Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on Mar 17, 2010 1:35:07 GMT -5
Grimlock snorts a bit. "Him Slag built just fine. No need fancy 'neck', we tough."
//Me Grimlock no get intimidated, so we no pay for anything.//
However, he pouts slightly as Rodimus tells him to return the items and apologize. What, throwing them on the ground and yelling at the man to go away isn't enough?
Begrudgingly, Grimlock turns around, picking up the broken pieces of display fixture and handing them to the man, who's all but shaking out of his shoes. "...me Grimlock sorry," he mumbles, glancing away as he says it, straightening back up. The Pz-Zazzian man just nods, backing away a bit before turning around and fast-walking back toward his store. The boss isn't gonna believe this one...
Grimlock turns around, facing the others again. "Rock Lord?" he asks, then notices the little wave. He scoots up a bit, like a child noticing a shiny toy, and leans in to where the jacket is that Spy Shot is playing in. "Hello Spy Shot! Me Grimlock no see you since me and Perceptor find you! How you been?"
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Post by Mirage on Mar 17, 2010 11:30:44 GMT -5
Mirage's expression is extremely pained, and the strangled noise he makes over the broadband is a match for the expression.
Classless, crass, ignorant...Gah!
But Pyrite is all but shaking, and after all the Rock Lord has been through, this will not do. They should be helping him, not frightening the poor mech further. The spy sighs heavily, then reaches out to try and lightly clasp Pyrite on the shoulder.
"I do apologize, friend. Not many in my traveling company understand the niceties and proper ways of society. It is the bane of my existence, I must say, but one does what one must when need dictates."
The salesperson who took Mirage's measurements returns, some garments draped over his arm. The coat he carries is similar to the one Mirage tried on, but in deep navy. Beneath the coat is a pale gray dress shirt with tiny blue pinstripes and a pair of navy slacks. Everything has already been tailored to fit the spy.
They work fast here; you just pay through the nose for it.
"Well, I wasn't going to get pants...," Mirage begins, but quickly quiets at the Look the salesperson gives him. "Ah well. that is fashion." Mirage pays, then with the salesperson's help begins to get dressed.
He addresses Bambi, "And that, young lady, is exactly what I have been trying to explain to Rodimus. One can not hope to infiltrate the local culture with any success if one flagrantly disregards custom."
Mirage studies himself in the mirror. Gorgeous as always. "Hrm. Do you know any good accessory shops, Pyrite dear?"
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 17, 2010 18:25:04 GMT -5
traveling company
This does not disprove Pyrite's theory that Mirage and his 'friends' work for a circus. In fact, it would seem to be support for that theory.
Pyrite's head tilts to one side, though, and he looks rather more worried when Rodimus agrees that Pyrite probably does not want to meet Mirage's employers. Oh dear, oh dear. What has Pyrite gotten himself into?
Hmm. He looks enough like an Autobot that one of their... children can mistake him for one? But this Bambi is a lot bigger than Spy Shot. Perhaps a later stage in metamorphosis. Still, interesting.
Pyrite says softly, "Just because the restaurants says 'no shoes, no shirt, no service' doesn't mean pants are optional." They were lucky Stainless lets its patrons go au naturel. He moves a little closer to Mirage. "Mmm, depends on the exact nature of the accessories. I doubt you'd be shopping for jewellery, though perhaps a gold-plated latinum sport chain, or..."
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Mar 17, 2010 18:40:02 GMT -5
Bambi frowns and raises a clawed finger across her lips. Maybe she shouldn't be mentioning the robots in disguise deal around Pyrite, then!
She peers at Spy Shot and states, "You tiny. You Spy Shot?" That's what Grimlock called him! But that doesn't make it his name. Best to confirm.
Rock Lord! So many sapient species on Pz-Zazz! What a melting pot! She wonders if it implies any hereditary or earned title or is just a species name.
The Grimlock-Slag interaction is also fascinating. In one moment, Grimlock boasts of besting Slag; in the next, he defends Slag's toughness. She snorts dismissively, "Hmph, whatever."
"Infiltration. Hnn. Speaking of, me Bambi need get to auction in a few days. Training last long?" She widens her optics and clutches her purse to her chest, looking up at Mirage hopefully.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Mar 17, 2010 19:30:49 GMT -5
Spy Shot nods at Grimlock. It's not all that surprising that they haven't seen each other since their first meeting, after all, the places they frequent are very large and Spy Shot is very small.
"I've been good," he says, hauling himself up so that his arms dangle over the edge of the coat collar. "I have seen many interesting things lately."
