Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Dec 25, 2013 20:13:46 GMT -5
Duskwing gives Mistwind a funny look as the kid gets all profuse in thanking him. Is the kid being sarcastic or something? Slag, it was just a drink of the usual ship's crud, and it was easier to fill the kid's cube than to move. Rationing must be real bad where he comes from.
Ha! Skywarp didn't want to mess with Duskwing, so he's backing down, pretending not to hear the challenge. Now that he thought about it for a moment, Duskwing decides that punching an officer type in the middle of all these witnesses might not be a good idea.
"Uh, I remember Spinister asking that question. We got brain whatchamcallits--'components'. Hey, I got the word first time! That's new." Duskwing looked momentarily puzzled at this perfectly ordinary feat of vocabulary .
'Partner' is what you call your companion in burglary, armed robbery, grifting, and similiar activities. He's the guy who watches your back, helps with the getaway, and gets a cut of the loot. No Autobot-isms involved.
Duskwing spots another occasional partner enter the room--"HEY! SWINDLE!" and waves. "You got the good stuff? Bring it on!"
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Post by Crankcase on Dec 26, 2013 13:06:19 GMT -5
Vortex is – Vortex is asking him to get up and fetch drinks. Crankcase cycles his visual cluster, not sure how to respond, then looks uneasily from the copter to the dispensers and back. He doesn't say a word, but every line of his posture screams wait, you mean me?
But he misses his chance to follow through.
Although Crankcase doesn't quite scent the nearby newcomer in time, that reedy little battle cry makes for ample warning that something is about to happen. He expects more of a tackle, though, and instead gets the absolutely bizarre sensation of a tiny body on his head. The unfamiliar grip on his dreads makes his motor relays judder. It's a strange feeling, minuscule hands and magnet clamps in the long, copper-plated cables. Crankcase doesn't make any sudden moves nor try to dislodge his unexpected passenger, but all eight optics swivel upward to try and get a look at it and he makes a low, inquisitive sound. Hasty action could end with another hole in his head that he'd rather avoid.
OOC: Quick non-invasive, non-impactful edit cleared with Sluggy and Vortex.
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Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Dec 27, 2013 9:17:49 GMT -5
"Sure, shorty," Slugslinger answers Rook, though his gaze never leaves Flame's face and his smile tightens a degree or two. His right eye briefly seems brighter than the left. "Soon as he takes his drink like a good little bot." To punctuate, he nudges the cube into Flame's limp hands again. "Don't leave me hanging like this, buddy. It's kinda rude." After all, it's only an insult when it happens to Slugslinger, who needs to go make sure Swindle doesn't take too close a look at the 'ruined' energon dispensers. Just in case.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Dec 27, 2013 13:51:30 GMT -5
Whoops, looks like cable head got tackled by the local pile of needles. Oh well, Vortex still had energon. He fiddles with the mixer program as the Yakety Sax song finally starts to come to an end, the song fading into frantic beats and smoothly flowing into the next piece of music.
And then the disco ball goes up and oh, it’s the Swindle. Vortex watches the yellow bastard sidle on by and then takes a looong drink. He might just rather go flirt with that chair, actually.
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Mistwind
Major
Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Dec 28, 2013 13:58:15 GMT -5
Indirectly, Wind Sheer got a bow, yes. He’s on Skywarp’s shoulder after all. Skywarp asks his 'spark or laser core' question and Duskwing answers with ‘we’ on the brain components. Well, good enough on that part! When Duskwing greets Swindle, Mistwind takes his chance to sneak in, “mister Skywarp sir, what kind of jet is your altmode?” He points at the knee rotors and wings and engines and tilts his head curiously, “There aren’t a lot of jets with rotors here, but you are a jet, right?” Wind Sheer doesn’t seem to be coming down. Perhaps he can get him to do that later?
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Rook
Minor
Avatar by Tai
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Post by Rook on Dec 28, 2013 18:44:34 GMT -5
The little Predacon inclines his head to Slugslinger and makes an elegant gesture. If Slugslinger were schooled in formal Predacon etiquette, he might be insulted. Or possibly amused.
"Thank you, Slugslinger. I've something to discuss with you when you've a moment free, Flame. I'd be sure to make it worth your while."
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Swindle
Major
This space for rent.
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Post by Swindle on Dec 28, 2013 18:53:26 GMT -5
The arms dealer flashes Needlenose his winningest smile. "Well, I was planning on having it be an open bar, but if you insist, I suppose I could skim a bit of energon off everyone's drinks as I serve them."
He's already looking over the dispenser, eyes narrowed critically as he pulls bartending paraphernalia from his drawer. "You really did a number on this, Slugslinger. It looks like you made a heck of a mess." Was there a slight emphasis on 'looks' there? Maybe!
"Duskwing, my friend!" Swindle calls back, momentarily effecting the Cybertronian equivalent of an Italian accent, "I'm insulted that you think I carry anything other than the good stuff!"
Vortex may shortly find something similar to an energon martini perched on top of one of the speakers of his impromptu DJ booth, served with a wink and a nudge from Swindle.
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Frenzy
Minor
Emperor of Profaningshire
Fscking Bigjobs
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Post by Frenzy on Dec 29, 2013 19:14:51 GMT -5
Hah! Frenzy rescues his new potential partner from having to socialize! Score one for death from above. Up yours, Vortex! Also, score five for Crankcase not flailing at Frenzy's sudden arrival.
Chittering nonsense, Frenzy climbs to where he can peek down over the top of Crankcase's head and see the other Decepticon's face. "Hihi!"
