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Post by Swerve on Nov 17, 2011 23:21:23 GMT -5
Swerve makes a disgusted, exasperated noise at Skyblast and shoves himself away from the table to stand.
"Whatever," he says, ratcheting a couple notches past irritated. He glowers down at Skyblast. "If you want me to try building a mould based on what I remember, fragging say so." He jabs his finger at Skyblast with the last two words for extra emphasis. "I can't blasted well read minds."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Nov 18, 2011 12:51:30 GMT -5
"Yes!" Skyblast exclaims, throwing his hands in the air, wings flicking.
Communication, why is it so hard?
"I'll do whatever I can to help, but... remember. I'm a fighter jock."
Later, when they realise that this whole Omnicon process requires installing stuff in someone, Skyblast may regret that offer.
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Post by Swerve on Nov 18, 2011 13:52:21 GMT -5
"You wanna help," Swerve grumbles as he turns to leave, because why not get to work straightaway while it's fresh on his mind, "you bug somebody to mix up the energon. I'll stick to what I know." And unless Skyblast has something more to say, Swerve is going to vanish into engineering for a while. He has completely forgotten about his drink.
OOC: Timeskip?
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Nov 18, 2011 14:43:57 GMT -5
Later, Skyblast returns with someone who can address the energon issue!
Okay, so Skyblast just rummaged through the labs, decided that Pincher didn't look busy enough, picked him up, and carried him here.
This is what Pincher gets for having a fun size Pretender shell.
OOC: Manhandling of Pincher done with permission, because, uh, I play both of them?
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Nov 18, 2011 14:46:25 GMT -5
Pincher has a habit of staying in his small shell if he doesn't need to be normal sized, because it is more fuel efficient. Now he has discovered the drawback: he's portable.
He looks a bit bewildered when Skyblast sets him down in front of Swerve, rather like someone hit him between the eyes. Pincher is also terribly dressed. No two pieces of his clothing match.
Finally, he ventures, "Uhm. Good cycle. Someone wanted something about energon?"
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Post by Swerve on Nov 18, 2011 15:29:44 GMT -5
Swerve doesn't even look up when Skyblast enters; he's tweaking a piece that looks like it could be the beginnings of a new coolant system and, uncharacteristically, has his back to the doorway. On the counter a few feet to his left is a much bulkier, clunkier object with a small access hole on the tip of one point – it has five such points, arrayed along the circumference in a rough star shape – currently sealed shut. Swerve seems too engrossed in his work to notice Skyblast at all.
Until he abruptly has an obnoxiously cheery jet on one side and a… Nebulan? In front of him. Swerve blinks almost owlishly, gold eyes dimming to dull bronze yellow and back, then scowls and peers sidelong at Skyblast.
"When did you get one of those Nebulan things?" he asks. He's seen Blurr's little partner out and about, and assumes this is another of Haywire's type. He can't make the leap of imagination that would put a human aboard the Autobots' ship.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Nov 18, 2011 19:01:38 GMT -5
Skyblast breaks down laughing. He actually rolls around a bit on the floor. Finally, he hefts himself back up to standing and wheezes, "A hoo hoo hoo... no." He snaps his fingers. "No. I would find a much better looking Nebulan. And this isn't even a Nebulan, anyway."
He decides to let Pincher introduce himself.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Nov 18, 2011 19:04:28 GMT -5
"I am Pincher. I am an Autobot. I work in chemical engineering," Pincher explains quietly and a bit miserably.
He feels like he should know who Swerve is, but given that Pincher is a shy laboratory shut-in, he has... not even gotten around to introducing himself to the other laboratory shut-ins. He feels a bit guilty about that.
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Post by Swerve on Nov 18, 2011 23:12:43 GMT -5
Skyblast's laughing fit earns a spate of cursing in that Velocitronian underground cant Swerve doesn't often use these days. He'd kick the blasted jet if he was a little more irritated. Fortunately, he's too off-guard with Pincher's introduction to do Skyblast any more harm than a glare. He turns away, disgusted, then leans in close to the not-Nebulan, his frown more befuddlement than anger.
"Haven't seen you around," he says. "You always this… little?" He gestures, hands held apart vertically with the palms facing each other, to illustrate the chemist's lack of stature. If Pincher always runs around like this, it certainly explains why Swerve hasn't noticed him.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Nov 19, 2011 10:01:59 GMT -5
Skyblast just shucks the curses like rainwater off a duck. Some find it hard to understand how truly awesome Skyblast is. He knows it's not his fault; it's theirs.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Nov 19, 2011 10:07:26 GMT -5
"Not always but often. This form is more fuel efficient than my full manifest," Pincher explains to Swerve, and he thinks silently, And somewhat less likely to induce screaming.
The fact is, Pincher is not as weird-looking as he thinks he is, especially not here, but old habits are hard to break.
Pincher climbs up a table leg and onto the table to take a look at the mould on which Swerve is working, openly curious.
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Post by Swerve on Nov 19, 2011 20:49:21 GMT -5
"Oh." Swerve lets Pincher climb and does nothing to help because if Pincher wants help, clearly he'd say so. "Don't come crying to me if you're wandering around and I kick you 'cause you're running around being too fragging short," he grumbles. Then he goes on, just as gruffly, "The mould should work fine unless you put acid in it. And if you put acid in it, I'm beating in your face with the casing." He then turns back to the piece of machinery on his table, but watches Pincher from the corners of his eyes.
Skyblast can go preen himself in the Event Horizon's engine wash for all he cares.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Dec 1, 2011 23:39:07 GMT -5
Skyblast is somewhat uncertain how Pincher is going to react to Swerve's... uh... unbridled aggression? It's not like he knows Pincher!
But they're all Autobots here, right?
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Dec 1, 2011 23:58:14 GMT -5
"I would not like to be kicked," Pincher says softly. "Discriminating based on height is not very fair."
He splits his shell and lets his robot form emerge, stinking of acetic acid and serrated claws clicking. The clicking is a nervous habit. A nervous scorpion is not necessarily a good thing.
Pincher says mournfully, "I do other things than acid, you know."
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Post by Swerve on Dec 2, 2011 14:55:33 GMT -5
Swerve is given to understand that he's in the right place, as far as the people around him and the emblem on his back. He's probably still far too rough around the edges, but smoothing out the rough edges is one of his specialities. Usually.
He's still trying to figure out how to apply his tools to his personality.
"See," he practically barks once Pincher ditches the– Wait, Pincher just took off the Nebulan skin like a suit. Swerve stares not at the chemist, but at the shell. Then his gaze gradually slides over to Pincher, whom he fixes with a scathing look. "No," he says, "I don't know, 'cause it isn't like I've ever fragging talked to you before." He picks up the mould and holds it out for Pincher's inspection. "Like I said, it should hold up unless you put some serious effort into slagging it." For a moment he says nothing more and looks about to turn back to his other project, but then he stops and frowns, adding, "Uh… you're the guy this cloud-jockey got to mix up the energon, right?"
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