Turning his attention from the larger Dinobot, he peers right back at the smaller one with his usual burning curiosity. "I, Spy Shot," he replies, following his habit of echoing the structure of questions posed to him. Realizing that what he just said was a something of a sentence fragment, he tilts his head and corrects himself with a more complete, "I am Spy Shot."
Grabbing two clawfuls of coat fabric, he hauls himself over the collar and climbs down a bit to investigate a button.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 18, 2010 21:51:05 GMT -5
Even Rodimus has the decency to look embarrassed at Grimlock's behavior, and the hand that recovers the upper section of his face combined with the sheepish smile that makes his face look almost boyish make that clear. At Mirage's words, however, he drops his hand and stares at the spy.
"Who's trying to infiltrate?" he asks, genuinely confused. "That's not what we're here for!"
//Besides, why are you even bothering? Can't you just make holo-clothes?//
Rodimus's optics brighten at Pyrite's words, though, and he groans. "Wait, there are places around here that won't even serve you if you're just wearing your paintjob?" He rubs his forehead again. "You've gotta be kidding me... surely some other species around here doesn't bother with clothes!"
He lets Mirage fend the question about the length of training, but he can't help but be curious about the reason. "Auction?"
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Post by Mirage on Mar 20, 2010 16:29:24 GMT -5
Skipping Grimlock due to 24hr-time out
Mirage gets a nice view of Rodimus's thanks to the mirror, and the spy's own look softens just a bit when he sees that momentary embarrassment followed by confusion. Oh Rodimus, keep looking so unintentionally handsome and engaging and Mirage might even forgive you your lack of class!
"Rodimus, darling, really...infiltrate, acclimate, 'fit in,' what ever you want to call it. We do not know how long we will be here, but all indications are that our visit will not be short. One gets much better service when one adapts the local custom, whether one is shopping for trinkets or negotiating for hotel space."
Mirage turns to face Bambi now, one browridge raised at Rodimus' radioed question.
//I don't really create holograms in quite that way, Rodimus; I'm not Hound. Yes, while I might be able to temporarily fool the optic into seeing me clothed, I still have just a handful of minutes before the system must reset. Besides, I'm not sure how well it would work on non-mechanical beings.//
He simultaneously answers Bambi, "It should not take long at all, especially since you seem possessed of more intelligence than your hulking cousins. If you've an appointment to keep, we can hold off until later, though I'd rather get it over and done with."
"On that note," Mirage smiles over at Pyrite, "Let us finish up our shopping. I don't want much else, really. It just seems that having something here," he touches the empty belt loops on his slacks, "and here," he touches his shirt cuffs, "seems the norm."
//I want to help him, Rodimus. The disappearances he mentioned...they worry me.//
See! Mirage can totally be selfless from time to time!
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 20, 2010 22:08:01 GMT -5
Pyrite chuckles and explains nervously, "There are a few nudist blocks... mostly down by some of the beaches. But the anti-nudist blocks are the flip side of the coin. Most areas are a mix."
Pyrite moves closer to Mirage, almost close enough to murmur in Mirage's audio, but he stops short of violating Mirage's personal space so rudely. "I think... if you would not be offended... perhaps a stage belt, with an easy undo clip in the back, for quick changes. Mr. Robot In Disguise." A smile quirks at his lips, but his optics are still haunted and weary.
He takes a step away, "But for the cuff-links, well... I never could afford much in the way of jewellery, and I never will now, but the one time I needed to buy something along those lines, there was this very old, family-owned little store. Only been burned down twice."
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Mar 20, 2010 22:20:58 GMT -5
Bambi cautions Spy Shot as he climbs about, "No rip anything. Them shopkeepers get mad, and maybe coppers toss you in drunk tank. That no fun, even if fight break out." She squints. "You Spy Shot a little reedy for fight, anyway."
Yeah, yeah, big words coming from a small reptile, but... he's tiny! Even compared to her! If she's underestimating him, she'll deal with the consequences later.
Bambi flourishes a clawed hand in the air and explains, clearly interested in what she has to say, "Auction! Going down in three days. Them artefacts real historically important, but them just gonna be bought up by collectors. Wanna at least see them before they go away from public view forever."
This may involve air ducts, given that the auction isn't public, either, but she doesn't need to mention that little detail in mixed company.
Bambi sniffs disdainfully. "Them not my cousins." Yes, Grimlock is right there. She knows. She doesn't care.
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Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on Mar 21, 2010 12:54:20 GMT -5
Grimlock has fallen quiet, observing a bit. At least, until Mirage makes the jibe about him and Slag. Then he starts to lean in, hackles raised. "Me Grimlock not du--" Then Bambi deflates him by snubbing him! "...what Bambi mean? Bambi Dinobot - Grimlock and Slag Dinobots too!" Sure, she's not one of Grimlock's brothers, but dangit, if this universe is offering a Dinobot, he'll take it, even if she does look funny to him.
