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Post by Mirage on Mar 8, 2010 0:05:19 GMT -5
Day 3, a short while after Streets of Gold, open
Mirage was absolutely fascinated by the concept of clothing. Admittedly, he would never consider hiding his gorgeous self beneath yards of fabric if it were not the local custom, but Mirage is nothing if not flexible when it comes to fashion. A proper socialite must know how to not just follow the trends, but to stay ahead of them.
Of course, right now, he's well behind the curve, but with the help of Pyrite, Mirage hopes to be on the cutting edge. Then they can see about finding Pyrite's sister.
Why, yes, Mirage is going to help. A lovely damsel in distress, intrigue, mystery...why, they couldn't have created better bait.
Mirage just hasn't told Rodimus he'll be helping yet.
"Tsk. This material feels absolutely heavenly, but I'm concerned about the delicacy," he sighs, "And really, I suppose I must bow to practicality a small bit. Those pants things- there would never be enough time to remove them if a transform was needed. But this long coat is lovely!"
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 8, 2010 19:25:07 GMT -5
Pyrite owes Mirage a debt, he supposes, even if he would rather be investigating his sister's disappearance. He tries to hide his nervousness, however. His own attire, now that he's had time to grab something from his flat, is flattering enough to his form, but it looks a little dated and threadbare, and it is debatable if it was ever properly fashionable - he wouldn't have proper street cred as an actor, if he ran with the crowd, and his pocketbook is a bit thin.
Pyrite mms and looks at the coat critically, before declaring, "Yes, I do think it would suit you." His gaze drifts over toward some pale yellow semi-casual suits.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Mar 8, 2010 20:35:51 GMT -5
Bambi has been told to go track down Mirage, and tracking is something she does well enough, though the scents, sounds, and sights of Pz-Zazz are dazzling.
Bambi also has some skill as an ambush hunter, though it might not be entirely species accurate.
However, when she's wearing the red dress, it just might be entrapment.
It's just a little longer than knee-length, but slitted up the sides just a bit for a peek at her thighs, a slightly darker and bluer shade of red than her own red, and covered in scale-like sequins that hint that, yes, she is of reptile. She carries a small handbag of matching material under one arms, and wears a pair of 'heels' on her feet, though they're more like platforms, given her foot structure. The added height still puts her at really short, by Pz-Zazzian standards
Dressed to kill? Oh yes.
She browses the bottoms of the racks non-nonchalantly, in the women-analogues section. It is possible that Grimlock's about, if he followed her in her hunt. If not, if not.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 8, 2010 22:29:13 GMT -5
Rodimus is along, still, and no, he hasn't been informed that Mirage intends to help Pyrite, although given his own suspicions on what may be happening, he could probably be easily persuaded to allow it.
At the moment, however, he mostly looks bored. He's not taken much interest in the clothes shopping. Sure, he'll stick out more if he doesn't buy any, but Rodimus is pretty used to sticking out anyway.
He hasn't yet noticed Bambi, but is Grimlock is along, he's bound to be made aware of that soon!
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Post by Grimlock on Mar 9, 2010 15:17:33 GMT -5
Grimlock is indeed around, grumbling about having lost Bambi between the ship and here while he tromps along through the streets, carrying enough irritated swagger to send the locals out of his way as he approaches.
He also has a mess of clothes tangled up on him, as well as the fixture they were mounted on, and a very irritated Pz-Zazzian salesperson tailing him and shouting in some language Grimlock doesn't know. Grimlock is ignoring him.
"Sure, me Grimlock love to take little Dinobot to Mirage... Easier to do it if little Dinobot not slip off!"
"BAAAAAAAMBIII!" Grimlock calls out, tugging at his 'decorations'. "You need come out so we find Mirage!"
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Post by Mirage on Mar 9, 2010 16:03:35 GMT -5
"You think so?" Mirage asks Pyrite, slipping the garment on after getting a permissive nod from the salesclerk. The coat is made of a buttery soft and supple, deep brown leather and hits him mid-calf- or would if the fit weren't thrown off by a few oddities in his frame.
The sales clerk tsks and almost brusquely starts removing the coat, muttering about adjustments and letting out seams and inseting panels. Within seconds, Mirage is subjected to a flurry of measuring tapes. The socialite takes it all in stride.
His optics follow Pyrite's gaze. Mirage had noticed the Rock Lord's threadbare clothing. "You like that one? I'm not so fond of the color for myself, but it may suit you. I-"
And then there is a very familiar bellow from the street that makes Mirage visibly cringe. He turns toward Rodimus, giving the Prime an imploring and questioning look that almost borders on panicked.
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 11, 2010 20:31:25 GMT -5
Pyrite looks over at Rodimus Prime thoughtfully and then over at outfits, now and then, as if thinking about what the bodyguard would look like in some of them, but if he's thinking that, he doesn't admit it verbally.
Pyrite laughs a little nervously when Mirage suggest that the suit might suit him, and he demurs, "I was thinking it would bring out the yellow of your eyes and look pleasantly rugged but composed on the beach, but perhaps it is a bit pale given your white. Perhaps a navy, then, to really make your blue pop?"
He looks rather baffled when someone who obviously appears to be a common thug addresses Mirage, and in such a rude voice? Pyrite twitches a bit, and after a moment, he asks, incredulous, "You... know him?"
