Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Nov 22, 2009 13:48:05 GMT -5
Dead End stares at the menu, and finally says, "Hydrocarbon Smoothie." It sounds like Earth-style fuel, anyway. Probably has contaminants that will choke his fuel system at an inopportune moment when someone is trying to shoot holes in him.
"What the lady said," Dead End adds, nodding his head in the general direction of Blackarachnia. His visored gaze returns to their waitress.
"You know, you remind me of someone, but I can't quite place who or where," he says, his tone that of bored curiousity. "Mind if I ask where you are from?"
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Post by Needlenose on Nov 23, 2009 10:52:19 GMT -5
Needlenose has caught onto Ravage's act, but he doesn't realize Ravage doesn't want a drink! "Oh, also... a saucer of whatever your most refined standard is," he adds to the server. It'll still call for a system cleaning afterwards, but hopefully not so bad. "And yeah, just passing through, enjoying the pleasures this place has to offer," he notes, one antenna up, the other cocked back slightly, white optics glowing as he studies the serving robot.
"Yeah, this place is sumthin' else," the waitress says, entering orders into the small device she's holding. She grins at Needlenose. "Good place to unwind, too!" At Dead End's question, however, she falters a moment before the smile returns, notably more false than before. "Oh, me? Yeah, I'm from the Gillanan systam," she says quickly, as though trying to get through the question as fast as possible. "Anyways, your orders are in, so I need to head over ta the bar to pick 'em up, 'kay?" And with that, she turns to head off.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Nov 23, 2009 23:56:51 GMT -5
She can't help but quirk her lips. The vain flyboy is good at this, and Dead End is doing well enough. Of course, with the two boys chatting up the server, that leaves Blackarachnia to be the foil.
And to take advantage of the waitress's obvious upset.
"Gillanan? Wasn't that the system we went through with the decimated metal planet? Debris everywhere?" She looks to Dead End for confirmation.
Blackarachnia sounds honest enough in her query, as if she's really unsure. She doesn't try to stop the waitress from leaving.
She just pitches her voice so that the waitress would be sure to hear her.
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Post by fangsan on Nov 25, 2009 11:46:35 GMT -5
The act of a pet for the group was two, maybe three fold, whatever it was for several reasons.
For one it meant he wasn't so worried about been around so many, yes he could handle been close to the group but there were alot of other things moving about, too many for his liking. By playing dumb he could half block out the number of creatures and just focus on his fellow con's.
Secondly while on the ground it meant others wouldn't pay him as much attention, not enough attention anyway that they'd care to give him a second glance. That was something he planned to take advantage of very soon.
Listening to the rest of the group along with their waitress, Ravage would of smacked a paw against his head from Needlenoses ordering him of something. That said he may have a drink doesn't mean he has to drink it.
But that didn't matter now was the time for him to get to work. Closing his eyes and keeping still the feline like bots ears shifted and clicked out, extending before he started half scanning half hacking the radio waves. This world had to have some kind of coms system and he wanted to get into them.
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Nov 26, 2009 17:47:43 GMT -5
"I do believe it was. Still active orbital defenses on planet III; not an encouragement to stick around and take names," Dead End says, still bored.
// Go after her if she doesn't come back with our order? // he radios Needlenose, copying to Ravage and Blackarachnia. // I apologize for my clumsiness if I spooked her. //
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Post by Needlenose on Nov 29, 2009 23:20:39 GMT -5
The waitress freezes for a moment mid-stride as discussion of her homeworld - and the damage that befell it - occurs behind her, but she quickly starts moving again. At the counter, she grabs a tray, and it looks like she's genuine about gathering up their drinks and returning them.
Even so, Needlenose, while leaning back, gives a faint nod. //Yeah. After her if she doesn't come back. Not really sure she knows anything, but hey, it's a start.//
The local radio waves are a bit of a mess. First off, the orders being put in via those datapads that the waiters and waitresses are carrying around are being transmitted back to the central serving system through radio, which is plenty noisy as it is, but after that, there's just a whole lot of unsecured jibber jabber about a giant ship crash-landing in the red light district and, oh... some kind of disturbance that seems to be heading... towards the Casino district!
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Nov 30, 2009 11:11:22 GMT -5
//Hmmm, I think she'll be back.// Blackarachnia says, propping one foot on the table leg and rocking her chair back. //Whether she escaped it, or just heard of the destruction, it's still home. It would be only natural to be cur-//
All four legs of the chair hit the ground hard when Misfire says the name Sentinel Prime. It's an effort to keep the sudden fury she feels off her face, and it's possible that a shadow of it still slips through.
Both of them. Here.
"I think," she says after a moment, "that I may be of more interesting use elsewhere." She tries to lock optics with Needlenose. Oh, what it takes to ask, rather than just take off. But she doesn't want to be considered a liability by Mr. Special Ops here.
