Mirage-3
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Post by Mirage-3 on Oct 25, 2008 15:55:04 GMT -5
What. The. Frag.
Mirage had not noticed his alternate being particularly chummy with Pee-Dee during his previous observations. This does not rule out the possibility. It does, however, make the Prime's hound wary.
Though if his shining twin really is sexing up the Junkion, Mirage will have to reevaluate his opinion of his alternate. Because Mirage considers letting any Pee-Dee anywhere near that close to be almost as risky as bedding the Prime. Perhaps riskier, considering the hound's...current function within the group dynamic.
However, he does have a Pee-Dee that close. Too damn close, and he needs to disengage from her and from this situation. "It is good to see you alive as well," he says, keeping his expression pleasant, "I was most worried when I found you'd tangled with the Prime. You are too reckless." The knife at Track's neck slips back into subspace as that hand moves away to wrap firmly (a tad too firmly, perhaps) around Pee-Dee's arm. The hand with the rifle now rests at the small of Pee-Dee's back.
The rifle has been flipped so that it's muzzle rests just at the base of her neck.
He's going to risk a searching comment, because wrapped around her as she is, he can't even toss her aside and run for it. Damned all around. "Absence must make the spark grow fonder, after all. I do not recall you being so attached to me before- or at least," he adds teasingly, "so willing to show it."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Oct 25, 2008 16:07:23 GMT -5
"I'm just reckless enough," she informs Mirage before squeezing him in another hug. It might make Mirage's armor creak more than he likes, but she's missed her spying lover terribly, hasn't she? After all, he can't be expected to get up again if he goes down.
The muzzle at the back of her neck does suggest a clear answer to that question. "Nightbeat's not around," she reminds Mirage. "You know how jealous he gets."
Then she kisses him. Because her truthiness needs to be confirmed or denied one way or another.
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OOC: Testing Mirage's loyalty by making out done with player permission.
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Dead End
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Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Oct 25, 2008 16:20:29 GMT -5
Dead End has orders... or something. In any case he's a Decepticon, and is supposed to take out Autobots--well, some Autobots. If he finds them. First, though, it might help if he found some open ground.
He finds a bit of a glade and Autobots all in one. Far too many Autobots, and one of them appears to be threatening the others. Hmm...
Dead End deploys his vehicle-mounted weapons, and radios on the Villain Band, // Ah, could our allies Tracks, Mirage and Pee-Dee tell me just where they are? Er, do we even have a Tracks here? //
Unfortunately, he hadn't gotten much of a look at Pee-Dee-3--she kept to the Autobot camp, and Mirage-3 was elusive, to say the least. What differences they might have from the original quite escaped him.
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Spinister-3
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"I live for the day when no one has to fear."
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Post by Spinister-3 on Oct 25, 2008 18:24:56 GMT -5
Singe is a little weirded out by the events unfolding here. Yes, Spinister is a horrible flirt, but Singe hasn't even gotten used to that yet. He joined the war to get away from a clingy, manipulative girlfriend! And he now he has a horrible flirt stuck in his head. Sigh.
So he radios Pee-Dee, //Uh, the real Mirage is with Spinister, ma'am. Just not *with* Spinister. They're actually doing something useful. So you can, uh, snap this one's neck or something.//
This isn't going to spare him a mental scarring, however. He's sure.
OOC: Skippable.
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Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Oct 27, 2008 6:57:03 GMT -5
Mirage and Pee-Dee are attached? Tracks slides away from the spy's grip and rubs at his neck, casting an odd stare in the direction of the two...elopers? Optics narrow though, as he notes the position of Mirage's rifle. Suspicious spy or no, Pee-Dee had greeted Mirage as an ally and vice versa. Just what's going on here?
"Hasn't anyone taught you that holding a gun like that to an ally is most out for form?" His tsking tone is emphasized with the raising of his own gun. Tracks has no idea that Pee-Dee is in the middle of implementing her own plan, all he knows is that there's something off about this scene and he'd very much like to figure out what.
The sound of engines prompts Tracks's attention to tear away from the scene for a moment. He doesn't recognize this newcomer personally, but the insignia on the Porsche's roof is enough to pull Tracks's aim away from Mirage and Pee-Dee as well.