Then Grimlock steps back, looking at Rodimus. "Planet people think me Grimlock naked? Me not naked, me have armor on. Me think that obvious."
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Mar 22, 2010 14:41:50 GMT -5
"I will not rip anything," Spy Shot says to Bambi. Still, to be on the safe side, he scrambles up the coat and hauls himself on top of the rack its danging from. "I would not want to be thrown in a tank."
He isn't very fond of tanks. The sort you keep creatures in, not the ones you drive around and shoot people with. If he realized that Bambi actually meant they'd toss him in jail instead of a literal tank, Spy Shot likey wouldn't be bothered. After all, he's never been to a jail before. It might be interesting.
Perched on the coat rack, his head swivels this way and that, trying to follow the various conversations going on between his companions. His interest is piqued at Bambi's mention of seeing artefacts that may disappear from public view forever. There's things around here that he might never get to see? Say it isn't so!
"I want to see the artefacts too." He has never heard of them before, but surely now he must see them.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 23, 2010 20:18:10 GMT -5
Rodimus bristles as Mirage calls him 'darling,' but he's kept from responding due to contemplation of Pyrite's explanation. The thing is, if a non-nudist wants to go into a nudist area, all they have to do is take off their clothes, but if someone has no clothes at all, they can't go into an anti-nudist area. Which means he has to groan cover up his natural beauty. Which means he needs money, which he has none of.
But Mirage has been paying for all of this somehow, hasn't he?
"You know, boss," Rodimus says, crossing his arms, "if you want me to keep doing my job, it sounds like you'll have to outfit me, too." He glances around and realizes something.
"And you know," he adds, "as much as you don't like spending time with him, you have to admit, there are times when Grimlock is handy to have around."
//Especially if you plan on looking into potential smuggling rings!// he adds over the radio.
Rodimus looks down at Bambi and Spy Shot, then over at Mirage. "You know, since it sounds like you've got a lot on your plate right now, maybe it's best to let them go." He then looks towards Bambi. "It might be a good idea for you to bring him along, too," he adds, in a tone that makes the suggestion sound more like an order.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 24, 2010 11:07:30 GMT -5
Pyrite might stop short of invading Mirage's personal space, but the spy bridges the gap, tilting his head toward the Rock Lord in such a way as greatly increases the intimacy of the exchange.
"In such a case, I feel I must bow to your superior knowledge in this area, friend. I am at the mercy of your fashion sense."
He turns slightly toward Rodimus, a slight small on his face, "I would be most happy to procure you garments befitting your station, but Grimlock is, I'm afraid on his own. I see no point in wasting money on items that will surely be destroyed within the hour of purchase."
//And useful to have around or no, at least in these first stages, he is a liability, Rodimus. He draws too much attention. But I could take the smaller Dinobot with me for awhile, and get fulfill Xaaron's orders at the same time.//
He steps over to the Prime, casting his critical gaze up and down Rodimus's body. "Something to enhance that lovely paint job of yours, I think, without covering too terrible much of it. Do you see anything that catches your optic?" Mirage waves his hand toward the racks.
//You are angry with me.//
"Spy Shot would probably greatly enjoy such an auction, actually," Mirage muses as he looks back at the camerabot, "Bambi, dear, do you like mysteries?"
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 24, 2010 14:12:00 GMT -5
Rodimus shouldn't despair too much! There aren't too many strictly anti-nudist blocks. In fact, there are only as many strict anti-nudist blocks as there are strict anti-nudists with scads of money. Skin sells, so the more... flexible blocks tend to dominate.
"I'll try not to disappoint you." Pyrite allows Mirage that close, and slightly amused, he notes, "This is perhaps not the kind of store for Mr. Prime." Pyrite's not going to say 'try a biker leather joint', but he will certainly think it.
Auction? He seems politely interested but nothing more.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Mar 24, 2010 14:19:18 GMT -5
Bambi sniffs when Grimlock tries to insist that a Dinobot is a Dinobot. Hey bucko, she ain't the only one who was slinging around accusations of fake Dinobots! Her solidarity doesn't come cheap, and her memory's pretty good.
Then, pointedly ignoring him, she holds up her purse next to Spy Shot and suggests, "Maybe you Spy Shot fit in purse." If he looks inside, he'll see that... there is nothing inside the stylish little red handbag except for satin lining and half a brick.
She glares a bit at Rodimus's mild order, and she hunches her shoulders and mutters defensively, "Me Bambi was going to do that anyway."
Then, Bambi perks up a bit, straightens her dress, and answers Mirage brightly, "Me Bambi solve history's mysteries!"
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