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Mar 11, 2010 20:44:04 GMT -5
Walking fairly quietly, despite the 'heels', Bambi paces over to the vicinity of Mirage's legs. Then, very cross, she throws her arms in the air, handbag flapping furiously, and she protests loudly, "You Grimlock not know meaning of 'ambush'! You Grimlock never catch triceratops if you no get him unawares."
This is not to say that Mirage is a triceratops, since he patently is not, merely that triceratops was problematic prey for tyrannosaurus, given that triceratops had a ball and socket neck joint that allowed it to rapidly rotate its shield and horns to useful defensive positions.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 12, 2010 0:02:13 GMT -5
Rodimus covers his face with his hand and groans as Grimlock comes stomping up, then his optics flicker a blink when Bambi shows up. He gestures to Bambi and explains, "We, uhm, gained another Dinobot right before I left the Event Horizon. Then he explains to Pyrite, "Grimlock's a friend of mine." It makes more sense that a thug would be Rodimus's friend than Mirage's, right? Then he glances down at Bambi and adds, amiably, "And Bambi here is, erm, a newer friend."
Hopefully the Dinobots will be willing to play along, but Rodimus wouldn't bet his non-existent money on it.
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Post by Grimlock on Mar 12, 2010 0:16:53 GMT -5
"Ambush?! BAH! Me Grimlock no need stinking ambushes - me just hit Slag over head until him fall over," Grimlock answers Bambi as he walks up closer, still struggling with the fixture, finally snapping it in two to remove it from his chassis. He drops it in front of the gibbering shopworker behind him. "There, take stupid tarps and funny metal tree, and leave me Grimlock alone! You chase me down three streets!"
Grimlock is not a happy Dinobot.
"Yes, me Rodimus' friend." Grimlock glances at Pyrite. "Who new friend?"
Before he can be answered, he turns to Mirage. "Me Grimlock bring Bambi here 'cause Emirate Xaaron want her put through training you give me and Slag." Grimlock looks down at Bambi now. "Though me not get why she put on funny tarps."
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Post by Mirage on Mar 12, 2010 20:39:23 GMT -5
"We...work for the same people," Mirage answers Pyrite, "but we do not travel in the same circles, as a rule." Rodimus may call the lumbering beast friend, but it should be very obvious that Mirage does not call Grimlock same.
"Another one?" Mirage looks down at Bambi and mutters to himself, "Primus preserve us."
Mirage does not have high hopes for Bambi, it seems. But..she is attempting some form of subtlety, or was....
"And Xaaron could not have this wait until we were back on ship?" Mirage asks, and if Pyrite ever doubted that Mirage was from aristocratic stock, his tone should clear those doubts. Only the truly high-class can sound that snobbish and yet still sound so natural.
"Wait- three streets? You have dragged the poor man's wares through three streets? You are lucky he has not called the constabulary! You oblivious, ignorant-" Mirage breaks off, then breaks on to the Autobot shortband.
//I am not paying for his damages! My funds are not limitless!//
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 16, 2010 19:29:09 GMT -5
Pyrite looks very, very puzzled, like an accountant who has been handed some Canadian tax forms written in binary and some Taiwanese tax forms written in Navajo and has been told to tidy the tables.
Mirage's handsome and clever bodyguard/doctor has a thug for a friend. There is a little... something that... someone here knows? And the same people employ all of these people?
Do they work for a circus? Pyrite thinks he could maybe see Mirage in a ringmaster's outfit...
Pyrite frowns, trying very hard not to let his knees knock together, and in a small voice, he says, "If it's all the same to you, I don't think I want to meet your employers."
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Mar 16, 2010 19:36:50 GMT -5
Bambi stares up at Rodimus Prime. She lets her arms drop to her sides, and her bag ceases flapping. 'new friend'. Hnph. But Botanica told her that PR was important...
She grumbles, "Then him Slag not built right, if him not rotate head out of way when you try bash. Bad articulation no good for survival." She crosses her arms, clearly sulky. Bambi adds, "They not tarps. They local wear, 'cos we robots in disguise."
She glances over at Pyrite. Oh hey. No Autobot symbol. But shiny and gold. Looks weird. But she's seen other weird looking robots. Mirage seems to be hemming and hawing around him, though, and he smells funny, like the shopkeepers smell funny. Bambi pauses, raises one clawed finger, and asks, "Him Autobot?"
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Mar 16, 2010 20:43:04 GMT -5
A nearby coat wiggles slightly on its hanger and Spy Shot's tiny head pokes over the edge of the collar. Fabric is much easier to climb than walls, but it still takes time for one his size to scale a garment this large. From his perch he peers down at Bambi, and calls out to her, "Pyrite is a Rock Lord."
See? He was listening, even if he wasn't paying attention.
Sticking an arm up, he waves slightly. "Hello Grimlock."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 16, 2010 21:51:10 GMT -5
Rodimus gives the Rock Lord a faint smile that seems to hide a bit of a smirk. "You're right. You probably don't want to meet him," he tells Pyrite, chuckling lightly. He then turns towards Bambi and explains, "No, he's not an Autobot. And Grimlock, please give the man back his clothes. Oh, and apologize?"
//I'm guessing they're only going to try to get someone to pay for it if they figure they can intimidate them into it. So just... don't look very intimidatable!//
Still, they've drawn entirely too much attention, and Rodimus has already witnessed what happens to people who draw a lot of attention in this area of town. He looks around and observes, almost absently, "We might want to just pick something and head elsewhere."
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