitely know!” Farlane’s lips are immediately set in a magnificent pout. “First you get some lovely looking chrome detailing, right? And then everyone gets the same thing and it become sooo popular that it’s overused. A decade later, it’s right back in as ‘retro’ and the cycle repeats itself all over again!” The pink mech rolls his optics and makes the robot equivalent of a tongue-click. “Never a moment’s rest, I swear to Sigma.” Farlane rather liked his stupid chrome detailing. :C It’s just he also kind of made some of his living off of looking good.
… Oh, right, yes, information gathering. He might as well try and do that while things weren’t going terribly wrong yet, yes? “Ooh, hey, I remember a hot little copper boy dropped in during one of my dance gigs here. Very pointy, black and white and has an adorable little kitty. Don’t suppose he could be one of you? I’d love to know his name. And maybe whether or not he's single.”
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 5, 2011 8:27:35 GMT -5
Needlenose sees what you did there, Farlane!
(You were pretty obvious about it, really.)
"Oh, you mean Donut!" Needlenose chatters happily. "Dear old Donut, such a gentle soul! That's his name because he likes... to drive in circles, you see," he confides. "Sure, he's single! In fact, I think he's looking! If you'd like, I could give him your number for you!"
Needlenose has little problem confirming that Barricade is with them, because for one thing, he's been with them since Gillanan, long enough that the Autobots are already aware that they have him, and for another, he has a visible Decepticon symbol. And it isn't even a rub sign!
(Probably for the best, since rubbing Barricade is probably a good way to cut your hand.)
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Post by Spinister on Mar 5, 2011 20:53:54 GMT -5
Spinister's blades twitch slightly. Needlenose is not his consort; he really has no idea how Needlenose would take it if Spinister proposed. Well, he supposes he does have an idea. If it was trendy, Needlenose would have already proposed himself. Given that there's no great trend towards consorts at the moment... ahem.
Spinister rasps disapprovingly, "Stereotyping." They're not all about the bodies!
There's poetry, too.
OOC: Shall we fade out to the end of the night, and everyone back in the elevator? There's one last thing after we get into the elevator.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 6, 2011 21:13:23 GMT -5
"Perhaps," Mirage murmurs at the accusation of stereotyping, "However, I have seen enough of such things to feel it fair."
He smirks over his shoulder at Needlenose and Farlane, "Perhaps not so fair as the picture our respective partners make together, but ah well."
Mirage leans in and murmurs, "Though if you're at all so wonderful in private as your alternate, and your Needlenose is as wonderful as the one I once knew, then your various partners must be kept quite entertained."
Fade, fade away to the elevator my lovely, but never fade away the night!>_>
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Mar 8, 2011 20:34:55 GMT -5
Farlane is really about as subtle as a pink car in a dress.
He chokes on a laugh when Needlenose goes on about ‘Donut’, shoulders shaking with suppressed merriment and a the biggest grin on his face. “Oh Sigma, I’m sorry.” Remind Farlane to learn some info gathering skills in case the local spy ever tries to bring him along for these kinds of things again.
“How about I just show you this dance I learned on planet Canuum instead?” It is a very nice little classic dance. Hopefully nice enough to distract the pretty jet from his fumble.
OOC: Fade out is fine here!
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 8, 2011 22:35:14 GMT -5
Needlenose doesn't for a moment believe that Farlane buys into his story, but that doesn't matter, because Farlane's distraction attempt is, indeed, a success!
"Why certainly, my dear 'Headlight.' I would love to see this dance!" he purrs.
OOC: And fade and jump, good!
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Post by Spinister on Mar 9, 2011 23:16:44 GMT -5
Later
Coincidence leads the Decepticons to happen to be on the elevator at just the same time as the Autobots. Coincidence puts that phasing attendant manning the buttons.
But conspiracy cuts the wires and sends them all plummeting down.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 10, 2011 12:51:15 GMT -5
The phasing attendant does just that, phasing out of the elevator as it falls.
Mirage, ever the gallant date, attempts to gather Farlane to him and shield the courtesan from the fall. During the several seconds of freefall, Mirage is calculating their fall distance what he knows of the club's plans and the possible damage they will take.
Frag. This is going to hurt like a glitch.
But hurt or no, Mirage will not go back under the Quintessons tender care. When the spy later rises from the rubble of the crashed elevator, the gentleman will be set aside, and the hunter will be at the fore.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Mar 12, 2011 21:38:27 GMT -5
Farlane doesn’t really mind having a predatory spy on top of him, but this probably isn’t the most appropriate of times to indulge that particular kink. He’s a little bit distracted anyhow.
