Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jan 6, 2012 21:39:39 GMT -5
Skyblast continues to be shut up, though he crosses his arm and taps his foot faintly.
Skippable.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Jan 6, 2012 21:58:03 GMT -5
"I can explain -" Pincher starts to say, because he can!
Every molecule needs to be exactly in place to put a compressed energon weapon inside a little star. That is a very difficult calculation!
But Pincher can see that Swerve is busy and this is maybe not the time.
"...would you like assistance?" Pincher inquires timidly. He just can't help himself.
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Post by Swerve on Jan 7, 2012 20:34:09 GMT -5
"No," Swerve answers abruptly and automatically as he sits back down. He never likes help; getting used to it is a slow process even if he accepts that sometimes it might be necessary. He doesn't think now is one of those times. "No, I wouldn't fragging like any help. And what's your problem?" he adds, glaring at Skyblast. "You want this, you're gonna have to blasted well be patient. …Can't believe I just said that," he adds mostly to himself.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Jan 15, 2012 20:12:27 GMT -5
"My problem is that Shockwave may or may not have tinkered with my aggression subroutines without my knowledge, making me more likely to lash out in anger at inappropriate points in time and more inclined to favour violent conquest of the universe," Pincher answers honestly, innocently, and completely. "You may feel free to sedate me if you think I have crossed a line."
That said, Pincher tries to edge out of the room, off to go hide in a laboratory and work on his real job until this project resumes.
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Post by Swerve on Jan 17, 2012 22:35:04 GMT -5
Swerve just sort of stares, baffled, as Pincher answers his question instead of Skyblast.
"If I sedate you," he says, "it's gonna be with a fist in the face for the crazy talk." He picks up his tools, then pauses and adds, far more vehemently than the gruff tone he gave Pincher, "And then I'll kick in Shockwave's face for screwin' with you." He makes no attempt to stop either of the others from leaving, though he isn't chasing them out, either.
OOC: Headed to another timeskip?
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Jan 19, 2012 11:41:01 GMT -5
Of course Pincher assumed that Swerve was talking about him. There is actually something very wrong with Pincher.
He decides that Swerve is far too angry for his own good, and he frets.
Later...
Pincher checks back in with Swerve on this side project. He is also hauling a box of... scented candles. He's a chemical engineer. Banging out scented candles is not a hard thing for him. This is the sort of thing that Pincher could do while knocked out cold. They are various soothing scents, such as fresh asphalt and new wax. He offers timidly, "These are, ah, for you," and gestures at the box of candles with a claw.
Maybe soothing candles will help Swerve calm down a bit. Pincher is seriously worried that Swerve is going to blow a gasket or something. Pincher would hate for that to happen to a fellow Autobot.
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jan 19, 2012 11:42:08 GMT -5
Of course Skyblast assumed that Swerve was talking about Pincher. There is nothing wrong with Skyblast.
He shows up after Pincher does, and he eyes the candles askance.
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Post by Swerve on Jan 20, 2012 12:44:26 GMT -5
Swerve is fully dressed this time around and all his parts are in order. No naked gears for Skyblast to ogle. Swerve is also occupied with cursing at the machine press while it makes a forlorn beeping sound as he is busy with rather fine solder work on a small replica of the mould he'd initially bashed together. It certainly looks small enough to fit inside a body of roughly Minibot proportion without trouble.
"Gimme ten more seconds ya glitch-riddled, haphazard slab of tin!" he bellows – completely unnecessarily – over his shoulder at it, drowning out Pincher at the same time. The press ignores him, carrying on its plaintive noise as if trying to annoy him into stopping what he's doing and instead pulling the finished piece off its work deck. He scowls and ignores it in turn to finish the last of the almost delicate solder points. Only when those are done does he look at his visitors as he moves to stand… and then stops, staring at the box. "What?" he asks. He didn't really hear Pincher the first time, after all.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Jan 20, 2012 13:18:53 GMT -5
Pincher talks to inanimate objects all the time, so he doesn't see anything particularly odd in Swerve doing so. Shouting at the inanimate object is... perhaps a bit harsh, and Pincher does not think that is good for Swerve's hydraulic pressure, but maybe he shouldn't judge.
Pincher assumes that Swerve just wants a more thorough explanation, "They are solid blocks or cylinders - cylinders, in this case - of wax with an embedded wick, which is lit to provide light, and sometimes heat. The wax is impregnated with different scents intended to provide a calming effect, like fresh asphalt and new polish, and the wicks burn various colours, such as a sunny yellow or a cool blue. They can also be used for aesthetic purposes, as in decoration. I made them for you."
He looks over the downsized mould with interest.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jan 20, 2012 13:22:14 GMT -5
Skyblast is still not sure about this whole 'shove the mould inside him' idea they have going on here. But it's not like he's scared.
So of course he'll do it.
Skyblast says sweetly, "And good morning to you, too, hot wheels," rolling his optics over Swerve being... Swerve.
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Post by Swerve on Jan 24, 2012 0:02:28 GMT -5
Pincher has just caught Swerve flat-footed. The racer stares, baffled and speechless, work forgotten for the moment. His gaze shifts from Pincher's face to the box in his arms, trying to decide if he thinks this is a joke or if he's taking the gift at face value.
He isn't used to getting gifts.
"Go get a bird stuck in your intake," he grumbles, focusing on Skyblast to stifle his discomfiture. He waves Pincher to another table and adds, "Set 'em there. I'll, uh. I'll look at 'em later." One hand hovers near the redesigned mould in an almost proprietary fashion. "Had to make a few changes to how it works since it wasn't supposed to operate this way. Should be plenty efficient once it's hooked in properly. Compact enough it should fit wherever you wanna put it, and lightweight, too." Lightweight is important to a racer like him; he figures it's probably important to somebody who has to stay in the air.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Jan 25, 2012 13:12:39 GMT -5
"Swerve has made his lack of interest clear. If he changes his mind, I am sure he will tell you. It isn't nice to keep heckling him," Pincher says to Skyblast, optics narrowed.
He puts the candles down on the indicated table.
"Skyblast has some free space in his chest behind his spark chamber. I was thinking there," Pincher suggests.
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jan 25, 2012 13:16:48 GMT -5
Skyblast stares at Pincher. What's it to him? Him and his stupid trendy candles.
Behind his spark chamber? Now this is just nerd revenge on the fighter jock, Skyblast is sure.
He snorts derisively. "The bird would be so lucky."
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Post by Swerve on Jan 26, 2012 2:31:38 GMT -5
Swerve draws the line at Pincher stepping up for him like that. He can handle himself just fine against the cocky little crop duster and he scowls at them both.
"I'll install it where it looks like it'll work best," he mutters. "If I can fit it past his slaggin' ego."
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Jan 26, 2012 12:15:44 GMT -5
Pincher takes a step back over the scowl, and his claws click together nervously. He wonders, what has he done wrong now?
But he explains, "I was thinking behind the spark chamber would be optimal because of the high density of fuel lines in the area to feed the mould and the protected nature of that cavity. I fear that an excessive application of external force during the compression phase of the star moulding could cause vigorous exothermic combustion, such that placing the mould in a less-shielded extremity might have deleterious health effects."
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