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Post by Kup-3 on Jun 9, 2008 22:48:36 GMT -5
Kup scoops up a cube as soon as they're available. Whether or not one trusts the drinks, one thing is for certain: the later one waits into the night, the better the chances that something unpleasant is in the drinks. Kup would rather take his chances with whatever Perceptor's concocted. Besides, he's been around enough to know that not all... enhancements that can be made to an energon cube are strictly unenjoyable, and he has, from time to time, taken advantage of some intentionally altered libations in the past.
Now he walks smoothly through the crowd, optics watching around him, meeting others eye-to-eye where fitting, lingering here and there on some particularly attractive car-build or another.
My, how things have changed. Kup remembers the day when no car-builds could be found among the 'Cons at all. It seems as if they've at last developed an aesthetic sense. Kup half appreciates that, half finds it disturbing.
He spends a little too much time admiring one view, and not looking where he's going. It's entirely possible that he's on a collision course with someone... will he avoid stepping on toes?
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Post by Long Range on Jun 10, 2008 20:04:17 GMT -5
Kup should really be more worried about his own toes when Long Range is around, who has unintentionally flattened some feet and intentionally flattened some heads with his own large pair of stompers.
Long Range is making his way to the drinks and not watching where he is going in his characteristically laid back way. He's currently admiring the sky and also keeping a watch out for Sky-Byte.
Hopefully Kup will notice the artillery mech moving in his direction. Otherwise Long range might just fall on Kup. Hard.
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Post by Kup-3 on Jun 10, 2008 22:21:05 GMT -5
Well, Long Range is not exactly a small mechanoid, and while Kup is momentarily distracted, he is not what one would call "inobservant." In fact his problem at the moment is more that he's observing too much of the wrong thing. However, that stops when he notices the towering mechanoid heading in his direction.
Kup's first priority is to slip out of Long Range's way, something he accomplishes with a louder-than-intended clatter (and, quite possibly, by bumping into someone else1).
Once safe (and once his cube is safe), he takes a moment to examine the larger robot. He dips his head, and greets, "Ah, excuse me, and good evening. I'm afraid I haven't caught your name yet..."
Lousy Decepticon. But Kup can play nice for the cause, and even make it convincing.
1 If someone else wants to be bumped into.
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Post by Long Range on Jun 11, 2008 5:28:08 GMT -5
"Hmmmmm?" He says as he looks down and turns to Kup.
"Oh, excuse me, I didn't see you there. My Name is Long Range, and yours....?"
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Post by Kup-3 on Jun 11, 2008 7:47:17 GMT -5
Kup's expression remains neutral as Long Range asks his name. So does this suggest that his alternate is a nobody, or does this individual simply not keep up with the world around him? A head in the clouds that's as figurative as it is literal?
Then, he smiles pleasantly. "My name's Kup, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Long Range," he lies convincingly, reaching up his hand for a shake should the other take him up on it.
"I'm afraid I didn't arrive in this reality until the battle was over, but I must say that's quite a number your group did on the base."
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Post by Long Range on Jun 12, 2008 17:59:21 GMT -5
Kup.... yes, that rings a bell. If he remembers correctly Kup was ment to be quite old but dangerous.
"Yes, we did, didn't we. Though your forces certainly didn't slack during the battle either." Long Range replies, he's not going to let on to exactly how much of the base he brought down himself.
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Post by Kup-3 on Jun 12, 2008 19:54:31 GMT -5
The politician takes a long but restrained sip of his cube. Even so, by now it's nearly finished. He smiles, and the smile is cold and distant. "I would think not. It doesn't do to disappoint the Prime." He frowns faintly, thinking of the news he had to bring over. "Not that that can always be helped."
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Jun 12, 2008 23:39:58 GMT -5
Bluestreak weaves through the crowd and stops next to Kup, swaying on his feet way too much for having had one drink. His characteristic sullen expression has given way to a pleasant smile, and there's a slightly far-away look to his optics. He waves to catch Kup's attention, and if he gets it he hands the cup over.
"You looked a little low," he says by way of explanation.
Long Range gets a stare. BIG mech...
