Pee-Dee-3
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"I know his name."
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Jun 23, 2008 18:30:56 GMT -5
I will let you burn, but in return, I need your full obedience.
Backing out of the cage of the Prime's arms is out of the question. So Pee-Dee confines her dance to the narrow space allowed her, movements erratic as she lets the music guide her. Arms and body skim against the arms on either side of her as she dances, her touches too hard to be considered brushes.
"And when will you have your black wings?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jun 23, 2008 19:51:09 GMT -5
Rodimus's arms aren't always at the sides as he dances. The 'cage' was just at the start of things. At this point, his motions are too erratic for there to be a consistent, well, anything.
When Pee-Dee asks her question, though, he hunches down and leans near her, holding himself as steady relative to her as possible as he murmurs, "Ah, but I already have them. They're just folded at the moment."
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Pee-Dee-3
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"I know his name."
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Jun 24, 2008 23:31:36 GMT -5
The sun has gone down and the twilight is turning silver and purple as the gold fades away.
Sin child, sin child, to make the darkness come.
She leans in as he leans in and perhaps her nose skims against his. Perhaps she doesn't quite dare that, though.
"Will you smash the world to hear the sound of it breaking?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jun 25, 2008 9:19:13 GMT -5
Rodimus allows Pee-Dee to get as close as she dares, though he does not close the distance any further himself.
He grins. "And what a glorious cacophony it will make!"
Then his grin fades slightly and he looks off, slightly beside the fire. "It seems we have company," he murmurs.
OOC: Will be posting Needlenose in, erm, soonish.
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Post by Needlenose on Jun 25, 2008 22:23:06 GMT -5
Needlenose, still leaning on Spinister, stumbles nearer the bonfire, and therefore nearer the dancing Prime.
No, strike that. He's not just 'still leaning on Spinister.' One arm is wrapped around Spinister's shoulders (managing, despite his inebriated state, to avoid the assassin's rotors), while the other arm tickles lightly at Spinister's mask.
Really, it's a wonder Needlenose is still managing to move forward at all.
"Good evening, Future Prime. Spectacular job you did against our 'Bots tonight. Spectacular. I only wish I could have been involved in more than tearing the building down. And hello, uhm... Junkion... type... person. Lovely little cannon you're sporting! It even goes with your colors!"
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Post by Spinister on Jun 27, 2008 21:50:12 GMT -5
Spinister is wobbling a bit as he walks, but it looks like he could still manage a straight line if he really focused. It's easy enough for him to affect the sway - Rodimus Prime is genuinely terrifying, and...
..this is closer than he's gotten before. Spinister feels quite a bit at unease, and he presses against Needlenose and tries to grab for one of his hands, to clutch at it. The move is one part affectionate and one part aggressive, and it isn't Spinister's usual style at all. He's usually much more restrained and calm.
Spinister shakes himself and pulls off a jerky bow, murmuring, "Greetings, Rodimus Prime, and... Pee-Dee?"
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Pee-Dee-3
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"I know his name."
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Jun 29, 2008 15:59:29 GMT -5
Pee-Dee pirouettes away from Rodimus, comes to a full stop facing Needlenose and Spinister. The song is already winding down, night has swallowed the world, and there are drunk Decepticons being cute.
Life is good.
"My name's Pee-Dee," she tells Needlenose, bobs her head at Spinister. He did say her name, after all, but she's not sure the 'Nose is sober enough to catch something like that. "Thank you!"
She runs a hand down her new cannon, then rises up on her tiptoes to peer around the party. "Has anyone seen Nightbeat?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jun 29, 2008 16:53:28 GMT -5
"You might want to ask Perceptor about him," Rodimus answers Pee-Dee coolly. "I believe he was on the injured list."
Then he turns to the arriving Decepticons, and he smiles. "Good evening... Needlenose, wasn't it?" Then he pauses significantly, focuses his attention on Spinister, and adds, "And Spinister.
"I am enjoying the festivities so far, though not so much as I enjoyed the reason for them. And you, two?"
