Starscream
Major
"Sometimes I can almost feel it!"
strangely enough, male.
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Post by Starscream on Jan 1, 2010 23:58:03 GMT -5
Starscream smiles, the words of the cop are music to his ears. "I will give you a frequency you can reach me on. We'll ensure that we have sufficient means to appeal to the judge we are facing."
To the two Decepticons, he radios, //you will be dismissed as SOON as you hand your chips and grenade over. I'll reimburse you, of course.// Assuming he doesn't forget. Which he might well do.
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Post by Long Haul on Jan 3, 2010 0:11:13 GMT -5
"Good, good," the Cop says. He looks towards the car, then back up at Starscream. "But if you don't mind, we need to be wrapping our... negotiations up."
So he can see about fleecing both sides, despite assurances.
Meanwhile, Long Haul nods at Springer, then shrugs. He leans over and mutters, "Yeah, but that don't mean I trust them any better."
Long Haul may never have been to Pz-Zazz before, but he's spent a good deal of time in the rougher areas of Cybertron. Cybertron may not have been this bad, but the Constructibot can recognize certain themes.
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Post by Springer on Jan 6, 2010 12:33:11 GMT -5
Springer glances side to side, then looks down at his hands as he nods.
"...well, they didn't disable my mounted guns. Nor ask me if I was carrying any others. If it really goes south, at least I'm still armed."
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Jan 6, 2010 22:20:25 GMT -5
Duskwing looks quickly at Starscream. Drat, the boss noticed! "Huh? Oh yeah, be right there."
The dark blue and purple jet saunters over while digging around his cockpit. He holds out a grimy fist holding a small handful of energon chips. "Sorry, ain't got much. Rationing and all."
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Mistwind
Major
Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Jan 7, 2010 4:44:56 GMT -5
Mistwind keeps standing, watching his protective shield Duskwing slink off from where they are. ‘Oh blast! Have to get out of here and after him!’ Without getting shot, that is.
His mind is saved half the trip as Starscream undoes his mental chain faster than he can blink; Mistwind brightens like a sunbeam. //Immediately, Sir!// He slips past, unbolts a grenade and places it in one of the jet’s hands. Elseway he just lays it down on the ground if he can’t reach Starscream’s hands //Going to fulfill duties elsewhere!// Then he bolts straight past the returning Duskwing towards wherever: “Race you, Sir!”
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Starscream
Major
"Sometimes I can almost feel it!"
strangely enough, male.
Posts: 945
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Post by Starscream on Jan 7, 2010 14:59:16 GMT -5
Starscream winces. //The idea was to do so discreetly.// He supposes he shouldn't blame anyone but himself for Duskwing not grasping the finer point of the situation without strict external.
Nevertheless, what is done is done. Starscream wipes the grimy chips off as best he can (toying with the idea of deducting a cleaning charge when Duskwing gets reimbursed) and hands them, the grenade and uses them to supplement his own generous bribe.
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Post by Long Haul on Jan 7, 2010 22:41:31 GMT -5
The humanoid eyes the various items he's been handed. He's really not so sure he can make this stuff useful, but he figures it's worth a try.
And, just in case it is, he keeps up playing nice. "Well, good to be meeting such concerned citizens as yourself," he smiles, looking back towards the squad car. "Now, if you'll excuse me, we'll see about getting these retched criminals off the streets, hmm?"
Meanwhile, inside the squad car, Long Haul stares at Springer for a moment... then mutters a curse.
"I left my welder outside onna ground."
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Post by Springer on Jan 13, 2010 21:41:10 GMT -5
Springer frowns as Long Haul points out his lack of welder.
"I left my rifle, too. Hope the cops or one of our guys gets it."
Springer rests his elbow on the door of the car, then rests his head in said hand, looking rather unamused.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Jan 16, 2010 18:17:10 GMT -5
Duskwing looks around a bit shiftily. "Uh, yeah, so we're dismissed now like you said. Me and the kid are goin' to town to, uh... shop. Yeah. We gonna shop for stuff for trade."
He glances down at Mistwind, and notices that someone dropped their guns on the ground. Duskwing gives Mistwind a significant look, then looks at the dropped guns. Maybe someone ought to pick those up so they don't get lost?
--- Out-of-thread unless Starscream orders otherwise
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Mistwind
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Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Jan 17, 2010 8:45:34 GMT -5
Duskwing can pick up the guns if he really wants to. Mistwind won't mind.
The little Con cannot return//comprehend the look as he's only gaining distance from the seeker, heading towards the downtown district. Right before he would leave the Con's field of view, he turns around. Mistwind sighs disappointedly, whispering probably out of hearing range, "You guys so don't know how to play."
----------------------------------- On thread border, out unless called back
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Starscream
Major
"Sometimes I can almost feel it!"
strangely enough, male.
Posts: 945
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Post by Starscream on Jan 20, 2010 5:34:15 GMT -5
Starscream happily picks up the rifle and weapon. Perhaps Hook or Mixmaster will like the latter, and he's certain someone will enjoy the notion of attacking Springer with his own weapon. Even if it is from a distance.
Stowing the weapons away, he offers a little 'ta-ta' wave to the two Autobots in the squad car before beginning to take off.
Starscream is out of thread too, unless the cops take issue with his appropriation.
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Post by Long Haul on Jan 20, 2010 9:38:28 GMT -5
OOC: Yes, they are.
The humanoid's eyes open wide. "Hey... hey!" he shouts, starting to chase after Starscream. "That's evidence, you bloody tin can! Give that back here!"
OOC: No pose from Long Haul himself, he's still in the cop car and I really do want to get this blasted thread ended, but it just makes no sense on so many levels to just let Starscream run off with that stuff.
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Post by Springer on Jan 20, 2010 20:22:02 GMT -5
Springer looks out the window, and watching Starscream nab his and Long Haul's gear, mutters a curse.
Apparently, Pz-Zazz operates under Murphy's Law.
--- OOC: Springer is also out-of-thread.
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