“Tar divin’, slag lickin’ aftheads from the seventeenth pit,” the pink car snarls, half in pain, half in righteous fury as he kicks some of the scrap metal off. “When I find that elevator boy, I gonna beat that stupid phasin’ ability outta him with his own stupid phasin’ limbs!” One side of his crest was missing, a doorwing was bent at an odd angle and his dress was shredded beyond recognition, but the pink mech was otherwise intact. He probably screamed like a girl all the way down, but he doesn’t really remember that too well- which is really a good thing as far as he’s concerned. The less he could recall about the terrifying elevator ride, the better.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 13, 2011 21:24:58 GMT -5
Needlenose has anti-gravs these days, and while he's got no gravity relative to an elevator in free fall, he's still more or less on a planet, and so they more or less work.
He doesn't turn them on during the fall itself, however. After all, there is an elevator ceiling crashing towards them as quickly as the elevator floor is falling away! Instead, he grabs for Spinister, attempting to hold onto his partner.
He attempts to activate them just as the elevator comes to a stop. However, he's not that agile, and ends up turning the things on a touch too early, which results in the elevator crashing down onto his wings and head - if he managed to grab Spinister, Spinister would, fortunately, be lower down than this, but it's certainly painful for the jetformer! The blow from the ceiling then knocks Needlenose into the floor, and though he doesn't hit with as much force as he would have if he had fallen the whole way, the Targetmaster still finds it to be a painful experience.
"Nnnngh... Spinister?" he asks, checking for the condition of his date.
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Post by Spinister on Mar 14, 2011 11:54:29 GMT -5
Spinister has antigravs. He's worked on familiarising himself, but he hasn't had them all that long. The thing to do would be to turn them on and hover exactly between the floor and ceiling and then move downward at the same rate as the elevator and then stop in the middle when it stops, thereby hitting nothing.
That trick would take skill that Spinister has not yet learned. Maybe he should do some sim runs with an elevator when he gets home.
When everything thing shakes out, Needlenose has quite gallantly and dashingly shielded Spinister from harm - he is almost entirely fine save for one thing.
His rotor blades are shattered. They were always the weakest part of him. At least the Autobots have suffered worse. Spinister expresses no pain and murmurs, "Thanks," before trying to tug Needlenose up to his feet.
The elevator doors open. Eight Sharkticons in robot mode peer at them, ready to attack and subdue. The hallway beyond is splattered with fuel of every kind and deep gouges are rent into the metal walls.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 14, 2011 15:17:08 GMT -5
Mirage, after checking to make sure Farlane is relatively all right, manages to pick himself off the elevator floor and stand relatively steady. His lovely tailored suit is a shredded mess, a chunk has been gouged out of his left shoulder, and his distinct helm has a nasty dent in back from which is leaking a small bit of fluid. These aren't the extent of his injuries, but do sum up the worst of those visible. He's also joined Spinister in the gimp leg club, but Mirage has run the gauntlet with a limp before. Mirage loosely holds his rifle in his right hand. Those who know Mirage- or think they do- might well notice the subtle shift in his demeanor once he's on his feet. There's a flatness and a coldness to his optics, a casual, confident but not arrogant air of danger. It may seem familiar to the Mayhems- and not just because of their dealing with the alternate Mirage. Killers tend to recognize their own, though Mirage will deny the label 'til his dying day. The elevator doors open, and Mirage's rifle swings up, left hand supporting the barrel as he fires rapidly from the hip. This is close work. No need for someone skilled as he to waste time sighting the target. Three Sharkticons are down before the elevator door even chimes fully open and he's lining up on a fourth.... OOC: Multiple attack and downing of Sharkticons approved by main Scenemod/admin for this scene. Trail off of post done so that the action can be picked up by next poster!
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Mar 16, 2011 20:08:01 GMT -5
The next Sharkticon gets a faceful of laser.
Farlane grunts and pushes himself up on one knee, still firing away at the encroaching group of Sharkticons. He glances quickly at the Mayhems and then at Mirage and- wow, that ride sure did a number on the boy. The pink mech would ask how bad off the other mech was, but his attention was quickly and wholly taken up with facing off the fanged horrors after that.
“Don’t suppose ‘nyone has shark biscuits?” he yelps over the sound of gunfire. Being rather distracted by the possibility of imminent chomping, he doesn’t really notice Mirage’s sudden change in demeanor just yet.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 17, 2011 14:13:13 GMT -5
"No, but I've got something else to feed them," Needlenose almost snarls, optics narrowed, as he sets Spinister down.
He left the Nebulans home for this. Didn't want to have to listen to them in his head, given their attitudes towards his relationship with Spinister.
But the Nebulans aren't his only weapons.
His back-up is drawn from subspace and he fires off several shots at the remainder. To Spinister, he says over the radio, //I've also got the rockets, but using them is kind of awkward. Not worth it against just this hand full.//
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