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Post by Victoria Raines on Feb 28, 2010 0:10:19 GMT -5
Day 6, mid-day. Semi-Private, but given the public location, please feel free to ask if you think your character belongs there, or wants to make a walk through.
Much as Shockwave expected from reports, the crash site is still quite the hub of activity. Some local law still hangs about, keeping the gawkers and scavengers at bay- for the most part. The Autobots are busily working on Omega's repairs, but Shockwave imagines that lack of funds and lack of materials are slowing the process more than they like.
He stops at the site perimeter, making careful note of those present- and those not. He looks for one in particular individual, however.
"Ah, there he is," Shockwave says, not turning to look at his companions, "So do you think your wayward gestaltmate will acknowledge or snub you, Hook?"
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Post by Hook on Feb 28, 2010 20:16:11 GMT -5
"Long Haul has never been particularly skilled at ignoring unpleasant things," Hook says.
He walks on the side of Shockwave that keeps the gun'former between himself and Omega Supreme. He doesn't even consciously realize he's doing it, or that he never entirely takes his optic-band off the Guardian.
"Let's go and say hello, shall we?"
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Post by Long Haul on Feb 28, 2010 22:11:22 GMT -5
So Hook is an 'unpleasant thing'?
Many would probably agree with that sentiment.
Long Haul is, indeed, working, and in rather a public area. However, he's focused hard enough of putting together the piece-parts of the (currently sleeping) Omega Supreme that he's not yet noticed the Decepticons standing on the sidelines, for while he's never been good at ignoring unpleasant things, nor has he ever been the most observant of mechanoids.
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Mar 1, 2010 23:07:32 GMT -5
Mixmaster is, for once, keeping relatively quiet and in the background. Of course, it should probably be mentioned that relatively quiet and quiet were at far opposite ends of the spectrum, and Mixmaster's nervous (or excited or absent-minded or agitated, who really knew?) shuffling about made quite a bit of noise on its own. And that was before adding the occasional, soft giggle.
He is also, as per Hook's example, keeping Shockwave between Omega Supreme and himself; the difference bring is that he knows he's doing it. His optics fix on Long Haul and brighten.
"Yes-yes! Let's go say hello. I'm sure our dear Long Haul misses us ever so much!"
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Post by Victoria Raines on Mar 2, 2010 15:06:01 GMT -5
"I'm sure he does Mixmaster. Though whether it follows that he will be pleased to see either of you is another matter."
Shockwave begins to stride toward the area in which Long Haul is working. The Decepticon expects to eventually be accosted by some belligerent Autobot should they venture too far in, but that is hardly a concern. They are not here to start trouble, and the Autobots cannot afford to once again be the aggressors.
They are stopped by one of the police officers, but after a few glances between the Constructicons and Long Haul, and a few well-chosen words about concerned family members, the group is let through.
"Such a pity to see him fallen in this manner. I wonder if there are proper materials in enough quantity on this planet to restore him to his full form?" Shockwave muses, loud enough for the question to carry the distance to Long Haul's audials.
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Post by Hook on Mar 3, 2010 13:05:39 GMT -5
Hook is a very unpleasant thing. He's man enough to admit it.
"It doesn't particularly matter if the planet does or not. We can produce the necessary materials with the technology on-hand." After all, they have a Mixmaster and a Hook. Materials fabrication is just a chemical engineering problem.
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Post by Long Haul on Mar 3, 2010 15:08:23 GMT -5
Now Long Haul hears them.
Long Haul is also still completely convinced that Mixmaster and Hook are both out to either capture or kill him at the first opportunity. Seeing them there with Shockwave does not make matters any better.
As a result, when Long Haul hears those voices, first his optic band widens. Then he turns sloooooowly towards the Decepticons.
"GAH!" he shouts, stumbling backwards in automatic fear. Then, remembering that Omega Supreme is vulnerable, his optic band narrows and he straightens and seems to try to move to shield Omega, though it's really a hopeless proposition. He spares a look around, checking for any other Autobots that might come to his aid.
"What the blazes are you all doing here?!" he demands.
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Post by Springer on Mar 3, 2010 18:17:54 GMT -5
Long Haul isn't the only one who hears them - another green mech hears it.
