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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 23, 2010 21:28:08 GMT -5
"All right. No danger of dying, unless you do something to make things worse," Rodimus explains to Pyrite, looking up at the others. "There's still a lot more actual work to do to get things to one hundred percent, though, but getting some fuel in you will at least help. I haven't been able to figure out yet, but does your kind have internal self-repair systems?" In other words, will Pyrite heal any on his own, or will all his repairs have to be done 'manually,' so to speak?
He frowns at the mention of machines vanishing. "Sounds like its pretty worrisome, but unless they're the ones who did it," Rodimus jerks his head towards the restaurant exit, "I'm not sure how that leads to you running into us on the street."
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Post by Mirage on Jan 24, 2010 11:30:13 GMT -5
Mirage frowns again at Pyrite's words. "That is indeed most unsettling," he says.
A short pause, and he continues, "That lot did not seem subtle enough to engineer such a thing themselves, I feel. You must have been a bit too curious, were you?"
"The 'into thin air' type of vanishing, or the 'there were signs of a struggle, but we can't find him' type of vanishing?" he asks.
Mirage looks down at Spy Shot, then at Rodimus, expression thoughtful.
If only the little bot weren't so innocent. Mirage is hesitant to suggest a child go spying on such characters.
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 26, 2010 18:49:36 GMT -5
Alas, this is not the kind of restaurant that offers a colouring page.
"I have self repair capacity. It's mostly sapient models that have been taken, not simple drones," Pyrite murmurs, "I try not to be curious. Could get a man killed." He coughs up a bit of hydraulic fluid. "But for her..."
His gaze grows distant, and he admits, "My sister was taken. I've perhaps been poking around where I shouldn't have been. That brings you to meeting me naked in the street."
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jan 28, 2010 10:25:58 GMT -5
Suggest what you will, Mirage, Spy Shot is not afraid!
He is curious though, and Pyrite is bringing up a thousand questions he'd like to ask: What's the difference between a sapient model and a drone? Why is there a difference? How could being curious get a man killed? Robots can have sisters like humans? Does Pyrite also have a mother and father, then? How is indulging in curiosity related to nudity? Is Spy Shot 'naked' because he is curious?
However, he gets the impression that now is not the time to ask such things, not having much to do with the larger matter at hand, which seems to be the issue of disappearing robots and Pyrite being attacked. So, he bottles up all his questions inside, fidgets, and asks a simple: "Clarification?"
Maybe if Pyrite expands on his tale, some of his questions will be answered without having to ask.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 28, 2010 12:54:03 GMT -5
Rodimus just gives a brief nod as Pyrite answers his question concerning self-repair, and begins to finish his work and close up the system. His expression remains both severe and concerned as Pyrite tells his store, but at Spy Shot's one word question, he offers the small camera a brief smile.
"Yeah. There seem to be a lot of details left out of that little story. I can usually peg an embellished tail," he does listen to Kup's stories, after all, "but that seems pretty much the opposite. Stripped a little too bare." He turns a smile on Pyrite that looks uncomfortable on his lips and doesn't reach his eyes. "It seems like every question you answer just brings up a lot more questions."
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Post by Mirage on Jan 28, 2010 13:40:20 GMT -5
"The devil is in the details, isn't it?" Mirage muses, looking down at Pyrite, "You are very hesitant to share that devil. Afraid of scaring away possible assistance, or of finding out that our presence on the street was all too convenient a coincidence?"
Both are valid concerns, as Mirage see it, and he doesn't fault Pyrite for thinking either or both.
"Do you feel able to sit up on your own? he asks, "Perhaps you will be better able to tell your tale, if you are not in the arms of one you are unsure of."
//Rodimus, much as I am hesitant to suggest it...Spy Shot might be of more use gathering information on those characters who are most certainly waiting for us to leave. Though it would be better to wait until our drinks come before sending him out, if at all.//
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 30, 2010 20:57:30 GMT -5
Pyrite protests, "Your arms are fine! I... oh... well. Perhaps not in this kind of restaurant." He tries to get to his feet shakily.
Holding onto the table hard enough that he looks ready to break his hand, he says quietly, "I've never met any of you in my life. I appreciate the help, but... how do I know you're not behind the disappearances? Granted, I'm worth nothing. Maybe I'm not even worth tricking."
Pyrite stares at the table, as if about to dive into face-first.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jan 30, 2010 21:38:46 GMT -5
Spy Shot tilts his head up at Pyrite. "We are not behind the disappearances."