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Post by fangsan on Nov 30, 2009 11:53:49 GMT -5
//That may not be wise.// Ravage sent to the group opening his eyes blinking and then tilting his head up to glance at each of them. //I'm in the local radio, its a mess even Earth's one was better. But there is trouble going on and that trouble is heading this way. Oh and the Autobot ship seems to of crashed in what is called the Red Light District, what ever that is.// He shook his head a few times.
Shaking his head from side to side he settled back down keeping up his act again but watching Blackarachnia from the corner of his eye. He'd seen the look on her face, something which looked like fury.
His tail flicked behind him a few times, back and forth as he glanced about again to the group.
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Nov 30, 2009 23:53:48 GMT -5
Dead End watches the waitress from behind his concealing visor; she doesn't seem to be running out just yet. He tilts his head curiously at Blackarachnia.
"Some interesting new variety of 'Bot trouble, this 'Sentinel Prime'?" he asks softly, absently reaching down to scratch Ravage again. It's odd to get away with it, and not have to worry about Rumble, Frenzy, Laserbeak and the rest of Soundwave's miniature army rolling him in a back hallway.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 1, 2009 8:58:53 GMT -5
//There are some things more important than wisdom, Ravage dear, especially for our kind,// Needlenose says softly over the radio. Then, antennae perked up and eyes smiling, he turns towards Blackarachnica.
"Daaaaaarling. I wouldn't think of holding you here! Not when there are such sights to be seen elsewhere!" He did hear that story, after all. He turns towards Dead End, optics still crinkled, and says, "Some old variety, for her, but we'll let her deal with her business." Then his antennae flatten to his head and he turns swiftly to narrow optics at Blackarachnia, flamboyant fashionista suddenly and abruptly giving way to the fuel-thirsty murderer he's capable of being. "Just do make sure to return to us, dear," he adds, voice low and dangerous.
A glance back at the bar shows that the waitress has piled the drinks onto a tray, and she turns to head back towards the table, though she is not there yet.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 1, 2009 11:55:55 GMT -5
She doesn't flinch when Needlenose's attitude switches from indulgent to murderous, meeting his gaze with her own hardened one.
"Duly noted."
Pushing back from the table, Blackarachnia stands. She spares a glance for the waitress. Her attitude and voice return to it's usual sarcastic norm.
"Do offer my regrets and don't let that drink go to waste. It sounded divine." Her eyes narrow and a cruel smile settles on her lips. "Now to go play the nightmare come to life, and see how much trouble he causes."
And with that, she's gone.
Out of thread.
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Post by fangsan on Dec 1, 2009 15:58:22 GMT -5
Ravage wasn't sure how many counter parts he had, but after meeting the one other Ravage so far he wasn't sure he'd want to meet any others. But he was pretty sure not many of his counter parts would allow someone to pet them.
Raising an eyebrow at answer he got from the radio he then watched as Blackarachnia gets up and leaves. He would miss her but figured they would cross paths again soon somehow. With a slow flick of his head and laying his head back down upon his feet he figured he would start to listen in on the radio waves once more.
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Dec 2, 2009 15:04:46 GMT -5
Dead End chuckles, his gaze following Blackarachnia as she leaves. "I sense some entertainment coming at the poor unfortunate's expense. Pity we won't get to watch it. Hopefully she doesn't get splatted in an ambush, instead, though that is far the more likely. I hear this planet can be rough."
He turns his head and leans back, watching Needlenose. "Your lead; I seem to be out of trumps and must pass this round."
You're better at subtle interrogations than I; I'll catch the ball you throw, however.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 2, 2009 15:27:22 GMT -5
"Oh, there'll be plenty of other entertainment to be had, I'm sure," Needlenose answers Dead End casually, ignoring the ambush comment. That's just Dead End being Dead End, after all.
The waitress returns, drinks on her tray. "Well, here you all- hey, where'd the other one go?"
"Oh, she had to leave," Needlenose says, accepting his own drink from her and setting the one in the saucer down on the floor for Ravage. "Don't worry, we'll still cover her drink." Well, not really. None of them have any means to pay at all. Needlenose intends to cross that bridge when he comes to it (possibly by attempting to rob someone else without being noticed).
"But anyway, thank you, uhm..." he peers up at the waitress. "What was your name again? Assuming your people have individual names, I suppose."
"Oh, uhm.... Traya," the waitress answers, one arm absently rubbing the side of another nervously.
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Post by fangsan on Dec 3, 2009 12:51:51 GMT -5
Now that was an interesting thing for Needlenose to comment on, covering the cost of the drink. He was pretty sure that whatever currency they used on this world they didn't have, of course he had no problem with leaving without paying. He just would rather be told in advance they were going to have to run.
Looking at the saucer in front of him Ravage played finicky feline and didn't drink or sip it.
He was a feline he could get away with it. Plus he really wasn't sure what it was.
Looking up towards their waitress as she told them her name and rubbed at one arm, he tilted his head to one side. His tail flicked behind him slightly before he made a reassuring purr.
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