Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Apr 18, 2012 10:52:29 GMT -5
Skylar's shrug earns one in return; Rachael made the offer, but it makes no difference to her either way if Skylar accepts it. There will still be water if she changes her mind. Rachael fills her glass from the filtered pitcher in the refrigerator and glances over her shoulder.
She is accustomed to interrogations coming with torture. This could be Skystrike, so that is hardly an option – unless this is a pretender. So Rachael must sort it out, of course, and she fixes an expectant stare on Skylar as she seats herself in the papasan.
"Sit," she says quietly and sips her water.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 21, 2012 15:43:41 GMT -5
Skylar sits down quietly after a brief, awkward pause. She doesn’t look terribly comfortable in the overstuffed chair, but she didn’t look terribly comfortable the moment she stepped into Wreckage’s territory. Even if it was with her permission.
She wasn’t entirely sure what to think about this whole ordeal. Should she have waited longer? Been more cautious? The the risk was never seeing this woman again but perhaps it would have been safer. Now she was in unfamiliar territory- and while she’s very sure Wreckage was Wreckage, there was also the unknown element of her human existence.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Apr 30, 2012 11:21:52 GMT -5
"Problem?" Skylar looks more uncomfortable than Rachael would expect of Skystrike. Perhaps it is simply because of their unfamiliar human forms. Rachael certainly had a time of adapting to it; she sequestered herself in the apartment for days, trying to learn who and what she was before she tore the entire place down in a rage. She most dislikes her emotions being so much harder to rein in, and even now, she can feel the irritation welling up at the circumstances of this meeting.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 3, 2012 9:24:32 GMT -5
“I never imagine you’d end up in... such a place,” Skylar explains hesitantly. “It is difficult to reconcile.” After a pause, she shifts in the cushy seat, looking distinctly out of place. “Have been doing well?” Living in a luxurious apartment was probably a sign pointing to 'yes'. But this was also Wreckage, and if they'd been turned human at about the same time, 'well' was probably not the choice of words she would consider describing the circumstances no matter how beautiful or comfortable they may be.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on May 15, 2012 18:00:34 GMT -5
"My occupation pays well among humans," Rachael says simply. Quite the understatement, given the exorbitant rates she can charge for snuffing out life discreetly. And there is an unsurprising number of people willing to pay for the elimination of their rivals, those who have jilted them, any reason they might have for wanting another human dead without getting their own hands dirty. They are such a petty race, and in ways Rachael does not think about, rather like Cybertronians. "It seems," she adds, "I have been performing this work for some time." Her grey eyes linger pointedly on Skylar and she asks, "You?"
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 18, 2012 10:22:12 GMT -5
Skylar is quite curious what sort of occupation would pay that much, but she doesn’t push the issue.
“Warehouse security. Pays enough,” she shrugs. The human part of her feels strangely ashamed, but Skystrike doesn’t pay it much mind. Work was work, and it was useful work even if humans didn’t seem to necessarily value it as such. “I also seem to have been doing the job for some time.”
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on May 22, 2012 18:18:55 GMT -5
"Hn." So they both remember lifetimes they have not lived? Rachael is no great mind by any stretch, but she can see how bizarre this is, that things do not match up. They had only been on Earth for a handful of weeks, then this. "And you have no idea how we came to be… this way?" she wonders, gesturing at herself and at Skylar. Of course, she has no idea. Perhaps Skystrike is similarly uncertain.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 22, 2012 18:58:13 GMT -5
“I was on rock watch and then I woke up like this,” Skylar intones softly. “There was nothing in between.” She falls silent for a moment after that, staring at the woman across her for a moment before looking away, a dark frown on her face.
“I didn’t think the problem went further than me,” and it was frightening and disconcerting how lost she’d initially felt. Something Skystrike hadn’t felt ever since the first day arriving in this universe. “Not until I saw you.”
