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Post by SceneMod on Mar 4, 2010 19:04:16 GMT -5
The waitress gives Spy Shot a warm smile. What a polite little tyke! Even if his guardians are crazed nudists wrapped up in some conspiracy. At least they have their heads on straight with regards to child-rearing. (She has no idea that they're planning to send Spy Shot off to spy on thugs.)
She assures, "You all are very welcome. I'll put in that brulee order." Then, she starts to move back toward the kitchen.
Pyrite seems able to keep his drink down, though he only takes small sips and swallows slowly. As someone who has lived on Pz-Zazz for a while, he can cope with the fuels just fine. A little shyly, he admits, "She was considered to be very beautiful, for one of my species. I shudder to think what..." He does shudder, unable to finish his statement.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Mar 6, 2010 14:22:19 GMT -5
Spy Shot is very well-behaved for a feral child, especially compared to his 'siblings'. Then again, none of them really had the chance to develop beyond vicious and reactionary.
The camera-bot is quite absorbed with being delighted by his sparkling, bubbling, spinning, smoking, multicolored concoction, and is unlikely to pay attention to much else for awhile, unless someone addresses him directly. It's such a pretty drink.
Skippable for now.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 6, 2010 19:58:50 GMT -5
Rodimus is not just a crazed nudist. He's a very determined one, too. One doesn't get a paint job like his if one intends to cover it up!
He looks up and watches the waitress leave, then looks down at Spy Shot. It'll be time to spend the camera-bot feral child out to risk his life shortly.
Then he looks over at Pyrite, considering. "Is there any... anything those who went missing had in common? Are they all attractive? Singers? Something else? I mean, besides being robots."
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Post by Mirage on Mar 7, 2010 22:12:45 GMT -5
Mirage really does need to go rock the Fashion District after this, if only to prove he is not a crazed nudist. He simply didn't understand the local custom!
He follows Rodimus's questions with, "And have they all vanished from random places, or is there a pattern?"
Mirage watches the wounded robot with no small amount of concern. At least the fuel should help. He frowns as something Pyrite said sparks another question.
"By the by, what species are you?"
Not that Mirage will recognize it. Mirage has never met any robotic species that weren't Cybertronians!
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 8, 2010 19:16:38 GMT -5
"Mmm... not really... labourers, construction workers, thugs, pit fighters, dancers, singers," he sighs heavily, "mechanics, engineers... anyone with marketable skills, I suppose."
Pyrite gets the impression that Spy Shot doesn't usually get fancy drinks like that. Interesting. Yet Mirage can afford a bodyguard and personal physician...
He considers, taking tiny sips of his drink, and he replies, "Hmm. All relatively near a freight spaceport, I suppose."
Another sip. "I'm a Rock Lord."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 8, 2010 21:55:53 GMT -5
Rodimus has met robotic species that aren't Cybertronian - several, in fact, though he's never encountered Rock Lords, either. The name doesn't seem to make much of an impact, since Rodimus is well aware that there are plenty of robotic species out there he wasn't already aware of, but the other information does. Rodimus opens his optics wider. "Freight spaceport? Where they could be easily shipped off planet." He pulls back his lips in something like a snarl as he leaps to a conclusion. "Slave trade."
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Post by Mirage on Mar 9, 2010 12:26:29 GMT -5
Mirage can afford a lot of things! He just hasn't have the opportunity to show that since he got displaced. Spoiling Spy Shot is no trouble, and the little camera deserves a bit of spoiling, Mirage things. Rodimus deserves spoiling too, but much as Mirage would like to be the one doing the spoiling, he things Rodimus's attentions lie elsewhere.
Even if the Prime did agree to hear Mirage out on the subject, at some point.
Pyrite's revelations bring Mirage to the same conclusions as Rodimus even as the Prime gives voice to it. The spy's expression grows glacial, haughty and hard.
"Yes," he says, voice clipped,"It fits the pattern."
It seems this is an Issue for the spy.
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 11, 2010 20:35:46 GMT -5
Pyrite looks startled as both Rodimus Prime and Mirage comes to the same conclusion. He sits upright and then promptly sees stars from the exertion and slumps back down, looking a little defeated. Pyrite clasps his hands to his face and moans, "Oh, no! Oh no no no! Granted, the alternatives aren't pretty... there's been no ransom, there's never any ransom or demands, not that I could pay it, but..."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 11, 2010 23:46:07 GMT -5
Rodimus frowns as he considers things. He doesn't like the answer - it's just the first one that occurs to him. He nods. "Well, I could be wrong," he allows, taking another sip of his drink.
He looks around the room and then smiles sadly. "But... maybe we should discuss more details later? I mean, so that we can enjoy our meal now."
OOC: Propose fade-out to the meal, since the follow-on thread is already in progress.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 12, 2010 20:06:56 GMT -5
Mirage quickly reaches out to try and pat Pyrite's arm reassuringly. "As Rodimus says, it is not necessarily that." He doesn't offer any alternatives, however. All the ones he can think of are in their own way just as worrisome.
"I agree with him, however; let us finish our drinks, and let your regain your strength. We can get more information afterward."
I'm good w/ if a fade if you guys are.
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 16, 2010 19:24:22 GMT -5
Pyrite murmurs, "And yet, why don't I feel hungry anymore?"
OOC: Okay. We can just assume that thanks to Spy Shot being awesome, we sneak around the thugs. Someone can lock the thread.
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