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Post by Swerve on Nov 15, 2007 19:11:10 GMT -5
OOC: Crossposted.
After a few failed attempts to start anything approaching a conversation, heavy silences that would annoy Swerve intensely were he on the other end, the racer finally manages to speak up. // …You free?//
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 15, 2007 20:14:00 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is startled by the radio. He doesn't know this frequency. Once he ascertains who it is, he remains perplexed. Emirate Xaaron did not expect Swerve to make good on his request.
He replies, voice carefully neutral, //Free enough. What would you like?//
By asking a question, he tosses the ball back to Swerve and invites an answer.
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Post by Swerve on Nov 15, 2007 20:43:56 GMT -5
That answer takes a moment.
//I wanna talk t' you. Face to face.// He doesn't say outright that the radio is really not his preferred way to communicate, but that much is probably obvious. //I'm in th' alley next to the base.// Imagine a deep, bracing breath here, were Swerve organic. It's a statement and, by the hesitant twinge, also a grudging suggestion.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 15, 2007 20:50:35 GMT -5
Ah, so Swerve really does wish to speak with Emirate Xaaron.
//I could meet you there in a few minutes.// He's slow, and his altmode is still slow, if he could even use it. Speed is for people who aren't tanks. //I take it you would desire that?// He does have to make sure. The situation is delicate, and he does so not wish to impose.
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Post by Swerve on Nov 15, 2007 20:53:29 GMT -5
//Whatever works. I'm not goin' anywhere.// So Swerve waits.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 15, 2007 20:56:40 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron assures, //I will be there presently.//
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