Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Nov 21, 2011 7:42:31 GMT -5
OOC: Month 3 Week 4 Day 1. Semi-private. Mention of Wreckage's involvement with player permission.
"All I fragging well said was she has nice canards! I don't see what the problem is!"
If Slugslinger's being honest – not that he ever really is – he can't see much of anything particularly well at the moment, and in fact his left optical cluster is only not on the deck because he's covering half of his face with his hand. It's probably why his face isn't just hanging off by a few wires, given how hard Wreckage punched him. He'd expected a reaction, sure, but the big guy was such a stoic that Slugslinger hadn't quite calculated for a blowup of this magnitude. Just one of the risks of the business, he supposes, but he could do without the splitting headache. He makes a note to stay clear of the topic of Skystrike unless he's well clear of Wreckage's strike zone in the future.
"Who knew he was that touchy about her?" Slugslinger goes on grumping. "For scrap sakes, he damn near knocked my CPU clean outta my head. Remind me to write him up for this." He leans a little more heavily on his companion as his conflicting, scrambled visual feeds make his head swim for a moment.
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Nov 21, 2011 11:54:53 GMT -5
Lyzack did not step in when Slugslinger and Wreckage had their... fight, if it could be called that. She would not want to steal Slugslinger's glory (and she would not want to be mauled by Wreckage). Now, however, Lyzack lets him lean on her as she walks him towards the medical ward, because he is an injured officer, and she owes him what support she can offer.
She decides that his first statement is rhetorical. Lyzack thinks what he said was rather... crude. However, it is not her place to correct an officer.
As to his last statement, that he wishes to be reminded to write up Wreckage, Lyzack says quietly, "It shall be done, sir," and it will. Slugslinger will find a reminder on his desk at the start of the next day. It is clear to Lyzack that the Air Commander cannot handle Wreckage in a straight fight while stuck in the hallways. Now, perhaps the Air Commander could handle Wreckage if there was open sky, but there isn't. So it is clear why he must take an indirect approach here.
When he leans more heavily on her, she slows her pace and gives Slugslinger a genuine concerned look.
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Post by Slugslinger on Nov 22, 2011 8:43:56 GMT -5
That look of concern is missed for the moment; Slugslinger's too busy trying to justify the rotated, staticky, off-hue feed from his left optic with the less jarred view from his right. And marvelling, privately, that Lyzack takes him the least bit seriously on that reminder. His already twisted mouth conceals his genuine grimace at the little needles of pain stabbing through his head as he forces his stare in her direction.
"Well… good," he says in a slow, awkward, puzzled way, as if he can't really believe she just said that. After all, who really takes him seriously as the Air Commander? She's a trusting sort, he thinks. "What are you, some kinda secretary?" he wonders even though he already knows the answer. He isn't stupid, but he still can't fathom how there are Decepticons who don't fight. Such a thing is alien in his own reality. He silently shrugs off the contemplation for now and nudges his left optic to reseat it; sparks result. Okay, bad idea. He leaves it be.
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Nov 22, 2011 13:52:11 GMT -5
"Perhaps, sir, your energies would be better spent spilling C - er, Autobot fuel," Lyzack says mildly, in a vain attempt to get Slugslinger to stop picking at his wounds. He's not a medic. He needs to cut that out.
Then she clarifies, "My service was under Esmeral, looking after the Dinoforce's creations."
So, no, she's not a secretary. She's a babysitter. An assistant babysitter.
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Post by Slugslinger on Nov 25, 2011 11:31:07 GMT -5
"D'you see any Autobots around here?" demands Slugslinger, ramping up the belligerence for full effect and glowering at Lyzack. He's kind of curious to how she'll react. For a lion, she's so… mousy. "Believe you me, I'd waste any I saw, I'm so ticked off. That stupid tank–!" Though he does wonder, while he fights the urge to again try putting his eye back into place, if Wreckage is really all that stupid. But suspecting ulterior motives is just in his nature; after all, he does it, so why wouldn't everybody else? Lyzack probably puts on the demure airs to lull those around her into a false sense of security before she brutally murders them.
…Which is actually pretty brilliant. He changes the subject a little as if coming up to a corner is his cue and forces both sides of his mouth – his left is actually more uncooperative than the right for once – into a boorish and haughty smirk.
"Bet you've killed plenty of Autobots yourself, huh?" he says, giving her an appraising look and canting his vanes forward in a gesture of curiosity. He makes the question sound mocking and sincere all at once. After all, she's a Decepticon flier, and surely no Decepticon would entrust anything of value to somebody too pathetic to guard it. But she did get put on guard duty.
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Nov 25, 2011 21:23:35 GMT -5
Lyzack's wings flick down, making her look smaller. She does not correct Slugslinger and tell him that she meant he should save his fighting spirit for later. She does not correct him that Wreckage is an APC, not a tank.
