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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Feb 9, 2010 10:43:49 GMT -5
"Those don't sound like very good security cameras, if they missed an entire person going away." Spy Shot is confident that if he was a security camera, no one would ever leave an area without him seeing them.
While the conversation is fairly interesting, all this talking and not enough looking is making the camera-bot a bit fidgety, and so he gets up and patrols once around the edge of the table to see if there's anything interesting that he missed. Confident that he's investigated everything on the table he wants to, he finds a spot where he can watch some of what's going on beyond their table while still being able to see his companions, and folds up neatly into his small camera form.
Much more comfortable for sitting around.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 9, 2010 11:31:14 GMT -5
//Mirage, he managed to get by in a top secret government facility for years without getting noticed, and don't just assume that's because humans are less observant than we are. Heck, they're even closer to his size! I think he can manage, 'If anyone sees you, pretend to be an inanimate object, and if they try to pick you up and take you home, stop pretending, run until you find a place to hide, and then hide.'//
As Rodimus says this, Spy Shot folds into camera form. He looks down at the small device, then up at Mirage, a faint smirk playing on just the edge of his lips.
This doesn't stop him from listening carefully to Pyrite's story, and his mouth then pulls into a thoughtful frown. "Why'd you have to break in? Weren't they willing to help you find out what happened to her without that?" Because if they weren't, well... that says something right there, too.
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Post by Mirage on Feb 9, 2010 15:21:52 GMT -5
//I was unaware of his complete history. That does not change the fact that hiding oneself and performing surveillance are two very different processes.//
Mirage sighs over the radio, //I know it can't be helped, but he's such an innocent, Rodimus. I hate to see such innocence destroyed in yet another. Chalk it up to foolish sentiment if you wish.//
The spy looks a bit worried as Pyrite tells his tale.
"Yes, a quality establishment should be most eager to absolve itself of blame in such a situation. I don't suppose you were able to appropriate or copy the tapes before you were discovered?"
Because obviously, Pyrite was discovered.
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Post by SceneMod on Feb 14, 2010 21:02:57 GMT -5
Pyrite's expression turns a bit odd when Spy Shot turns into a tiny camera, as if he's suddenly unsure if he should really be telling these people anything.
But he soldiers on.
Pyrite laughs bitterly, "Oh, you really are new! Of course X didn't want to help. As far they're concerned, nothing happened. No one went missing. My Chal... my sister was never there. People just don't go missing at X. Just doesn't happen."
"No such luck," perhaps conveniently. "I don't really have the background, I'm afraid. I spent a night in the drunk tank." He shudders. "That brings me to being chased by those goons. I may have offended one of them in said drunk tank."
He coughs up something black, looking rather ill.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Feb 15, 2010 19:55:36 GMT -5
Whatever could be odd about him turning into a camera? It's his natural state after all!
Spy Shot finds himself a bit confused about what Pyrite is saying. "But... your sister was at X and went missing. How can she have never been there? How do people not go missing at X? Either it does happen or it does not."
You can almost see his poor overly-literal mind begin to smoke. Two contradicting statements about reality! One has to be incorrect. Give him a little bit and he'll make the mental leap that not everyone necessarily knows the reality of a situation, and he'll assume the people at X were just ignorant of the truth (and perhaps refusing to accept the truth after having it presented to them, how absurd!). Don't expect him to realize that X likely knows the truth, but is simply being dishonest about it.
He watches with fascination as Pyrite hacks up black. Is that supposed to happen?
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 16, 2010 9:26:55 GMT -5
//He's here. Now. With us. And I don't see how opening all of us to a sneak attack is a better way to preserve his innocence than trying to explore scouting options. On the other hand, he is a lot more vulnerable than you or me. I can just go out first and deal with whatever comes up.//
Rodimus Prime still retains a certain level of Hot Rod's youthful arrogance, and when he's not constantly questioning himself, that tendency to dive right into things himself and just assume he'll work out some way to deal with the problem on the way takes the forefront.
"Woah, woah!" Rodimus exclaims, leaning forward to check on Pyrite when the dark robot starts coughing up questional substances. "Careful there!" he commends, checking the wound once more. "So, those guys aren't actually connected to the disappearances? At least as far as you know, I mean." He gives Spy Shot a quick nod. "And you're right. Either it does or doesn't. Either someone's got their facts wrong, or someone's out and out lying."
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Post by Mirage on Feb 16, 2010 13:13:56 GMT -5
//That is not what I said at all, Rodimus.// The spy's voice is a shade cool, //And your eagerness to place yourself first in fire, while seeming admirable and in character at the moment, is beginning to vex me.//
"Oh dear," Mirage murmurs, interrupted in his upset by Pyrite's coughing. He moves to kneel by the wounded robot, one hand trying to rest on Pyrite's knee and the other on his shoulder, offering both comfort and stability. "Where is that waitress? You need fuel to get your self-repair working properly."
//There is no reason for it,// Mirage continues, voice now more even, //when we can possibly simply avoid making more of a scene in a place where scene-makers are handled with such finality as this.// He cuts his optics toward at Pyrite's wound. //Send the child out, and in the future I shall refrain from voicing my foolish concerns.//
"This, ah, hasn't explained how you wound up in your unclothed state. Or does the constabulary make a habit of stripping the incarcerated?" Mirage's tone is quite gentle now, worried and a tad uncomfortable. The phrasing is as delicate as he can make it, but still- it is an indelicate matter.
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Post by SceneMod on Feb 24, 2010 21:29:17 GMT -5
"Reality is just a commodity like anything else, and here on Pz-Zazz, it is bought and sold," Pyrite explains to Spy Shot, his tone unusually gentle and mournful.
