Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Nov 20, 2011 9:50:09 GMT -5
"I already told you," Slugslinger says with an exasperated sigh, shrugging and flicking his fingers. Even a dimwit can be annoyed at having to repeat himself when he was only doing as told and being very clear with his answers. "Duskwing said he wanted souvenirs for decorating the room." He turns a sullen, sidelong glare on his roommate and adds, grumbling, "Dunno what his problem is. He's still got that sword. The last weapon I got flat-out disappeared on me!" He crosses his arms, sulking. "Stupid Omnicon spear."
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Nov 20, 2011 19:31:28 GMT -5
"Yeah? Well all my souvenirs disappeared when I got sent here! Stupid rocks didn't bring my stuff. So I figure I got a right to stuff from the rocks dat was mine, on account of dey didnt' bring it in the first place," Duskwing says, folding his arms and giving Slugslinger a surly frown that rather closely resembled a pout.
"Room's too bare. Looks like we're a bunch of factory noobs just off the line what got barracked up dere. I ain't a noob. Is you a noob, Sluggy?" Duskwing asks, pointedly.
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Post by Starscream (Movie) on Nov 30, 2011 19:38:25 GMT -5
What little patience Starscream had for shenanigans has deteriorated. One optic shutter twitches imperceptibly.
"Thank you for reminding me, Duskwing. I had been considering proposing a new regulation banning the display of personal effects in quarters. I believe a lack of individual decoration will promote team spirit, remind us we are all united under the Decepticon banner." As well as all the other good things that stifling personal expression is supposed to do. "I'll start with your quarters as a pilot program, to see how it works. Speaking of which, you will both write me a 10,000 word essay, in High Kaonic, about why stealing from stores for your own personal use is wrong, both ethically and militarily. It is to be in the formal mode, and spelling counts. Unfortunately, Hook isn't with us at the moment, or I'd have him grade it."
So saying, the jetformer nods cordially to the other two jetformers and turns to depart.
"Oh, and you're both barred from flying until those essays are turned in to me, completed to my satisfaction. If either of you get caught airborne, there will be consequences," he calls over his shoulder as he stalks away.
OOC: Sorry I missed I was up here! Also, attempting to leave thread, but can be stopped.
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Slugslinger
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And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Dec 1, 2011 9:53:03 GMT -5
Slugslinger maintains a vaguely indifferent scowl throughout Starscream's verdict, arms still crossed. When the walking wedge turns away, Slugslinger shrugs and stretches, linking his hands behind his head. He stands there for a few moments, hipshot, elbows canted at jaunty angles over his head, then he snorts.
"Joke's on him," he mutters very lowly, to himself. "I don't even know High Kaonic." Maybe he'll use formal Quintesson. No, he thinks, barely stopping himself from shaking his head at the thought; he'd rather keep that to himself. The frown that pulls on the left side of his face has a slightly troubled air to it. Nothing he knows immediately is suitably vexing enough to make the effort worthwhile. He glances to Duskwing, not so much sullen as resigned, and shrugs again. He'll just use Old Praxian and wing it from there. He recalls dozing off every time he started reading something penned in that convoluted, repetitious scrawl. And it takes twenty words to say what can usually be managed in ten.
…But this means brushing up. Slugslinger grimaces at the distasteful thought of the study involved, keeping his face hidden from Duskwing behind his arm. The payoff had best be worth it if he's going to subject himself to this much work for it.
Loudly enough for Duskwing's benefit but not so loud as to carry much further, he says in a threatening voice, "That stupid bug-faced truck's gonna pay for this."
OOC: Kaon seems to exist in DWUT continuity, but is apparently little more than ruins that happen to have some nukes still stored there. The timeline isn't clear on when Kaon was destroyed. I'm playing Slugslinger as ignorant of whatever Kaon may have been in his reality, due in part to his indeterminate whereabouts prior to his appearance with Alpha Quintesson.
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Post by Crankcase on Dec 1, 2011 11:42:32 GMT -5
The issue appears resolved. At the very least, Crankcase feels that if Duskwing and Slugslinger know what's best for them, they'll agree it's been settled and leave it at that; he rather admires Starscream's restraint in dealing with the belligerent pair. He eyes them both briefly, trying to gauge their reactions to their punishment, but says nothing and turns to follow Starscream at a respectful distance. It's pure serendipity that the vice-commander answered his hail.
"Sir," he murmurs, maintaining that gap between them – a minor challenge, forcing him to lengthen his stride considerably to pace the larger Decepticon – as he speaks. "Have a report for you."
OOC: Following Starscream out of thread.
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Dec 1, 2011 20:25:54 GMT -5
Duskwing stares after Starscream, a woebegone look on his face. "B-but I don't even know High Moronic!" Blasted officers, always taking advantage of the grunts. His wings droop, and he stares at the floor until Starscream is out of sight.
He mutters to Slugslinger, "Yeah, like that'll ever happen. Only happens when he slags off Megatron, and do you see a Megatron around here?" His feet tip-tap the floor idly; what to do, what to do?
Duskwing looks up, his face brightening. He has a plan, simple and straightforward--he'll ask a certain someone who knows where to buy or steal things like essays where he can get one and what he has to do to get it. He sighs, a low buzz that rattles through his jet turbines. How much will he owe Swindle this time?
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Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Dec 3, 2011 6:59:23 GMT -5
"I ain't waiting for Megatron," Slugslinger declares with a snort and a sneer as he lets his hands drop to his sides. "Like I need his permission to get mine back on a stupid truck." He looks around, bored; the fun's all over, it seems. Starscream's taking off with his snitch in tow and Duskwing isn't trying to tackle him, so Slugslinger shrugs faintly and picks a direction, turns away from Duskwing, and starts walking.
He needs to figure out how he'll revenge himself on the Seeker, too. He grins half a grin at the air in front of him.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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