As far as Spy Shot is concerned, that's all that needs be said to prove their innocence, because it's the truth and he doesn't lie. The fact that Pyrite might not believe this doesn't occur to him, because, well, why wouldn't he tell the truth? The camera-bot is still working on the concept of lying.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 30, 2010 23:28:53 GMT -5
"Woah, woah!" Rodimus exclaims, standing up as Pyrite does so. He pushes one of the seats beneath him and orders, "Sit down. Now." Instinctively, he resorts to the Voice of Command, that tone that tends to get developed by people whose lives revolve around giving orders that usually get followed. "He asked you if could sit up, not stand. You won't be ready for that until you've fueled, and maybe not even then."
"Listen, we are complete strangers, and you've got no way to know we aren't lying. But if we were behind the disappearances, it wouldn't make much sense for us to get in the way of the folks who were coming after you." Then he smirks. "And besides, if we weren't new in town, we'd probably have a better idea on how to blend in around here."
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Post by Mirage on Jan 31, 2010 19:53:34 GMT -5
Mirage also reacts quickly and with concern when Pyrite stands. Automatically, the spy's hands come up to try and rest at Pyrite's waist. Mirage's intention is to both to help steady the actor and to gently urge him into the seat Rodimus has provided.
"Careful now," Mirage murmurs, "Don't undo Rodimus's work, now, or make it all for naught." He can't help but preen a bit inwardly at the actor's off-hand complement regarding being held in his arms. It is nice to know he still commands such...attention from strangers.
Not that the socialite-turned-spy ever really doubted that, of course.
"As Rodimus says, you don't know. We have not been on this world long, but long enough to have an...understanding of some things."
"So ask yourself: would it be so likely that- if we wished you harm- we would bother going to the trouble of repairing and refueling you, rather than let you expire from the guard's shot?"
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Post by SceneMod on Feb 1, 2010 23:54:15 GMT -5
Pyrite swoons into the chair that Rodimus prime and Mirage seem to be so interested in getting him into.
He makes a mental note of how manly, how commanding Rodimus Prime sounds, how... unlike hired help. Interesting.
Like a trained paranoiac, Pyrite suggests, "You could be trying to lull all the other mechanoids into a false sense of security, by presenting yourselves as provincial do-gooders."
But he's not a trained paranoiac. He's just someone who has lived on Pz-Zazz perhaps too long.
"But... maybe I'd like to be lulled."
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Feb 5, 2010 9:50:06 GMT -5
Spy Shot tilts his head in the other direction.
"We are not trying to lull all the other mechanoids-" He's prepared to repeat back everything Pyrite just said to make his point, but he pauses for a moment and decides it would perhaps be better to be concise. "We are not trying to do that thing you think we could be doing."
Hm, maybe just repeating would have been a better choice.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 5, 2010 22:25:12 GMT -5
Now that Pyrite doesn't appear to be in danger of sudden collapse anymore, Rodimus sits back down and addresses something said to him over the radio earlier.
//Why are you hesitant so suggest it?// he asks Mirage over the radio. //That's a good idea. I mean, normally I'd send you out instead, but since you're more or less the center of attention right now, that'd be counter productive.//
//Either way, between you and Spy Shot, if we do decide to look into this, we can probably figure things out whether this Pyrite tells us or not.//
With that in mind, Rodimus gives a casual shrug. "Be lulled or not. I gotta admit, I'm curious, sure, but it won't kill me not to know." He smirks. "In fact, from the sounds of things, knowing's more dangerous."
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Post by Mirage on Feb 7, 2010 11:34:49 GMT -5
//Aside from Spy Shot's obvious immaturity?// Mirage asks in return, one browridge quirking up as he looks over at Rodimus, //He lacks the ability to be...evasive. While he might not be immediately connected with us if seen, the question of 'What are you doing?' is most likely to be answered by some variation of 'Watching you in an unobtrusive manner.'//
//But he is our best option at the moment.//
To Pyrite Mirage says, "It might not kill Rodimus to not learn the whole of your story, but I will positively die from curiosity if you don't share it. Besides, I will likely be planetside for a decent while, and I'd rather prefer not to suddenly disappear."
Mirake smiles and settles back in his chair. Yes, bit of an inside joke there.
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Post by SceneMod on Feb 8, 2010 19:26:43 GMT -5
Pyrite seems to cede as Rodimus Prime and Mirage play Pretty Cop and Other Pretty Cop. In a wavering, quavery voice, he explains, "My sister was... is a singer. Good enough to pay the bills. I should spare you the hyperbole, but I always thought she sounds like an angel."
He sighs heavily. "Pz-Zazz is no place for angels. I tried to do skits at the venues she worked, keep an optic on her, but it doesn't always work out so well. I never should have let her take that one gig," he grimaces, self-recrimination dancing in his optics, "but I can't be her keeper."
"It was a very pricy joint. X. Caters to off-worlders. None of the security footage saw her leave. It was like she was lost into thin air."
Pyrite holds up his hands weakly, "I would know because I broke in and looked at the footage myself."
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