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Post by Holi on Oct 3, 2011 20:22:17 GMT -5
Dr. Suzuki would appreciate not being shoved down the stairs. The hardest part would be explaining it to her husband. Oh, I'm fine. I just avoided death by alien robot because I tumbled down the side of an Incan pyramid, that's all. He'd worry so much.
Awkwardly, when advised – and the red robot seems quite sincere in his concern – she shimmies down several steps while the jet robot takes it a little further, quite literally. She'd much rather be asking the robots every last question bubbling up in her mind, but even she isn't oblivious to the tension in the air. She and Dr. Hoffman appear to have stumbled into the middle of something.
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Post by Frenzy on Oct 3, 2011 20:46:15 GMT -5
Dr. Suzuki telling her husband about this will probably lead to grand times! If 'grand times' means 'interviews with Sector Seven' or whatever it is they do when people who aren't Spike Witwicky and friends have close encounters of the third kind. There will be no having close encounters of the fourth kind while Dr. Hoffman is around.She follows Dr. Suzuki down a few steps, more resolutely. Then the winged fellow flies off down to the bottom of the pyramid after acting like a grad student whose mother is paying for all his grades. Great. Now they are between the robots. Dr. Hoffman is very much Not Excited by this. Surreptitiously, she tries to herd Dr. Suzuki a bit to the side just so they aren't directly between the robots. "Remind me to give the Peruvian officials a stern talking-to."
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Oct 8, 2011 19:34:58 GMT -5
"Dinobot is never lost. Dinobot is always where Dinobot means to be," Bambi growls.
She looks down at Duskwing, who is now not on anything particulaely valuable, and then she looks back up at Rodimus Prime. Bambi suggests, "Throw me Bambi at him Duskwing!"
Bambi is making the worst impression ever on Dr. Hoffman, she's sure.
OOC: Rodimus Prime has permission to pick up and fling Bambi at Duskwing as hard as he likes if he so chooses. Treat Bambi as a spiked ball for purpose of impact. :v
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 8, 2011 22:49:19 GMT -5
Rodimus, too, is all too aware that the humans are currently between him and the Decepticon, as as Hoffman tries to herd Suzuki in one direction, he starts to circle in another, moving further toward the side. He won't try to get in front of the humans, as much as instinct tells him to, because that means that any shot that misses him has a better chance of hitting one of them, but he certainly doesn't want any shots aimed for him to have a chance of hitting them on the way over.
He scoops Bambi up, checks to make sure the humans are no longer in the direct line of fire, and grins mischievously. "Hey, Duskwing, sounds like you've got a lot to talk over with her. Why don't you two settle the matter face to face?" And with that, he hurls the Dinobot in Duskwing's direction.
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Post by Crankcase on Oct 9, 2011 20:53:19 GMT -5
While Duskwing draws the Autobots to one side of the pyramid, Crankcase ascends the other with swift, bounding strides, taking several steps at once. His steps scrape very faintly on the stone and little more; only tiny fragments and pebbles break away under his claws. He would be a little more cautious, but he doesn't want to waste the time Duskwing buys.
//Entering,// he relays to the Seeker over shortwave, a shadow sliding into the shadows of the temple. He pauses briefly in the antechamber, long enough to sweep the room – larger than he expected of human architecture, at least – for targets or possible assailants. It seems they're all outside paying attention to Duskwing, so Crankcase moves on, quick but not hurried. Rushing too much invites mistakes. He has a crystal to find, if it is indeed here.
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Post by Zippo on Oct 10, 2011 19:11:59 GMT -5
To Rodimus only // You two seem to have everything well in control, want me to head back in and keep looking before I say something to aggravate Bambi even more?// Because really, Bambi as a wrecking ball? Thats just downright scary.
Zippo had no real passing desire to play with Duskwing or the humans in any way whatsoever; searching human temples possible trinkets of unknown power was both safer and infinitely more interesting.