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Flame
Rookie
Causam ago dementia
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Post by Flame on Dec 30, 2013 20:07:17 GMT -5
Flame really doesn't want to take the drink. Even more, he doesn't want to offend. Still looking every bit the deer in headlights, he takes the offered drink reluctantly, handling it as if it might explode in his face any moment. He cradles the cube in his suddenly-steady hands with the same care shown a naked spark as he turns to Rook and tries to muster the least bit of hope that this night won't turn into a horror show.
"You were saying?" he asks. The nervous attempt at a smile pulling on his mouth is anything but comfortable.
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Skywarp
Cadet
Tall, Dark, and Moody
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Post by Skywarp on Dec 30, 2013 20:51:27 GMT -5
Ah, the third option Skywarp only encountered once or twice. He nods to indicate acknowledgement and hopes for a little further clarification… but Duskwing is then distracted by the promise of more drink and of all things to happen, his Minicon starts talking. What a forward little thing, Skywarp thinks to himself as he looks down at Mistwind. The expression on his face – such as he can emote with no facial features other than optics – is all polite tolerance. It does have the decency to call him sir at least.
"Yes," he says slowly, "I am a jet. Standard military model in my reality." There's something so gratifying in calling it standard military. It downgrades his cousin, chiefly. "Wind Sheer," he adds abruptly, "why don't you and the other little one go talk somewhere? I'm sure you have plenty in common." He even does Wind Sheer the favour of lowering the Minicon to the deck by hand. Absolutely flabbergasted by the gesture, Wind Sheer numbly pipes a thank you and very nearly lingers too long. Were this Wheeljack, he might have given the bulk's thumb a one-armed hug of sorts, but that's something Skywarp wouldn't tolerate. Wind Sheer simply steps down so his partner needn't remain stooped over in such an undignified fashion any more than necessary.
To Wind Sheer, the dismissal of Skywarp standing and looking away is as clear as though he were actually shooed off. He turns an anxious smile on Mistwind.
"Hello," he says, very very quietly.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Dec 30, 2013 23:21:07 GMT -5
Duskwing smirks at Swindle. "Hey! Youse not s'posed admit dat in public! Back home, you coulda got shot for dat sorta thing, sheesh. And yeah, I shoulda known you always got the good stuff--you drive a hard bargain, but you deliver quality." If Swindle is in arm's reach, he'll get a knuckle-bump from Duskwing.
Oh, right, Dark-and-Mysterious Skywarp was talking to him. Huh, he sent his little guy off to talk wit' Mistwind. Duskwing shrugged to himself mentally; whatever. "So, uh, where were we?"
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Post by Crankcase on Dec 31, 2013 12:57:31 GMT -5
Not only would flailing attract more negative attention than Crankcase likes, he doesn't know exactly what the very small mechanism on his head can do and potentially aggravating it is not in his best interests. Keeping a cool head and gathering more information is just the better tactic altogether.
The wordless chatter he doesn't even try to follow; it's all gibberish, he notes, not meant to mean anything, white noise, a distraction at best for overly curious listeners. His dreads clink as they settle back into place once tiny hands and feet move from between them, the noise blending into the stream of babble coming from the tiny, quicksilver thing that is now staring him down with pinpoint, bright blue optics. Crankcase has never met any of the bizarrely small infiltrator class before, though he's heard tell of them from Hatchet, from snippets of conversation between other Decepticons and not meant to include him. Painfully small things, brilliantly good at what they do. He didn't think there'd be one here.
Crankcase tries to return Frenzy's greeting, but surprised as he is, his mouth doesn't want to work; it comes out a shortwave burble of five different things rolled into one another.
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Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Jan 1, 2014 16:06:18 GMT -5
"Thaaaaat's a good boy," Slugslinger drawls in an offensively saccharine tone as Flame finally takes his blasted cube. He then pats Flame encouragingly on the head before turning his attentions to Swindle. Might have to be careful, he thinks, adopting a look somewhere between surly and proud. Swindle might be looking a little too hard at things, going by that odd remark. "Yeah, well," he says, planting his hands on his hips and thrusting out his chest a degree or two, "you gotta break some eggs to make an omelette."
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jan 1, 2014 18:43:43 GMT -5
Vortex looks mildly offended at the nudging. Oh, that martini is probably spiked too. He doesn’t doubt that for a single second.
Too bad his survival instincts are taking a long vacation because he’s still drinking the hell out of that.
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Mistwind
Major
Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Jan 2, 2014 3:08:21 GMT -5
Mistwind looks quite impressed upon hearing that Skywarp’s configuration is a standard military model. He nods respectfully. Then Skywarp puts his companion on the ground; the jetpackformer can’t help but smile brightly when he realizes that the larger Decepticon wants them to interact! He’s ready to approach when Skywarp is done- Wait. The other little mech looks very timid though…. As in really timid. Mistwind looks Wind Sheer over and wavers; this is not a big Decepticon who isn’t going to feel overwhelmed by his energetic but small self. He heard Skywarp talk to Wind Sheer just now… he sees that anxious smile and hears the quiet hello.
It takes a few seconds, and quite some visible effort, but Mistwind reigns in his own enthusiasm. When his smile has become less bright and his mind isn’t forming a stream of questions to pile upon the Minicon does he take one slow step forward. He returns the greeting, “Hello, unit Wind Sheer. This one’s designation is Mistwind.” He pauses, frowns, then seeks to confirm with a short glance up to Skywarp and back down at the minicon, “You are an ‘it’ too, right? Or, a ‘this’, I mean?”
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