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Post by Long Range on Jun 13, 2008 1:54:54 GMT -5
"And who might this be?" Long Range says, momentarily looking at Bluestreaker. He writes him as drunk off aft and will ignore him for the rest of the night unless he, say, pukes on Starscream's feet.
"Yes, we have some of our own who are somewhat difficult t restrain occasionally when the chance arrives to put craters in things and people."
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Post by Kup-3 on Jun 13, 2008 8:14:28 GMT -5
Kup raises one brow-ridge when Bluestreak comes toddling up with a drink. He accepts it, taking in the carbot's unsteady sway and his distant smile, and Kup grins. That grin turns pleasant and inviting as the elder reaches over to accept the cube from Bluestreak, and if his fingertips just happen to brush the other's, surely it's because co-ordination is impaired?
"Ah, thank you, Bluestreak," he rumbles, deep voice a lion's purr. "Your attentiveness is to be... commended."
Then he returns his attention to Long Range, although he does gesture towards Bluestreak. "Long Range, this is Bluestreak. Bluestreak, this is Long Range." There, got the formalities out of the way.
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Jun 13, 2008 22:49:39 GMT -5
Long Range gets a grunt and a long, considering look. The discussion he had with the Prime and Mirage moments ago is still buzzing around his CPU, and it occurs to him now as he gazes at the Decepticon that the body of the giant mining worm would be much better at taking down this guy than his relatively weak carformer body...
Then he turns to Kup, the finger-brush registering but going mostly ignored. "Anytime," he replies. Then he turns to go, but loses his balance and wobbles on his feet. Whoops, maybe walking isn't such a good idea right now.
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Post by Long Range on Jun 14, 2008 15:32:10 GMT -5
Yes, Hellbender's body would be more apt to take Long Range down, and if Long Range got the barest hint that the Autobots were planning on taking his body he'd rip the little datsun and every other Autobot here in half.
For now, though, Long Range tires of speaking with Kup, who has his interests elsewhere, and needs to go grab a drink and one of Sky-Byte.
"Terribly sorry, but you must excuse me. I still need to report in to my superior" He says and turns to go get the drinks.
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OOC:Unless someone stops him, Out of thread.
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Post by Kup-3 on Jun 14, 2008 23:44:50 GMT -5
"Woah, woah, there!" Kup explains as Bluestreak starts to wobble, voice thick with genuine-seeming concern. He reaches over to offer his support, whether Bluestreak wills it or not. The support he offers is gentle, but firm. "Be careful! Wouldn't want to scuff that paint job!"
He looks up at Long Range and nods, smiling briefly. "Ah, the dutiful sort. Good cycle, then, Long Range."
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Jun 15, 2008 22:41:15 GMT -5
Bluestreak flails a bit, trying to stand on his own two feet again, then gives up and leans against Kup, his head on the older mech's shoulder. Everything's gone fuzzy and sparkly now, but pleasantly so. And though some nagging little voice in the back of his processor tells him he'll be paying for this in the morning with a raging motherboard-ache and no clear idea as to who he'd passed out on/beat up/fuel-tank purged on during the party, he's enjoying this at the moment.
"Izzie gone yet?" he slurs, referring to the departing Long Range.
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Post by Kup-3 on Jun 15, 2008 23:04:38 GMT -5
Kup finds something to set his cube on. He wants both hands free for this, oh, yes. He wraps one arm around Bluestreak to support him and leans in close to murmur, "Yes, Bluestreak. He's gone."
It should be noted that with Bluestreak in this state, it would be very easy for Kup to have him regardless of Bluestreak's wishes. But Kup's always preferred a willing partner. Mind, willing-due-to-imparement-of-judgement-thanks-to-spiked-energon is willing enough for Kup - he's no angel, after all. Mostly, what Kup wants is (a) not a denial from Bluestreak, and (b) some obvious indication that Bluestreak is enjoying himself. But first he has to get that far.
The other arm wraps around Bluestreak - to hold him up, of course, and yet Kup somehow succeed in pulling Bluestreak closer instead. The thumb of that hand strokes gently against Bluestreak's arm, subtly searching for a more sensitive spot, as Kup whispers, "My dear Bluestreak, you seem rather a bit out of sorts. Perhaps we should find someplace... comfortable for you to sit down, just for awhile."
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