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Post by Duskwing on Oct 14, 2011 16:59:45 GMT -5
"Oh, scraplets!" Duskwing tries to dodge the Fastball Special coming his way-- but his wings are much too wide to move that far that fast. A spiky ball of robot-raptor clips the tip of his wing, bending it yet again. Human brawlers and boxers get cauliflower ears; Duskwing seems to aim for cauliflower wingtips.
He backpeddles frantically--no flaming hammers in the face for him, no siree! "'Kay, okay, I got it, you ain't lost and you don't wanna and I sure the slag ain't gonna make you!"
Why yes, Duskwing is scared of an angry micro-Dinobot that might swing a flaming hammer. Why do you ask? Then there's facing Rodimus-Freaking Prime when he's all by himself out front and center. (Crankcase doesn't count when he's hidden away in a temple. Duskwing can't hide behind him right now).
"See what I said?" he yells up at the humans. "Dese guys is dangerous!"
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Post by Holi on Oct 16, 2011 10:19:48 GMT -5
"Oh! Oh, of course," says Dr. Suzuki while making no effort whatsoever to prevent being herded away from the direct line of fire. She helps, in fact, and doesn't even try to be discreet about the movement. She is considerably more careful about her over-the-shoulder aside to Dr. Hoffman. "I don't know what to think about this," she murmurs very very quietly so hopefully only her colleague will hear – do the robots have superior hearing? She so hopes not, "but it seems as if the jet one… might have a point."
To wit, the robot dinosaur hurtling over their heads. There are prior grievances at work, to judge by the trend of the conversation, but really? She frowns that stubborn little frown of hers and adjusts her glasses. She doesn't try to approach, so she hopes her voice will carry.
"Excuse me!" she shouts up to the oddly familiar red robot, Zeus on Olympus slinging vengeful thunderbolts to the land below – or Indra striking against an imprudent Asura bold enough to challenge him? "Excuse me!" Dr. Suzuki repeats, somewhat indignant but mostly puzzled, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Do you really need to do this here?" Priceless, irreplaceable structures, artefacts, human lives….
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Post by Frenzy on Oct 16, 2011 12:17:30 GMT -5
"Just a bit of one," Dr. Hoffman replies, her lips barely moving. Ow. Dinosaur to the wingtip. That looks painful. The human tendency to sympathize with the underdog is making her heart go out to the winged fellow. She stomps down on any urges to act on it, though.
Dr. Suzuki asks the most important question! This is why Dr. Hoffman puts up with her. That, and her obsessive attention to detail. Apparently it's easy to miss signs of aliens if you don't look closely.
The thought instinctively makes Dr. Hoffman roll her eyes. Then she cups her hands around her mouth to yell up at Rodimus. "The answer is no, by the way!"
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Oct 18, 2011 21:49:54 GMT -5
The thing about having a counter-stealth expert is that the counter-stealth expert is useless if she would rather pretend to be a wrecking ball than listen for infiltrators. She bounces off Duskwing, lands on her feet, killer-claws flexing, and demands, "You Seeker put hands in air and tell us where him Shockwave hiding! Or me Bambi donate you to Forgotten Books."
This is clearly a dire threat, being donated to a publishing company of crackpot books. What woe Duskwing's life would be, being forced to fly silly executives from place to place.
There is indeed a Crystal of Power for Crankcase to find. It is big and green and glowy.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 19, 2011 23:08:42 GMT -5
All right, maybe that wasn't the brightest thing Rodimus has ever done. The sometimes reckless Prime generally acts on instinct, and while his instincts are usually good, occasionally... not so much.
He looks down at the humans and nods. "You're right." He hesitates and adds, "I'm, er, sorry about that." For his own part, he continues to move down the side of the temple. This move takes him nearer to Duskwing, but that's less the point than the fact that it takes him farther away from both the temple and the humans. "Bambi, let's try to draw him off. Zippo, go ahead, but be careful. Let's avoid damage as much as possible here."
He doesn't actually address Duskwing at just this moment. Bambi's question is good enough, though Rodimus has his doubts that they'll be able to get any useful out of the dimwitted Seeker.
