Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Feb 1, 2010 4:46:03 GMT -5
"Thank you, Sir" Mistwind cautiously steps forward, eyeing the table's contents. "It's different out here, I keep myself safe? It's alright to have something that will help me do that?"
He looks directly at the Decepticon now: "but not connected to me...?"
With all the guns around and bots seeming to know exactly what they're talking about, he's becoming more and more aware of how he does not share in that. Intimidating? Yes. But it would probably be foolish to admit that he has never wielded true firearms before.... He does not want to hear that laughter around him.
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 1, 2010 19:30:31 GMT -5
Duskwing looks suspiciously at Prowl. "Yeah, well you better not try nothin' or I'll blow youse CPUs clear to orbit. On account a protectin' my fellow peaceful merchant here, see?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll talk to Hook 'bout getting clearance for it. You got one you can show me what it does?" Duskwing says impatiently. "Oh, heya Shorty. Found more toys?"
"Mist, Swindle here was saying somethin' on the radio 'bout havin' small rocket launchers for guys your size and smaller. Youse might wanna look at those, see if you like 'em. Rocket launchers let you hit harder than you look," Duskwing says. "You ever seen how I can trash the place with my cluster bombs?"
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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 Feb 4, 2010 10:16:09 GMT -5
((Making this post to allow the thread to continue - this should not affect posting order))
Mistwind almost stands to ask for one such weapon, until he falls silent, thinking.
"I'm sorry, this is a very, very bad thing.... for now" He concludes, backing off into the crowd.
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Shortround
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Post by Shortround on Feb 5, 2010 6:28:48 GMT -5
Shortround thinks to himself for a few seconds. Now, what weapons could he use? Well, nothing ranged, he's a bad enough shot as is, and giving him more firepower is just asking for trouble...
And then, Mistwind leaves. Shortround blinks, and watches him leave. "... Huh, that was... Odd" Shortround says, scratching his head with a claw, before turning back to Swindle "What about like... Uh, something to improve aim?" he asks, obviously clueless.
To Duskwind, he sighs. "I know they're here somewhere Duskwing, but I don't know where. I will have found them by the end of this, trust me..."
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Post by Prowl on Feb 7, 2010 20:56:12 GMT -5
Prowl's optic band narrows as he looks it over a few more times. "Hmm," he says, tapping a finger against the hilt in thought. He flinches a bit upon feeing an odd resonating feeling in the hilt1. That is not a normal feeling for a blade's hilt, and he knows this. His poker face stays in place, despite his thoughts.
"You make it hard for one to have credits left over to support oneself... 450?" Prowl pushes the price a bit down in hopes of sparing a bit of his credits from loss.
1. As per permission from Swindle's player, Prowl can suspect something with the sword. Call it ninja-instincts acting up.
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Swindle
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This space for rent.
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Post by Swindle on Feb 8, 2010 20:28:54 GMT -5
Swindle smiles at the Micromaster, opening his storage compartment. "Let me show you some of my stock, " he says, rummaging around. To anyone who's never seen him make use of his private storage dimension, seeing Swindle plunge his arm up to his elbow into a tray that doesn't look deep enough to accommodate it may be a little disconcerting. "Ah, here's a fine one right here!" He pulls a Light Anti-Tank Weapon out of his drawer. It has 'Property of United States Army' printed on it. "That'll come right off," Swindle assures Mistwind.
To Duskwing, he says "I'm afraid it'll take me a solar cycle or two to whip up a demonstration model. I don't have anything appropriate in stock at the moment." As Mistwind leaves, Swindle stretches an arm out after him, shouting, "Come back! I haven't sold you anything yet!" When the little Decepticon finally fades into the crowd, Swindle sighs and replaces the rocket launcher in his chest compartment.
Swindle cheers up at Shortround's request, his smile resuming its usual place. "Well, I have scopes, targeting software, devices to improve the ballistic quality of your ammunition. . .the list goes on! I don't carry any toys, though I do have child-sized weapons. The 'My First Laser Pistol' line is very popular."
Finally giving his attention back to Prowl, he puts a hand to his chest dramatically. "You certainly drive a hard bargain, Prowl! 450 it is, but that's as low as I can go. I'm practically cutting my own fuel lines."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 9, 2010 8:56:56 GMT -5
Duskwing stares blankly at Mistwind as the kid backs off, babbling. He stares for a while, ignoring Swindle.
"Huh."
Then he turns back to Swindle, measuring him with his gaze. "Yeah? Well I ain't plunkin' down no chips sight unseen! Do I look dumb to you?"
Duskwing turns his head and glares at Prowl. One arm twitches slightly, and there's a soft whine of an arm gun beginning to charge, then it drains off again. "Better watch dis guy, Swindle. He might try to stick you with dat t'ing and take it."
His attention goes back to Swindle, though Duskwing keeps turning his head in short, sharp twitches toward Prowl, reluctant to let the Autobot out of his peripheral sight. The dark blue Seeker frowns slightly. "How many chips we talkin' bout, anywho?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 10, 2010 12:41:03 GMT -5
The bazaar is so full of neat things! Nifty, shiny, frabjulous things!
If Pee-Dee had any money to start with, she wouldn't have any by the time she reaches Swindle's shop. Mysteriously, she does arrive at Swindle's shop with something she didn't enter the bazaar with - a lurid green length of cloth wrapped around her hips in a sarong.
"Howdy, pilgrims!"
