Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on May 22, 2011 9:04:06 GMT -5
Duskwing asks for no explanation of Slugslinger's theory on Rampage, so none is forthcoming. Sorry, Charlie. Instead, he shrugs off the question about his game.
"Him? He's waiting to get launched," he explains as he glowers at the target. He's torn; he wants his high score because he wants to win, and that's what he's projecting, but he's having so much more fun just destroying everything. He mollifies himself by deciding that he can simply choose a middle ground and use all his little troopers to reach the objective while he's in public. It's actually a little trickier to calculate than using as few as possible. The designers should've programmed a bonus for using the entire ammo box to its full capability.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on May 25, 2011 9:20:31 GMT -5
Sorry about the delay; I overlooked Rampage going skippable.
Duskwing frowns; no, he pouts. "So you gonna be done soon?"
Patience is not one of the dark blue Seeker's virtues, though he demands it of others. He turns to glare at Rampage, who is busy ignoring him. Crabcakes is no fun, Duskwing concludes. Slugslinger might be.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on May 29, 2011 9:00:38 GMT -5
Slugslinger pauses his game and scowls over his shoulder at Duskwing, a glint of yellow optic between dark blue spans of displaced fuselage.
"I'm gonna be done when I knock down the tower and kill all the little guys in it," he says. "You can either siddown and wait until then or you can go ahead and I'll catch up. I don't care which one." Well, he sort of does care, but only because if Duskwing goes on ahead, he might get into some hilarious trouble without Slugslinger there to see it. And that's no fun at all.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Jun 5, 2011 21:17:18 GMT -5
Duskwing flops to a seat on his bunk, leaning his chin on one hand. He looks sulky, but tries to wait, because getting up to mischief by yourself is boring. Watching someone else play a video game isn't nearly as exciting as playing it yourself.
Bored waiting on Slugslinger, he turns to Rampage again. "So whaddaya mean, you leave souvenirs but don't run out?"
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Post by Slugslinger on Jun 7, 2011 5:54:06 GMT -5
This would go much more quickly if Slugslinger could just nail that one little slagpiece at the far end of the fortress, but it's obnoxiously tricky. Not because he can't accomplish it; he's sure he sees the solution. He just isn't sure if he should take it. He settles for just smashing everything as much as he can and mumbling a curse while he restarts the level after the FAIL banner scrolls across the screen. Rather than make another attempt, however, he quietly waits and watches sidelong.
Truth be told, rare as that is for Slugslinger, he's curious of Rampage's answer, too. He'd like to know how far off he is with his theory.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jun 9, 2011 0:04:33 GMT -5
"Pain is infinite," Rampage answers boredly, not looking up from his datapad.
Coincidentally, that's pretty much the philosophy of the poem he's reading right now! It even proves its own point by being painfully badly written. If by some cosmic coincidence he meets the poet responsible for this monstrosity, he'll be sure to carve every word of it into their body so that they might experience the torment of every being that had the misfortune of reading it.
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Post by Duskwing on Jun 9, 2011 9:20:42 GMT -5
Duskwing stares at Rampage for some time. Finally, he scowls. "Dat's the kind of lame thing Vortex would say. And it ain't a souvenir. Slag, learn what the words mean, will ya? Souvenirs is physical-like, permanent reminders, see? Whatcha readin', anyway?"
He glances at Slugslinger's screen in time to catch the fail-banner. "Okay, you're done with that level. Now can we go?"
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Post by Slugslinger on Jun 15, 2011 20:45:48 GMT -5
That's what Rampage gets for reading Vogon poetry. (Slugslinger really should slip more of it into the database.) But his explanation matches up fairly well to Slugslinger's supposition, so the jet just shrugs and sets down his game, then makes a show of stretching to his limbs' maximum reach.
"Yeah, yeah, okay," he grumbles with a perfectly sour look on his face. He doesn't try to not accidentally clip Duskwing with any random wing parts as he shoves himself to his feet. "I'm not really done, but I'm bored of losing anyway."
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jun 17, 2011 20:06:46 GMT -5
"Absolute drivel," Rampage says, answering Duskwing's question even as he pinches the ridge of metal between his optics. This is what he gets for conversing with idiots. Really, he's only asking for more of a processor ache when he adds, "And I assure you the souvenirs I leave are quite physical and make for very permanent reminders."