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Post by Needlenose on Jun 29, 2008 17:14:01 GMT -5
This is the second time that Needlenose has been near this strange Prime and now that he's been here a bit longer, he starts feeling something... else making its way through the happy, fuzzy haze he's been in.
He narrows his optics, lays back his antennae, and glowers up at Prime, overlooking Pee-Dee completely. "No need to be so snide about it," he grumbles. Not that Prime has been noticably snide, but Needlenose chooses to take his statements that way, and booooy, does that attitude annoy him!
Then Spinister presses against him, clutches his hand. That feels kind of good! And Spinister is so much more eager than normal! He turns to Spinister and attempts to nuzzle him. "Right, right. Better things to worry about tonight."
He waves at the others, then starts to drag Spinister off. "Sorry, erm, Pee-Dee. Haven't seen any Nightbeats! Good luck finding him, though!"
Really. Who needs that big old Prime to have fun, anyway?
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Spinister on Jun 29, 2008 21:11:23 GMT -5
Spinister is stone cold sober, for all that he affects this act. He has spent his life deadening his affect, making himself every bit the cold and emotionless killer that he has to be for his Empire. However, he still feels emotion, for all his efforts. Some of them are pleasant. Allowing Needlenose to touch him is not purely an act; he also enjoys the contact. The emotion intruding into him now is raw aggression and anger, something that he keeps locked up, save for the worst of times.
He has no reason to feel such rage and passion, and Spinister is yet analytical enough to know it. It's not like him to want to throw Needlenose down, to want to see if he can make Needlenose scream for all the right reasons and all the wrong reasons, too. He feels not a chill but an embarrased flush when Rodimus Prime's gaze turns upon him. The Prime knew that he had a stalker, and no amount of drawing Singe will make that flame-emblazoned Prime go away.
Spinister hates having to leave the haunted one, but he knows that he needs to go now, lest he not get another chance.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Pee-Dee-3
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"I know his name."
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Jun 30, 2008 12:22:01 GMT -5
Pee-Dee frowns at Rodimus's tone but says nothing until the Decepticons leave. She's running hot, hotter than fire and drink can account for, but not hotter than Rodimus can drive her. And it's not fair of him to be so cold when she only wants her partner.
"Don't be that way. Stars have planets and planets have moons, but moons still follow around stars all their existence."
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jun 30, 2008 22:11:01 GMT -5
Rodimus frowns, optics narrowed. "It is not your place to tell me how to be, Pee-Dee," he says, tone dangerous, but then she shrugs.
"Either way, I was telling the truth. He chased after the local Kup. Next time I saw him, he was unconscious and his face was smashed in. If Perceptor hasn't seen him yet, no one's seeing him here. Got it?"
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Pee-Dee-3
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"I know his name."
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Jul 4, 2008 14:11:58 GMT -5
Pee-Dee laughs in the face of danger. When she can send it crying home to its momma. The rest of the time, she keeps it to herself, because time spent putting herself back together is time not spent at the teevee or with a handsome fellow.
"Got it. You want a drink? A fella? Another dance?" She grins.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jul 8, 2008 19:29:06 GMT -5
"I think..." Rodimus tilts his head back and looks to the stars. A slow smile spreads across his face, then moves past smile and right into grin.
"I think... I would like to crush someone's spirit."
He bows forward at the waist, right foot in front of the other, and his hand snakes out to take Pee-Dee's. If he succeeds, he kisses Pee-Dee on the back of her hand. "Thank you for dancing down the sun so glorious with me, but it is time I spread my black wings open, Pee-Dee."
"Go find your boy, my dear. Or not. As you prefer."
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Pee-Dee-3
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"I know his name."
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Jul 8, 2008 20:16:26 GMT -5
Pee-Dee's optics brighten as Rodimus kisses her hand, and she dips into a curtsey. "I hope you enjoy yourself, my dark lord, and your victim breaks most pleasingly."
Then she strides away to find her Nightbeat. As she recalls, he should still be where she found and left him.
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Out-of-thread.
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