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Post by Crankcase on Oct 20, 2011 14:05:34 GMT -5
Interesting, thinks Crankcase as he pauses behind the cover of a pillar to check the path ahead, how this temple is built with such enclosed indoor spaces that are still so riddled with outdoor light. Staying to the dimness and the shadows is like a tense, difficult dance, brief moments of filtered sun sliding over his plating in warm caresses and being absorbed as he searches for the stairwell or shaft that will lead him into the bowels of the pyramid. No glint of brightness flickers off his bevelled edges, coated in grime and oil, dimmed by dust; his steps are cautious and quick.
And there, across the next room, hidden behind a long-abandoned altar in an alcove that through clever construction he hadn't seen from another angle, a doorway. A stairwell. He darts across the intervening space, behind the altar – clipping a corner of it in the process, and silently cursing himself for it – and the blackness swallows him up. He treads carefully here – not in fear of the dark, but he doesn't know if there are traps or a waiting ambush. He feels a small flutter near his core. Wish Crowbar was here. He doesn't know that he can count on Duskwing for backup in a pinch; the jet's busy getting into a shouting match as far as Crankcase can tell, and not much else. He might as well be working this one solo.
//Found a way down,// he reports to Duskwing anyway. They are stil, technically, a team in this. //Keep stalling.//
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Post by Zippo on Oct 21, 2011 14:12:11 GMT -5
Zippo cringed as Rodimus gave his permission for the maximal to go all scouty not over the radio but vocally. The little flier was still pretending to be the element of surprise and now Duskwing may have registered there was a third to the Autobot party. But with the Seeker somewhat otherwise engaged, Zippo maintained some hope.
And be careful? Ok sure, his mouth needed some work but he was the last one anyone would catch being clumsy, Zippo felt insulted. He floated on his vtols back into the temple in a huff. As far as Huffs went, it wasn’t a biggie but Zippo was determined to find the magical spacerock or whatever the object of power was before anyone else and prove his worth.
He went from room to room, keeping near the ceiling so as to kick up minimal dust from his flight. He whispered to himself, “Now if I was an unidentified source of energy readings, where would I have hidden myself…or have myself hidden by careful human hands hmmm?” This is not the best example of Zippo’s psychological analysis when the subject likely had zero thoughts at all. Zippo examined the explored temple so far with the skilled eye of someone who really didn’t know what they were doing but made a good show of it. He spotted one possibility, “Now Mr Altar? How cliché are we feeling today?” He flew down with the idea of searching the back of the altar but hey, doorway! “Bingo!”
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Post by Duskwing on Oct 22, 2011 12:40:11 GMT -5
Duskwing does hear Dr. Hoffman's and Dr. Suzuki's shouting, though not, of course, their quiet conversation as he dances aside from Bambi. He's probably careless about where he's stepping--if there's any equipment or uninhabited base camp tents right at the foot of the pyramid, it may get crushed underfoot.
"Yeah! Like dey said," Duskwing yells up at Rodimus, "you shouldn't oughta be here! So go 'way!" He flexes his wings indignantly--and catches a stray name on the breeze. "What's a Zippo, anyway?" he asks in much the same tone Gollum asked Sam 'What's taters?'
// Crankcase, // he radios on the Decepticon band, // Dere's an extra Bot around heres somewhere, name of Zippo. Didn't see him, so he might be hiding up dere or something. Watch your back. And I'm got way too much of their attention right now--youse try yellin' down a freakin' Prime! //
He freezes as Bambi threatens him with the weirdest threat he's ever heard--and the malingering, moronic grunt has heard a lot of threats in his long lifetime.
He stares blankly at the tiny Dinobot, his face twisted up into a puzzled scowl. After some time, he finally gets out, "Bwuh? Huh?"
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Post by Holi on Oct 23, 2011 20:41:05 GMT -5
Dr. Suzuki watches her little study outpost, full of books and reports, painstakingly compiled images of murals and reliefs from the world over depicting the startlingly similar tales that she felt supported her theory on alien influences to Earth cultures, crushed and scattered under the jet's feet. She watches like he's just kicked her puppy.
"My work!" she wails in disbelief. For the moment, the fight going on around her is forgotten.
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