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Feb 10, 2010 20:25:01 GMT -5
With a lot of dismayed cries from people who just got a few minitons of steel forcing their fleshy bodies aside, there's a panting Mistwind whirring, clicking, and looking slightly dented. Now his frame dents rather easily for mecha terms, but for organics it would still be a remarkable feat to accomplish. He promptly raises his hand, "rocket launcher, please".
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Post by Prowl on Feb 16, 2010 20:57:45 GMT -5
ooc: Skipping Shortround
"Mm, I'm sure you are," Prowl is trying his best to not look annoyed beyond belief. He keeps his straight face as he pulls out his credits and sorts out the 450 credits, then offers them to Swindle. He glances over at the newcomer, Pee-Dee, and then shakes his head just a bit, just slightly, then glances over at Mistwind, but says nothing. His finger taps again at the hilt.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Feb 17, 2010 13:36:08 GMT -5
"Duskwing, Duskwing," Swindle replies to the Seeker, shaking his head, "I'd never dream of asking you to pay up front for something I haven't even invented yet. It's just bad business! The best customer is a repeat customer, I always say." He taps a finger on the counter-top thoughtfully as he continues "At the moment I'm thinking in the thousands of credits range. We're talking about a custom-built weapon here! But we can settle price once it's built, hm?"
As Pee-Dee approaches, Swindle's face lights up. "Well, I'll be! A Junkion! Wonderful people, the Junkions, always willing to trade energon for scrap metal. What can I do for you today, ma'am?"
And then Mistwind is back, and the rocket launcher re-emerges from the storage compartment as Swindle welcomes the Micromaster back.
Taking Prowl's proffered credits, Swindle files them in his storage compartment, which dings like a cash register. "Thank you, sir! Enjoy your new sword. Would you like a bag?" The SUV reaches under the counter and pulls out a plastic bag with the Decepticon sigil and his invented Decepticon Mercantile Consortium logo printed on it.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 17, 2010 20:09:00 GMT -5
Duskwing puzzles that out for a bit. "You build your own weapons? Cool! Thousands, huh?"
He frowns. "Thousands. Yeah. I'm gonna have to do some fund raising. Figure I'll have it by the time youse got it built, see, an--"
Sharp turn of the head. Red optics glow angrily, and he glares suspiciously at Prowl. Did the Autobot or his buddies do this? "Mistwind? Who bust you up? Tell me where da bum is, 'cause I'm gonna put some dents in his head!"
"Swindle, you give him dat rocket launcher on credit, on account of youse know where we live." And I know where you live, Duskwing would have added, but he figures it sounds too violent for 'peaceful merchants'. "Us peaceful merchants gotta defend ourselves from all these violent thugs, see?"
Duskwing stares suspiciously at Pee-Dee for a good while. "Junky-on-what? Youse all rusty! Don't get close to me, I don't wanna catch what youse got."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 17, 2010 20:47:22 GMT -5
Pee-Dee's optics blink as Swindle identifies her as a Junkion. The aesthetics are more from Optimus's universe, and she's had to explain Junkions to a lot of people who aren't from her neck of the multiversal woods. Someone who knows what she is- That's kind of nice.
Also, he looks kind of like a guy who stopped by Junk now and then. "Swindle! What's a girl gotta do in a town like this to find a man who'll make her a deal? These guys here are all 'buy our stuff for 99.99.99!!'1 Not a deal, let me tell you. Justice for money/How much more can I pay?2"
She blinks again, tipping her head in Duskwing's general direction. "What I've got? Well, I hope you aren't catching my DVDs or my chips, because then I won't have them anymore!"
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1. "This is Mike the TV, coming to you live from downtown Mainframe!"
2. "Half-Penny, Two-Penny", Styx
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Feb 17, 2010 21:58:13 GMT -5
Mistwind scowls as he approaches Swindle, who’s holding the weapon. But there is more lust for vengeance to drown out the hesitations here. When Duskwing declares anger to the damages sustained, Mistwind glances up at him, intimidated. “It- it will not happen again, Duskwing Sir, some natives and Mistwind collided…. They did not approve…. I…. ” Annoyed and shameful blushing, “I have been taught well”
More annoyed and slightly hissing, he adds to Duskwing’s personal short frequency, //to make sure I can annihilate them next time.//
The Con child bravely turns to Swindle once more, outstretching both hands openly “Swindle sir, to keep safe ours against them (casts a short glance at the Autobot present), please equip me for primary directive“ The slight chance of his head tilting a notch downwards would be hardly noticeable, but for some reason he looks slightly less cute, and more Con, “Defensives”
No, he does not have a single record on how to handle the weapon and neither is his main function involved with any kind of combat. But he's sure not a single bot here is about to care.
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Post by Prowl on Feb 19, 2010 20:48:17 GMT -5
"No thanks," Prowl says and nods, holding the sword at his side. He looks around and then finds a spot that's just to the side of the stand but mostly out of view.
Prowl steps away for a moment, starting to work at the hilt of his newly purchased katana and then manages to pull off a bit of the pommel and then fishes inside. To a bystander he would look like he's carefully inspecting the hilt, but in reality he is reaching for the source of the odd resonating feeling. He manages to pull out a small tracker, which shows its activation with a small blinking purple light. Prowl frowns and then shakes his head a bit.
"Hn, Decepticons..." Prowl says softly, before he moves along and passes by the stand again. With a motion that's barely even visible to the common optic, he drops the tracker in the space between Duskwing's back and wing. He then waves his farewell to Pee-Dee and then walks off back into the bazaar.
ooc: sneaky ninjery is ok'd by Duskwing's player, as well as a mod. also out of thread
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