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Post by Needlenose on Dec 27, 2009 20:33:50 GMT -5
Traya chews on the tip of her stylus at Dead End's question, trying to think. "Uhm... I think the names I heard were 'Book,' 'Clyde,' and 'Stinker'? But I coulda misheard them."
Obviously she never learned the fishing jargon common to certain organic worlds, either.
Traya shrugs at Misfire's words. "Well, good luck with that. Anyway, your order's up, so if you'll excuse me..." and then, whether Misfire does or not, she turns and heads back towards the bar.
Needlenose looks back at Misfire. His expression is largely unreadable, but he doesn't have a mouth, which makes it easy. His optics, however, are slightly narrowed and his antennae skewed slightly.
//Yeah, not good news. But we should have been expecting not-good-news.// he answers.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 28, 2009 14:27:48 GMT -5
//Either our planet doesn't exist or something drastic happened.// Neither was a possibility that Skystrike much liked and she slouched further in her seat, frowning intently at the datapad but no longer reading it.
The 'names' of the heralds earns a slight brow arch though.
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Post by fangsan on Dec 28, 2009 15:44:36 GMT -5
A low snarled growl came from under the table followed then by movement as Ravage rose up to his feet. The fear and worry he was showing a few moments ago was replaced by annoyed frustration. //There is something about Unicron in their data but I was locked out before I could get to it...But there is also nothing about Cybertron meaning either its not in this universe of its not important to those here.//
Ravage stood however and moved out from under the table, briefly looking back to the others sat around he shook his head and broke his silence at last. "Something is up. I'm going to try and find out what it is." He answered with a low growl and turned, if no one stopped him he'd be walking out of the bar. ___________
Unless stopped out of thread.
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Post by Dead End on Dec 31, 2009 21:05:26 GMT -5
"Would that even be possible?" Dead End asks Misfire. "Even Monacus wasn't quite this, ah... frenetic."
// Well, at least they're not Galvatron, Cyclonus and Scourge. I don't suppose those names ring a bell? They're not from my reality, that I know of. // He set down his drink and stared at the slightly dented cup. "I need a refill."
// Considering that chunks of Cybertron are littering Gillanan III, I'd say something drastic happened, // Dead End replies drily.
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Post by Misfire on Dec 31, 2009 22:53:27 GMT -5
//Dead End, I really, really suggest against you launching into one of your worst case scenario monologues right now.// The normally affable Misfire's voice is flat, hard. It's so different from his normal voice that Aimless even stops to look up at his partner, at the same time reaching to put a calming hand on the Misfire's now-clenched fist.
//Bad news is one thing. Chunks of Cybertron is one thing. Not existing is a whole 'nother matter.// He glares at Skystrike, as if she's spoken some sort of blasphemy.
//Wasn't expecting good news. Just wasn't expecting...no news.// Misfire finishes quietly.
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Post by Needlenose on Jan 1, 2010 21:33:01 GMT -5
//What'd'ya know?// Needlenose opens up over the radio, tone more amused than it has a right to be. //They got it wrong. No news isn't good news.//
He looks over at the departing Ravage and jerks his thumb after the catbike. "What's up with him?" he asks, taking a light small sip of his drink.
Traya returns with Skystrike's, Misfire's and Aimless's orders. "So, anything else for ya'?" she asks, in a tone that can be easily translated into, 'I've got other customers, you know.'
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jan 2, 2010 10:16:42 GMT -5
Skystrike rumbles in farewell as Ravage takes his leave before catching Misfire's glare over the datapad. She shoots the other flier a particularly dark look in return. As if she liked the idea of Cybertron not being there anymore than he did.
Without Cybertron there was... something. This world. Other worlds. But the dark, half-dead metal planet was what they'd fought for. Conquered for. To protect its existence and resources had been the very reason for her being built. There would always be something to fight, but losing the reason for fighting was-
//Cybertron still exists. Perhaps just not here.// The seeker lightly sets the dented datapad down before answering Needlenose, "Nothing that would drive him to stupidity, I hope."
"Thank you, and no," she mutters to Traya afterwards.
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Post by Dead End on Jan 3, 2010 20:12:49 GMT -5
Dead End looks after the departing cat. "Keep in touch, Ravage."
// A bit of advice, Misfire: prepare yourself for the worst case. Anything else will only be better, and you can still deal with the worst case if you are prepared. I do not think the case is a good one; it may not be the worst case. I have a few ideas of my own, but, as you wish... // Dead End's voice on the radio is monotone and emotionless.
To Traya, he sounds mildly apologetic. "Ah, I could use a refill. Thank you for you patience, m'dear. You've been quite helpful."
// Do give the lady a decent tip, Needlenose. I have no idea if it's the custom in Pz-Zazz, but it's a useful American custom... especially if it's not a local custom. //
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Post by Misfire on Jan 3, 2010 21:59:25 GMT -5
Misfire starts to snap back at Dead End, but catches himself. The Stunticon is terminally morose, and blessing him out will not help the situation.
Instead he merely adds his thanks to the waitress and settles back in his chair.
He could really use that drink.
Fading out soonish? Unless you've something else plannned?
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Post by Needlenose on Jan 4, 2010 10:51:32 GMT -5
Needlenose just... looks at Dead End for several moments, his antennae laid back halfway. Finally, he activates his radio. //Dead End, darhling, you might be surprised to learn this, but you don't need to have been built on Earth to understand what tipping is. I do consider myself a pretty fair student of culture, even for planets I haven't been built on.// He is a trend-watcher, after all. //Now, sweets, try not to let the shock cause any nasty voltage spikes in your CPU. That would be such a shame.// //Oh, and tipping is customary here. Believe me, Pz-Zazz fully favors any and all means of milking income from its visitors. Though the bar will be expecting a cut from her.// Needlenose peers up at Traya. "Ah, yes, do refill his drink, won't you? And then we'll see about settling the bill. I think you'll find me under your system as CanuleNez?" Traya looks down at her ordering pad and taps on it. Then she blinks, startled. "Ah, yeah, there you are!" She enters Dead End's refill into her ordering pad. "All righty, I'll be right back with that," she says before turning and bouncing off to to the bar. OOC: Well, I'm cool with a fade-out, though some might want to respond to Needlenose's indignation. You guys have milked poor Traya for all the useful info she has, however.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jan 5, 2010 22:23:42 GMT -5
Being someone who doesn't have much experience with tipping, Skystrike makes a mental note of the subject for future use. Then, feeling content with her meager role in the conversation, the seeker goes onto fiddling with her drink.
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Post by Dead End on Jan 5, 2010 22:51:26 GMT -5
Dead End stares back, impassive as ever behind the mask and visor.
// Unfortunately I was never issued my copy of the Needlenose User Manual, or I'm sure I would know that, // he replies drily over the radio. // Considering that most of the Earth-based Decepticons I knew thought 'tipping' was something done to sheepacrons and loaded 747s on the runway, I should have obviously known that you were an avid student of human customs. //
--- OOC: fade-out, if we ever finish this conversation .. ;-)
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