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Mirage-3
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Post by Mirage-3 on Oct 27, 2008 11:37:30 GMT -5
Mirage's reaction to Pee-Dee's unexpected and very enthusiastic kiss can be summed up in one phrase:
Sweet Primus on a pogo stick!
Despite his obvious surprise, Mirage very cautiously kisses her back. Not a wrong move at least; he had a feeling that the stuffy one wouldn't turn down a kiss any more than he would. The hand on her arm moves to rest at her side, just under her arm.
He has backup. Tracks is distracted. Best to start this on Mirage's own terms.
Mirage twists his head away from the kiss, slides his mouth up her jawline before murmuring, making no effort to sound like his alternate any longer, "Shall we dance, my lovely?"
Knife drops back into hand, hand stabs up, aiming for her armpit as he simultaneously engages his cloak and falls backwards, trying to tumble Pee-Dee over his head.
They both wink out of sight before he hits the ground.
OOC: Cloaking with Pee-Dee attached ok'd by her player.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Oct 28, 2008 19:06:07 GMT -5
"I thought you'd never ask."
//Razzle-dazzle him!//
The knife slides neatly into her shoulder, cutting through important bits of mechanism and locking the limb. That's all right with her, as she wants to stay very firmly attached to Mirage. Can't have him running off and hiding.
She hasn't quite noticed that they're both invisible.
He falls and she falls with him, and Mirage should soon discover that the Junkion is more massive than appearances suggest. Not as massive as she was before that one burned her as she hasn't had a good chance to restock herself, but still heavier than any Cybertronian should reasonably be for her size.
The non-locked arm comes around to grip his arm, meaning to wrench it out of alignment but good if she can get a decent grip.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Oct 28, 2008 19:39:26 GMT -5
Razzle-dazz-? Oh. He gets it. Time to go to work.
Spy Shot maintains a vice-like grip on the edge of Pee-Dee's pack while she falls, not wanting to be thrown off onto the ground somewhere, but soon as they stop moving for a split second he's up and moving.
Scrambling quickly out of the pack and over Pee-Dee's shoulder, the camera-bot faces Mirage and positions his shoulder-mounted flash.
//Close your eyes,// he warns Pee-Dee, and - with his owns optics adjusted to filter out the visible spectrum of light - proceeds to produce a flash of light brighter than any normal camera would have a right to.
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Dead End
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Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Oct 28, 2008 19:47:49 GMT -5
//Have fun with the pretty, but do try not beat him up too badly.//
Dead End briefly contemplates Mirage-3's request as he aims his vehicular guns at Tracks. Really, what did the fellow think he was, an Autobot?
He fires both blasters at Tracks, then guns his engine; tires squeal on dirt and leaf mold, courtesy of the Stunticon special effects department. Dead End surges forward, his rapidly accelerating front end a blunt and brutal chaser to the blaster cocktail.
Really, now... what does Mirage expect? Dead End is a Stunticon--and he doesn't take orders Mirage. He doesn't take orders from much of anybody, actually, though nominally Sky-byte is his superior.
On the other hand, Sky-byte knows such lovely haiku and one hates to disappoint such a poet... And Scourge has only to ask Dead End, if Dead End isn't too depressed to move at the time, and then there's Hook, who keeps in him in such good repair, so Dead End is inclined to favor requests from Hook... Then there's Starscream, who has an annoying habit of shooting Dead End for insubordination, or not obeying orders fast enough, or not obeying them in just the right way, or...
Perhaps Starscream will get fragged before Dead End in the sudden but inevitable betrayal soon to happen.
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Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Oct 30, 2008 9:40:29 GMT -5
The only cocktails this Corvette likes are smart, smooth mixtures in classy duraglass containers -- Dead End provides him with none of those. Typical Decepticons.
"What, no introduction?"1
Tracks swings away from the incoming blaster shots, avoiding one in his sudden roll but hissing as a bolt shears along his side. A few more tumbles and he rights himself, gun up and firing. If one of his blasts hit the oncoming Decepticon, Tracks can hope for a few moments of blindness to grab hold, giving him enough time to orient and lock his missiles.