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Post by Wreckage on May 24, 2012 15:17:21 GMT -5
"…Me," says Rachael flatly of their first encounter. What Skylar describes matches well with how Wreckage suddenly awoke as Rachael, with an entire new lifetime in her head but no idea how she came to be in this predicament. She frowns where she should be growling because her human body lacks the parts to give her displeasure a proper voice.
She finds she misses having a power plant.
"Stay here," she says abruptly, setting down her glass and staring at Skylar with intent. "With me. We can… coordinate, look for the others. If they are out there." And keep tabs on one another.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 26, 2012 10:57:39 GMT -5
“That would be tactically sound,” Skylar agrees straightening up in her seat and slipping into full soldier mode. Her human side objects immediately, but she promptly smothers it. They were Decepticon soldiers caught in a very bizarre predicament, not humans even if human propriety was constantly nagging at her in the back of her mind.
“I will need a few days to conclude the paperwork with my current residence but that aside, I do not have much to move.” All her clothes fit into one rucksack and it was easy enough to buy another bag for any important official documents. Her roommate could keep the food, bed and TV. Skylar makes a note to buy a sleeping bag as well; she doesn’t want to intrude on Wreckage’s space anymore than she needs to.
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 5, 2012 20:07:35 GMT -5
"Good," Rachael says, nodding. She is not a strategist, but she at least knows how to operate in a team. And with Skystrike here, she will have a team.
OOC: Timeskip to the move-in, or a fade/wrap soonish?
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jun 13, 2012 14:43:21 GMT -5
OOC: Time skip!
All of Skylar’s belongings fit neatly into corner of the room. She contemplates buying some fabric to cover it so that the white cardboard didn’t look so obvious, but for the time being she folds up the new sleeping bag and places it on top.
Her roommate had been rather surprised by the suddenness of the move although most complaints had been curbed by the offer of a new roommate. One of the warehouse workers had been looking for someplace closer to work and Skylar had contacted the woman before starting on the paperwork. The paperwork had taken longer to go through she’d thought it would and in the end the actual move took a day more than she thought it would.
Hassle aside, it was quite worth it. Now she was in close contact with a fellow soldier and that made things somewhat easier. What they needed to do now was just setup some sort of action plan and see what they could find out about their situation- or find anyone else suffering from this affliction as well.
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 16, 2012 15:45:04 GMT -5
Now, Rachael refuses to have Skylar simply tucking her things into a corner. She sets aside one of the two rather ample closets for Skylar's belongings, as she finds her own belongings hardly need so much space as her human self seems to give them, and she had a new bed ordered and brought in, as Skylar clearly requires somewhere adequate to sleep.
Part of Rachael is irritated that she seems to enjoy all the planning of settling things in place. Nothing more than a strange, human attachment as far as she is concerned. Most of her, however, enjoys it. Especially the newly elaborate meal planning.
"What would you like for dinner?" she asks, looking up from her list of delivery services and the restaurants that use them.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jun 21, 2012 15:17:09 GMT -5
Skylar is horribly, horribly mortified about the amount of preparation that Rachael was going through to settle her in. She wasn’t ungrateful, of course not, but room moves were never quite this fussy. She thought it’d have been the end of it with just the boxes but apparently not. Why did human life have to be so complicated?
It was going to take a good long while before Skylar would cease being so awkward around the place. She didn’t dare touch anything without asking and when she did, she treated the items as if they were they were someone’s personality chip.
She looks around when Rachael asks her what she wants for dinner, mentally checking the balance in her bank account, judging the amount required for food for the rest of the day and month. “... Anything under ten dollars. Preferably with some form of meat.”
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 23, 2012 12:32:51 GMT -5
For a long, long moment, Rachael says nothing, nor does she move. She stares at Skylar, expression flatly unimpressed, then one eyebrow quirks upward slightly at the end. She makes a point of looking slowly through her folder of menus.
"I will pay for the food," she says as if that should have been obvious. "Would you prefer Chinese, French, German, Italian, Japanese fusion, Mexican, Vietnamese…" with other options besides. The human self's fascination with fine dining has intruded on the robot self to the point that Wreckage finds the variety in cuisine interesting rather than bemusing.
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