He is, however, poking her, and she replies softly, "Leozack had the pleasure of directly engaging the enemy."
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Post by Slugslinger on Nov 30, 2011 7:36:49 GMT -5
Similar-but-different name Slugslinger wasn't expecting. He blinks, slowly – first the right, then the left in a flickering echo – and his stride slows. He's picturing a more warlike Lyzack, really, and he wonders why this is the one that had to show up instead.
"Leozack?" he repeats. He nearly trips over his own foot as he wobbles to a stop. Perhaps he should shut up and just walk, given how violently his head hurts, but he can't give up this chance to poke somebody who seems too meek to punch him for it, and he especially can't not needle Lyzack after the encounter with Wreckage went so awry. "What, you have a sister?"
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Dec 3, 2011 0:01:45 GMT -5
"A brother," Lyzack corrects.
When Slugslinger nearly trips, she again looks concerned and slows her pace.
Slugslinger wouldn't like it much if Leozack showed up. Leozack's not fond of schmucks.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Dec 4, 2011 10:31:12 GMT -5
"Oh." Slugslinger just hears Lyzack over the whining, ringing noise beginning to build behind his optics. He shakes his head, but it doesn't clear out the pressure or the racket. That can't be a good sign. He flicks his free hand to gesture them both forward and urges his legs into coordination. "I need… go," he mumbles with some urgency, grimacing. He'll have to poke more later.
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Post by Lyzack on Dec 5, 2011 19:25:38 GMT -5
Lyzack offers, tone entirely deferential, "Would you wish to be carried, sir?" and she holds out her arms to take Slugslinger up in a princess carry if he will let her.
The mech looks like he's going to fall over. Carrying him has to be faster, and she won't toss him over her shoulder in undignified fashion, like a sack. Lyzack is built stronger than she looks; carrying Slugslinger shouldn't be a problem.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Dec 11, 2011 10:05:54 GMT -5
Carried? Does he want to be carried? Slugslinger fixes her with a look, wondering whatever possessed her to make that offer. She looks sturdy enough, as it seems most plane-builds from her neck of reality do, so he doesn't really doubt that she can. He just wonders what her motivation is; he's hardly the most popular Decepticon aboard and nobody, but nobody, does anything just to lend him a hand.
But he could at least see where this goes. It isn't like he can't just shoot her or something if she pulls a Wreckage. And hey, maybe he'll look even worse and this will speed up his becoming not-an-officer.
"Fine," he groans in a long-suffering tone, as if it's a blow to his pride to allow this sorry turn of events.
OOC: Lyzack is free to manhandle Slugslinger as needed!
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Post by Lyzack on Dec 11, 2011 11:16:36 GMT -5
Lyzack is conspicuously gentle in picking up Slugslinger, and she does her very best to be dignified about it, so that his pride will not suffer over much.
She's still carrying him like she's Prince Charming and he's a princess, though, and her grip, while not hard, is firm. Lyzack could, if she so chose, make that grip harder, and she could probably hurt Slugslinger. Instead, she just takes small steps, so she does not jostle him much.
Soon, Lyzack finds the medical ward empty, at least for the moment. She stares around with her wide optics and tries to decide on what berth to place Slugslinger. She is no medic, so she asks, "Sir? Where do you wish to be placed?"
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Dec 12, 2011 7:33:51 GMT -5
The care Lyzack takes in his transport is very conspicuous indeed, and the whole way to medical, Slugslinger is forced to wonder – between fits of wanting to shove his face back into order and reminding himself not to poke it lest he do even more damage – just what her game is. The sweet and innocent act has to be an act.
That it might not be an act is almost incomprehensible, and far, far too intriguing.
"Just pick one," he grumbles, remembering his role as the disgruntled, pride-bruised officer in spite of having his arm around her shoulders. In case she decides to drop him, he can at least drag her down with him. "I don't care." The sooner she puts him down, he says without saying, the happier he'll be.
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Post by Lyzack on Dec 12, 2011 14:22:43 GMT -5
Lyzack settles Slugslinger down on the third largest open berth in the medical bay. He is the Air Commander, under Starscream and Scourge. Clearly, the two largest berths should be reserved for Starscream and Scourge, so Slugslinger gets stuck with third.
This is how her logic works.
She fusses over him a bit, making sure that he looks as comfortable as a robot with half his face falling out of his head can be and inquires anxiously, "Is this acceptable, sir?"
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Dec 18, 2011 9:59:41 GMT -5
Slugslinger would've picked the largest berth solely to aggravate somebody who felt they deserved it, but this one isn't unacceptable. While he's amused, privately, at how much she dithers over him, he scowls and grumbles irritably, and flicks his hand at her in an irritable fashion.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," he snaps. "Go find me a medic already, unless you plan on fixing this." A couple of embers arc from his face with the pop of a damaged wire contacting bare metal.
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