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Bones
Aug 3, 2011 21:12:43 GMT -5
Post by Mirage on Aug 3, 2011 21:12:43 GMT -5
When Bambi explains- more or less- her scale for classifying age, Mirage laughs loudly and long, actually holding his side for a moment.
"Oh, dear... really, don't make me laugh so much. My side still hurts," he finally says, still chuckling as he reaches out and tries to pull the little Dinobot into a one-armed hug.
"Kup isn't old. He's ancient. Seriously, love, he's probably got parts in him older than Cybertron itself." Which... may not be that far-fetched an idea, given his home reality.
"And I," he teases, "have yet to even hit my prime years. So if I am to be deemed 'middle-aged', I am very much the lower end of the scale."
"We should schedule you another training session soon," Mirage says, shifting the subject.
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Bones
Aug 6, 2011 23:01:52 GMT -5
Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Aug 6, 2011 23:01:52 GMT -5
Bambi actually listens seriously as Mirage corrects her perceptions of age. She repeats back to him, "So you Mirage just adult? If him Kup ancient, who old?"
These are important questions!
She works on reinforcing some of the weak spots that were damaged and agrees brightly, "Yes! Skulking appropriate. Might have to spy on Nazis."
That happens to dashing archeologist-adventurers, she hears.
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Bones
Aug 7, 2011 15:06:25 GMT -5
Post by Mirage on Aug 7, 2011 15:06:25 GMT -5
"Don't call it skulking," Mirage admonishes automatically, "Skulking is for common footpads, and you are a lady." A very young lady with temper issues, but still a lady. "I am teaching you how to be discreet in your movements."
"As for your initial question- hrm. While I do not tend to think of him as so much older than myself, if we are merely looking physical age...." Mirage frowns.
"Ultra Magnus is one of the physically older among our company. Nightbeat is older, too, I think. But neither are in the antique category."
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Bones
Aug 10, 2011 21:26:04 GMT -5
Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Aug 10, 2011 21:26:04 GMT -5
Bambi stares at Mirage for a moment, and she wonders just how it is that Mirage decided she is a lady. That is a mystery! Then she shrugs and rolls with it. "Okay, me Bambi be discreet."
She tilts her head and asks, looking for confirmation, "Physical age not proper determining quality, me Bambi think. It mental age, yes?"
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Bones
Aug 13, 2011 22:02:23 GMT -5
Post by Mirage on Aug 13, 2011 22:02:23 GMT -5
Bambi had tea and cakes with Mirage a proper teahouse like a proper lady, in proper attire no less. That is better than some of the females on the Event Horizon could manage.
"Why yes," he says, slightly surprised that Bambi has made that connection so quickly, "Some might disagree, but to me, physical age has very little to do with well, one's age."
"That is, however, a perception that not everyone shares. Some do think more of the actual number. But even then- we are a very long lived people, Bambi. What to some species might be an extreme amount of time or difference is but a blink of the optic to us."
He tilts his head and gives her a questioning look, "How do you define age, Bambi?"
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Bones
Aug 14, 2011 21:30:15 GMT -5
Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Aug 14, 2011 21:30:15 GMT -5
Femme fatales are within Bambi's genre.
She looks away a bit, to consult Mirage's schematics some more and make sure she's repairing him correctly. Bambi mutters, "Me Bambi am blink."
Then she returns to start covering over some of the gaps with fresh paneling and says more loudly, "How age measured vary from culture to culture. Some count all births at new year - actual day no matter. Most go by revolutions around sun."
Bambi hasn't said how she measures age, but this non-answer is in an of itself an answer: she goes by however a society measures age when dealing with said society.
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Bones
Aug 20, 2011 14:55:01 GMT -5
Post by Mirage on Aug 20, 2011 14:55:01 GMT -5
Mirage reaches over and tries to chuck Bambi under the chin, make him look at her.
"You're not a blink. Blinks are inconsequential, almost involuntary, their influence so short as to be nonexistent."
"You, Bambi, are merely young- and far from inconsequential."
He drops his hand from her, if he had earlier succeeded in touching her.
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Bones
Aug 23, 2011 16:43:16 GMT -5
Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Aug 23, 2011 16:43:16 GMT -5
Bambi looks over at Mirage at the touch. She is, perhaps, unconvinced, but she's not protesting Mirage's assertion, at least. She mutters, "Me Bambi be sure that me not inconsequential."
Scrap her Cybertron and the Autobot Commonwealth! Bambi doesn't need them and never will. She has her research on Earth. It's important. These Autobots will send her home some day, or she'll find the path herself.
Bambi grabs a power sander to smooth over some of the filled gaps.
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Bones
Aug 26, 2011 0:03:52 GMT -5
Post by Mirage on Aug 26, 2011 0:03:52 GMT -5
Mirage reaches over and pats Bambi on the shoulder. He knows the little Dinobot is determined to make something of herself beyond a soldier in some army. For a moment, his smile turns a bit sad and wistful. If only he could promise she would do so.
"You are doing well. Thank you," he says, "Now, how else have you been keeping busy, other than upping you repair skills?"
OOC: touching w/ permission. Also, looks like we're heading to a natural fade/wrap?
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Bones
Aug 26, 2011 19:38:56 GMT -5
Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Aug 26, 2011 19:38:56 GMT -5
Bambi doesn't need promises. She has herself.
Mirage has made a mistake. He just asked a scientist to talk about her work. So Bambi does. She talks and talks and talks...
Mirage wanted to hear about pre-Devourist Pz-Zazzian pottery, right? And the difference between black figure and red figure?
OOC: Sure, fade out on Bambi babbling about her work?
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