Pyrite shrugs. "The goons outside? I doubt it. They lack the subtly involved in the vanishings. Just... me and my mouth were in the wrong place at the wrong time." He smiles wanly. "I'm an actor. I know the value of a quick-change - letting them grab my clothing rather than grab me seemed desirable at the time."
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Feb 25, 2010 11:35:58 GMT -5
Spy Shot is silent for a long moment as he tries to work over what Pyrite just said. Reality as a commodity? How can that work? Reality is what is. How can you change what is through monetary exchange? Could he suddenly change the reality of his being a camera that turns into a robot by paying money? He's fairly certain that reality is more immutable than that. This is surely the most confused the camera-bot has ever been. He's almost downright frustrated!
"But... it's reality," he protests.
Spy Shot is not the most useful 'Bot to have around when attempting to have an important conversation.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 25, 2010 15:55:40 GMT -5
//If by 'refraining from voicing your concerns' you mean that next time you make a suggestion you're not going to spend the next five minutes arguing about why your suggestion is the wrong thing to do, then yeah, I'd think some sort of restraint's would be in order,// Rodimus snaps over the radio at Mirage, glaring at him as he does. He frowns as he turns to listen to Spy Shot's protests. Really, the little camera is pretty naive, when it comes right down to it. On the other hand, it's beginning to sound like just sending him out with some very precise and careful instructions might be a lot less disorienting than keeping him in here.
"What he means, Spy Shot, is if you offer the right people enough money, they will pretend to think certain things or claim things happened that didn't, and if enough people are saying a thing, others start to believe it for real. Even though it's not truth, it becomes 'reality' for those people." More or less.
The young Prime frowns and looks around the room, checking, perhaps, for the drinks. Perhaps this is one of those places where customers (even the naked ones) are expected to spend hours talking before their food proper arrives?
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Post by Mirage on Feb 27, 2010 20:04:21 GMT -5
Mirage meets Rodimus's glare with a cool look of his own, though the spy refrains from saying anything else. Make no mistake, though; the matter is not closed- just shelved for the time being.
"Ah, that I can understand," Mirage says to Pyrite. There's a shade of relief in the spy's voice as he continues, "Small sacrifices to prevent a larger."
He tries to pat Pyrite on the shoulder, "Though a sacrifice of fashion is not so small a one, is it?" he says, smirking slightly.
Mirage stands, stretches slightly, then returns to his seat. "Reality- much like morality and normality- is a relative concept, my young friend," he says to Spy Shot, "Like Rodimus says, perception and belief of the individual is actually what creates it."
And Mirage ought to know.
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Post by SceneMod on Feb 28, 2010 22:26:55 GMT -5
The drinks totally arrive! There are even extra sparklers on Spy Shot's drink, which is probably why it took so long. The whole 'glass' is crafted to look like a mad-science workshop, with spinning gears, elcetricity arcing between poles, mysterious smoke, and different sections of buddling liquids in different colours. it probably glows in the dark.
It is also bigger than Spy Shot.
The other drinks are more sedate but good quality.
The waitress smiles slightly and inquires, "Is everything to your satisfaction?"
Pyrite thinks that the doctor-bodyguard has delivered a rather eloquent discussion of the nature of reality. Well-spoken, that one, if informal. Sharp. Perceptive. he shakes his head and says sadly, "After a night in the drunk tank, that outfit was a loss, anyway."
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Mar 4, 2010 9:38:18 GMT -5
Spy Shot feels like arguing further about the nature of reality, but he thinks that might end up as a discussion about money and things people do with it, and discussions involving money never end in a satisfying manner for him. Better to just drop it, especially since the drinks are here.
As his own drink is set down, Spy Shot makes a sound rather like a gasp, and in a flurry of clicks and whirs is quite suddenly a robot again, dashing over to the flashy drink. What do you mean he's supposed to ingest this? Surely it is a feast for the eyes! And merrily he drinks in the sight of it.
"I am very satisfied!" He says to the waitress.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 4, 2010 10:14:31 GMT -5
Rodimus can't help an amused grin at Spy Shot's reaction to his drink. He then turns his smile on the waitress and adds, "As am I." He glances over at Pyrite making sure the alien robot's own drink works for him. With his systems in the shape they're in, that's the most important matter.
Rodimus picks up his own glass and takes a tentative sip, considering matters. Too fancy for him, and really, probably too fancy for his species - his systems will have a time with conversions and filtering, he's sure, but it's just for now and just for looks. Not quite like having to cross a continent on improper fuel, as he did when he first arrived in this universe.
"Very good," he lies with a convincing smile as he takes another sip.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 4, 2010 12:02:32 GMT -5
Mirage not only smiles but laughs at Spy Shot's pleasure.
"I'm glad I chose well for you, my little friend. Do enjoy," he says as he takes a sip from his own drink.
"Hmm." Much like Rodimus Mirage is considering what the drink will do to his systems. Unlike Rodimus, though, Mirage is rather enjoying the subtle nuances of the fuel blend.
"Yes, I do believe that will do nicely. A bit on the sweet side, but then most Blues are," he gives the waitress a dazzling smile, "We've decided the brulee will be the only additional item for us tonight. Thank you ever so much, my dear."
He looks down as Pyrite discusses his lost outfit, "You have a point. We can see about getting you some new clothes when you are showing me the best fashion houses." Yes, Mirage still wants to try those clothes things.
Once the waitress is gone, he asks, "Your sister...other than her voice, was there anything about her that might make her a target?"
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