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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 3, 2009 10:41:55 GMT -5
//... I see.// The big spider. The smaller one had merely been a nuisance. Imagine what the big one would be like.
Skystrike's face darkened with an irritated scowl before she shook her helm and straightened from the slight slouch she'd gotten into. The seeker peers after the cops before turning towards Misfire with a thoughtful rumble.
"That was strange," she concludes after a moment.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 3, 2009 12:28:32 GMT -5
Ultra Magnus holds Sentinel Prime's leash, and Ultra Magnus isn't here. Ultra Magnus could probably shout some sense into Sentinel Prime as he has his little mental breakdown.
Heck, even Jazz would be helpful. Maybe even the Twins.
Sentinel Prime exclaims, "Trap? Yes, yes! This was all a Decepticon trap! Stupid Decepticon crashed ships and their stupid spiders... it's always spiders and Decepticons, always...."
He is, embarrassingly, wrestled into the back of the cop car.
//Don't pretend to be her!//
//Don't you lie to me! I know you're switching frequencies and teasing me about my... my...//
//I HATE SPIDERS.//
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Dec 3, 2009 13:08:14 GMT -5
"It was," Misfire agrees, expression thoughtful as he watches the cops struggle with getting Sentinel into their car.
"Hmmm, I think if we just take off it may be a bit too telling. Want to wander down the way, act like we're taking in the sights?"
Once they get Sentinel into the car's backseat, the cops drive off, lights flashing.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 3, 2009 13:29:39 GMT -5
Switching frequencies?
Blackarachnia scowls. Is someone else daring to play with her prey?
She didn't share them then. She won't share them now.
A quick transform, and she scurries back up the wall to the rooftops. Time to go see her other long lost beau and remind him of what he lost.
Out of thread.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 3, 2009 14:09:52 GMT -5
"Tourist mode activated," Skystrike answers with a snort, watching the police cars retreat. She glances around and blinks at the general setting as if seeing it for the first time.
"I suppose we'll be gawking at hookers, then?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 3, 2009 16:56:03 GMT -5
In the back of the cop car, there is conveniently a thing that blocks those stuck in the back seat from using the radio. So the voices are gone from Sentinel Prime's head. There's just him shouting insinuations that the two cops are, in fact, spiders in disguise. They've probably heard worse. - - - Out of thread due to being taken to the funny farm.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Dec 4, 2009 18:49:20 GMT -5
Misfire makes a look of distaste and rubs the back of his head. It's a move that those who might make a habit of studying him may come to associate with his being nervous and/or embarrassed.
"I'd rather not, really. Never did understand those who liked that scene. Um.."
"Oh, but Needlenose and some others are down the way. He says we can join them."
We can go back and forth a couple more times if you like, or skip straight to Mech about Town, whichever!
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 5, 2009 6:51:46 GMT -5
"I get the impression that this is going to be a very energetic excursion," Skystrike says after a moment of quiet consideration. "Where are they?"
We can probably skip over?
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Dec 5, 2009 10:58:26 GMT -5
Misfire pauses a minute, realize he hadn't gotten Needlenose's exact location. Hrm. Ah, well, they'll find him. "Down toward the far end, of this run, I think." He begins to wander down the sidewalk, walking slow enough that Aimless can easily keep base beside them. "My kinda place," the Nebulan says enthusiastically, "Great thing about gambling districts, is you can almost always get free vouchers for food, drink, and the like because they want to you to keep busting the bank at the tables and slots." By the time they reach the the faux futuristic casino where the others are, Aimless will have more than a handful of said vouchers for most every place. Street hawkers. Gotta love 'em. Okays! You can make the cross post over, and we'll close this thread, then!
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 5, 2009 14:11:04 GMT -5
"You think," the seeker rumbles flatly as they begin walking. She only glances down at Aimless to make sure she wouldn't step on the little thing before ignoring him for most of the walk.
Well, as much as anyone could ignore a noisy squishy.
Out of thread and onto another!
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