Lucky for Springer, there's a big hunk of Omega Supreme between himself and the Decepticons. And so, Springer hunkers down behind that, peeking around an edge. His jaw clenches - Shockwave. Of all the Decepticons to show up with a group, it was Shockwave. Not as silver-tongued as Starscream, but even more dangerous.
He doesn't draw a gun - not just yet, anyway. Not after last time. For now, he watches and listens, waiting for an opportunity. Springer doesn't know much about Hook and Mixmaster, but Shockwave's too smart for a physical confrontation.
He hopes.
And waits.
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OOC: Springer be skippable!
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Mar 3, 2010 23:12:42 GMT -5
Springer, you're kind of creepy. But Mixmaster does not know of your existence just yet so he's not able to tell you this to your face.
He brightens when Long Haul notices them though, and promptly lifts a hand to wave, grin threatening to split his face as he bounces a bit with far too much energy.
"Hi, Hauler!"
He giggles again, and drops his voice to a stage-whisper. "I told you he'd be happy to see us, I did!"
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Post by Victoria Raines on Mar 4, 2010 11:36:56 GMT -5
"Hmmm, yes, he is positively ecstatic, Mixmaster. Barely able to contain himself," Shockwave says. The words from anyone else would have a sarcastic slant, but from Shockwave they come out as even as any other.
He scans the area, still fully expecting an interruption. His optic falls on a certain Wrecker peeking at them and one headfin twitches. He can't quite tell for certain who it is behind the Guardian rubble, but the helm shape and color are familiar enough to narrow it down.
"They wished to see you, Long Haul," he continues in his even, slightly accented voice, "And I was concerned for the Guardian. Familial squabbles aside, there are very few of his stamp left, even in my time, and he is the oldest and most self-aware of said. A testament to a better era, before we were all tainted by war. To see him in such a state pains me."
Not as silver-tongued as who, Springer?
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Post by Hook on Mar 4, 2010 11:53:39 GMT -5
Hook steps out from behind Shockwave, hands on his hips. "What does it look like we're doing? Honestly, Long Haul, use the processors Scrapper gave you for something besides decoration."
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Post by Long Haul on Mar 4, 2010 13:44:52 GMT -5
Long Haul is frightened - nay, terrified. He is terrified of Hook and Mixmaster, his old teammates, and he hates himself for that. He hates the Decepticons for taking them from him, and for taking him from himself. And he hates Hook and Mixmaster for being what they are, and for wanting to turn him into what they are against his will. Oh, he still loves them and misses them, but he also hates them and is frightened of them.
It's all far more complex than the simple logistician is able to find words for.
"Looks to me like you're hanging around, looking to cause trouble, Hook," Long Haul grates out. He casts a glare towards Shockwave and then, very carefully and without taking his optic band from the Decepticons, steps back and bends down to pick up the component he'd been working on.
"Well, you lot can take your concern somewhere else. I got work to do."
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Mar 4, 2010 19:07:49 GMT -5
OOC Note: Omega Supreme's lasercore is not here. It was recovered sometime on Day 3 and taken back to the Autobot ship, where it can be kept safe and stable. Long Haul would still have reason to be protective of Omega Supreme's pieces, however.
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Mar 5, 2010 20:35:25 GMT -5
"Did I say I was concerned?" Mixmaster piped up cheerfully. "I don't think I said I was concerned. Does that mean I can stay, Long Haul, huh? Does it?"
He's beaming; he's watching Long Haul far too closely, and so the guardian Long Haul's defending, but Mixmaster's beaming.
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Skid-Z
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Post by Skid-Z on Mar 6, 2010 15:45:57 GMT -5
Skid-Z had been quietly overlooking a different part of the area when behind him things sound like more than 'repairs' and more like a 'gathering'; hmm, he spares a glance - and achieves instant temporary shellshock.
His observation is that there is no shooting going on. Perhaps these Cons can be, gasp, civilized! Or smart enough not to start a war- wait. With a shudder, Skid-Z saunters over as a guard for their own builder; his walk changes to a heel-raised stride, buffing his courage.
He doesn't need to speak, does he? If no-one talks to him? Right? He nods at Long Haul, confirming his presence. Right here, with massive personal space. Just enough at the side not to have Cons infringe. Nope, you're definitely not alone.
-Skippable-
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