The sort of permanent reminders that slowly hollow you out from the inside until you're nothing but a shell of your former self and you have nothing left to fill the void with but a desire for revenge.
He should really try his hand at this horrible poetry business.
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Post by Duskwing on Jun 21, 2011 19:46:09 GMT -5
"So what are you readin' it for if it's so bad?" Duskwing points out. "You'll still aren't makin' sense."
He shrugs and turns toward Slugslinger, not too careful himself of his wings--as a result, his wing and one of Slugslinger's clash together with a jarring 'CLANG!' "Whoa! We hit the energon after the raid, see? Now lets go find somethin'."
Duskwing heads out the door, confident that Slugslinger will follow.
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Post by Slugslinger on Jun 28, 2011 19:33:22 GMT -5
"How about you watch where you're sticking your ailerons, huh?" Slugslinger fires back at Duskwing, hanging back long enough to make it clear he isn't really following the other jet so much as heading in the same direction. Maybe long enough for Duskwing to question whether or not Slugslinger's coming along at all now. During this moment of hesitation, he grins and leans down toward Rampage. If he could ooze smugness and good cheer, he would. "I like your style," he says, right optic gleaming just a little brighter than the left. Or it might be a trick of the lighting.
Then he straightens up and sidles after Duskwing, still grinning.
"Anything in particular we're looking for?" he wonders, keen to hear what Duskwing picks first.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jul 1, 2011 14:06:16 GMT -5
"Because it's still preferable to talking with you," Rampage replies to Duskwing, idly contemplating how much force it would take to jam this datapad through Duskwing's head. Thankfully the Seeker is finally leaving so he can have some privacy to read his poetry of frequently dubious quality in peace.
He eyes Slugslinger when he leans in. "Always pleasant to have a fan." Rampage continues to watch Slugslinger as he leaves. That one might be interesting. He should keep an optic on him.
OOC: Out of thread once the other two are out of the room.
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Post by Duskwing on Jul 1, 2011 18:50:23 GMT -5
"We're goin' to the spare parts locker," Duskwing says nonchalantly. "If anybody's dere, tell 'em you're dere to get your optic adjusted or somethin'. You keep 'em busy, I'll check out the spare parts, see if I can find anybody I know, see?"
He ambles down the hall, in no particular hurry.
Note: may have to suspend replies until after vacation
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Post by Slugslinger on Jul 4, 2011 7:19:26 GMT -5
"I don't need nothing adjusted," Slugslinger grumbles, putting on a sullen look and a baulking tone. "And how come I have to stand guard? How about I look for stuff and you stand guard? Bet I can find better souvenirs than you can, anyway." It's a sincere challenge, in part; Slugslinger is relatively certain he'd like his souvenirs more than Duskwing's, though he suspects a divergence in taste factors in. Mostly, however, he just wants to get the Seeker riled up. Riled up and not talking about Slugslinger's optic.
He does wonder, eyeing Duskwing's back suspiciously while the Seeker isn't looking at him but quick to put on a smug face should Duskwing turn, if that was just an oblivious suggestion or if somebody told Duskwing something. But who could have? Slugslinger doesn't exactly go around grabbing his right eye every time there's a wild shift in wavelengths or randomly blinking lights set off another pounding headache. He makes sure he doesn't do stupid garbage like that specifically because it'd give him away and giving himself away would be beyond idiotic.
After much deliberation – and worry, though he'll never admit it – Slugslinger concludes that Duskwing doesn't actually know. His challenge stands.
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Post by Duskwing on Jul 18, 2011 18:51:22 GMT -5
Duskwing thinks Slugslinger's asymmetric optics are funny-looking, and medics always want to poke at something that's different--and while they're doing that, they pay no attention to yet another boring blue Seeker. Unfortunately, Duskwing's attempt to explain that isn't nearly as articulate.
"Youse got funny optics, it'll keep 'em interested. Me, I'm boring; nobody looks at me or wants to talk to me, so dere you go."
He opens the door and sidles in; Logistics is Swindle's division, but Duskwing thinks he remembers Swindle not being allowed to store the Decepticon supplies in his private subspace warehouse, which was why the spare parts bin was past that door over there, and accessible from Engineering, since they needed spare parts a lot.
Is anyone minding the store today, or have they stepped out?
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