"I don't know about you, but I usually like to be a little more familiar with my partners before engaging in any sort of business."
1 Tracks was pulled away from his world before the Stunticons and Aerialbots were created
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Post by Mirage on Oct 30, 2008 11:31:54 GMT -5
Mirage grunts when Pee-Dee lands atop him and does not go along with being flipped. Heavy. "Been bulking up, a bit, have you? How unladylike," murmurs, trying not to call attention to their position. Then he spies Spy Shot 6, "What the..ugh!"
Blinded. And cursing a blue streak at Pee-Dee, the camera-bot, their makers and anyone else he can think of while he tries to force his optics to reboot faster. Mirage twists the knife in Pee-Dee's arm, trying to angle it into her torso, toward what he hopes are even more vulnerable components in her neck and/or chest. Anything to try and distract her.
Distract her from twisting his other arm out of joint. He drops his rifle into subspace rather than actually drop it; the rifle's not much use at the moment anyway. For a moment, Mirage wonders why he keeps getting stuck in hand to hand combat situations, and decides that obviously he irked off the wrong someone at some point. A creak and snap, and the arm Pee-Dee grabbed is rendered almost useless. Other than a sharp hiss at the pain, he makes no sound.
Mirage hopes he can still transform. But there are other things to worry about at the moment. He tries to roll left. If he can get back on top, he might be able to survive this ride after all.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Oct 31, 2008 11:48:10 GMT -5
"Baby, I'm so light I should be walking on air."
The knife gouges open more of her armor, slicing through a few energy and coolant lines. One optic goes black and the other flickers. She needs a bit of breathing space to reach in directly and fiddle with some worries.
She isn't going to get that breathing space anytime soon, so she decides to damn the torpedos and headbutt the spy. If it goes well, they'll both be blind for a few moments.
If it doesn't go well, she'll just be the blind one.
Her movable arm releases Mirage's, reaches back over her shoulders to pull something out of the pack Spy Shot isn't in...
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Nov 1, 2008 16:03:11 GMT -5
Work complete for the moment, Spy Shot dives back into the safety of Pee-Dee's packs. It doesn't seem like a good idea to get thrown to the ground amidst a pair of wrestling giants.
Having never been in this sort of situation before, Spy opts to sit tight for the moment, once again peeking over the edge of the pack. For now he'll watch as best he can, waiting for commands or an obvious opportunity to be of assistance.
OOC: Skippable.
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Dead End
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Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Nov 1, 2008 17:26:09 GMT -5
"You've forgotten me so soon? I'm crushed, simply crushed," Dead End replies. "I certainly remember you. Flying Autobot cars are hardly common--"
Tracks' darklight struck him square in the windshield. Dead End swerved momentarily and tried to look at his radar--
Only to find that blind as well.1 "OH, BOTHER! Of all the things to forget about a person..."
Dead End continued rolling in the direction he remembered Tracks standing. Perhaps he'd connect by blind chance. Probably not, though. More likely Tracks would stand aside and pick Dead End off at his leisure. How annoying; Dead End really did want to survive long enough to see what happened during the Sudden But Inevitable Betrayal scene.
---- 1 In the cartoon, one of the Seekers found out the hard way that switching to radar didn't help with Tracks-induced blindness.
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Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Nov 4, 2008 7:19:12 GMT -5
"Common?" Tracks's expression turns into somewhat of a frown. "I'll have you know that flying cars of any sort aren't all that common to begin with." The frown quirks into a smug grin as Dead End is hit.
"Better luck and memory next time," he says, now bringing his rifle out of subspace. With Dead End square in his sight, Tracks fires. He hasn't made any move to get out of the way, waiting until he's let loose a few bolts to try and make his getaway. It might be a risky choice, but he's hoping that his shots at least knock Dead End off his path. A curse slips from his mouth as something snags around his wings. Vines! All these forsaken vines! Change his move of not moving away before shooting to very stupid instead of risky now.
Tracks tenses and brings out his arms. Oh this is not going to be pleasant at all.
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