Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on Mar 24, 2010 18:54:06 GMT -5
Grimlock grows more confused, looking back and forth between his comrades.
Clearly, something is amiss. Rodimus just called Mirage boss.
"...yeah, me Grimlock useful!" His rebuttal is quick, though distracted.
The Dinobot decides to hunt up some answers over the radio, inquiring to Rodimus, 'cause he just brought Bambi, he doesn't know Spy Shot's frequency, and...well, Mirage is Mirage. //...what in world going on here? Why you call Mirage boss?//
"...wait, what kind of Dinobot you anyway?" Grimlock inquires to Bambi.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Mar 24, 2010 20:40:06 GMT -5
Spy Shot nods at Mirage. "I probably would enjoy it." It involves looking at stuff, therefore he should enjoy it. He's a very easy camera to please.
Peering into Bambi's purse, he quickly leaps into it before standing on top of the half-brick to peer out the opening. Maybe now he'll be mistaken for some sort of robotic purse dog. No-one expects the purse dog. It doesn't occur to Spy Shot to ask why Bambi why he's sharing her purse with a brick.
He does ask, "What mysteries does history have?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 24, 2010 22:06:29 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sure Grimlock could make the clothes last at least two hours," Rodimus answers casually. "Just tell him not to put them on unless he needs them."
//Strange as it sounds, Mirage, pretending to be your bodyguard doesn't make me any fonder of being talked down to,// he answers Mirage over the radio as the spy observes that he's angry. //And I'm not saying do the full investigation with him as a sidekick, but I know I'd prefer it if he's able to get anywhere you might need to call him into.//
//Taking along Bambi for the start sounds like it might work, though.//
His bright blue optics flicker as Pyrite says this isn't the store for him. "Huh? What kind of store is my kind of store?" His expression is one of innocent confusion. As someone who's been a nudist all his life, he doesn't exactly have an instinct for this sort of thing.
As Bambi declares that she was going to do that anyway, Rodimus's only response is a somewhat less certain, "Well..." and then, stronger, "Good!"
Over the radio, he sighs to Grimlock. //I'm... pretending to be Mirage's bodyguard. Erm. At the time, it seemed to make sense.//
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Post by Mirage on Mar 24, 2010 23:01:34 GMT -5
Mirage looks back at Rodimus, and his expression is briefly puzzled- and perhaps a bit chagrined- before he schools it back to pleasantness.
"Hmm, perhaps. Even if I can be persuaded to be generous, I am not wasting finery on him. I'm sure there is a shop specializing in pret a porter somewhere about. But there is nothing in my contract that says I must clothe the masses, Rodimus. Surely, I can't be the only member of our group that either has independent funds or can earn them."
//But...you had the option, you didn't have to go along with it, Rodimus. I suggested it because it seemed prudent at the time, not to make you seem less. Nor have I meant to talk down to you; I want to curry favor with you, not ill will.//
Of course, Mirage's tone doesn't change much, so he probably manages to come off as talking down to Rodimus, even when he is protesting that he wasn't!
The spy sighs heavily, runs his fingers over his helm and turns toward Bambi and asks, "An archeologist then, or historian? Quite fascinating." He cuts his optics toward Grimlock, "I don't suppose you'd be willing to help him find suitable- but cheap- clothing?" Mirage does not sound hopeful.
To Pyrite, he says, "Let's go find Rodimus something suitable, and myself those accessories you mentioned."
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 25, 2010 11:14:55 GMT -5
There is definitely something odd going on between Mirage and his bodyguard, Pyrite thinks, but he cannot place what.
Perhaps Mirage is really pauper pretending to be a prince, and Rodimus is a prince in exile (due to his evil younger brother, naturally) who is pretending to be Mirage's servant as part of an elabourate scheme to keep everyone safe.
That happens a lot in the circus, or so Pyrite hears.
Sounding tired, Pyrite explains to Rodimus, "This is not exactly the kind of place for... revealing clothing for male robots."
There's also something odd about Mirage's comment about funds. Member of their group...?
Archaeologist or historian? But her speech is so broken, like the thug's! Pressing his lips together, Pyrite tries to lightly place his hand on Mirage's upper arm, and he suggests lowly, "The belt first, I am thinking. Wouldn't do to have those pants off." Or perhaps it would.
Pyrite looks over at the door pointedly, and of Grimlock, he hisses, "He might try a second-hand shop. The clothes racks there are nailed down." But by the Horns, keep him away from the vintage finds!
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Mar 25, 2010 11:28:38 GMT -5
Bambi thumps her free hand against her chest and proclaims, "Me Bambi am Bambiraptor feinbergi." A little more lowly, she mutters, "Not to scale. Me Bambi think him Sumdac no want work that small." Louder, she adds, proudly, "It bambiraptor have biggest brain to body ratio of any dinosaur discovered yet. Also opposable thumbs."
Some Dinobots have special powers of spiked and shielded heads, huge size and whippy tails, being apex predators with knife-like teeth, or being covered in jabby plates. Bambi's special Dinobot powers are Not Being A Moron and Opposable Thumbs As A Dinosaur.
All the ladies with more money than they know what to do with have purse dogs! They'll all be so jealous that Bambi has a purse robot. Maybe.
Bambi happily chatters to Spy Shot, "History have best mysteries. Except science have good mysteries, too." She taps her chin thoughtfully. "Mystery what happen to Amelia Earhart, mystery where Nazi gold go, mystery how many women Henry Eight... uh." She stops there and makes a face.
She looks up at Rodimus Prime for a moment and smiles sweetly. Then, Bambi explains to Mirage, "Me Bambi do archaeology! Also palaeontology." She's a cartoon robot dinosaur. She can double-major if she wants.
No one has thought to ask her where she got the dress, heels, and handbag, and if they're not asking, she's not going to tell. Let the bulks bicker about finances on their own.
When Mirage asks her about clothes for Grimlock, though, she grumbles, "Me Bambi not hired to clothe tyrannosauruses. Me Bambi hired to punch Blitzwing." She pauses and suggests, "Me Bambi punch Blitzwing and give him Grimlock him Blitzwing's clothes?" This is clearly not a serious suggestion, but she thinks it sounds a lot more fun than hauling Grimlock to the nearest Goodwill equivalent.
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Post by Grimlock on Mar 26, 2010 16:27:07 GMT -5
Grimlock turns his head to Rodimus, browridge raised. //Me Grimlock wonder how it make sense then. ...that story for other time, though.//
Then he looks over at Mirage. "...me think you right first time - even if you not think of me Grimlock's clumsiness, me got extra bits that you guys don't," he explains, noting his copious back-kibble and the dinosaur-mode claws on his wrists. "Me Grimlock not well-suited for clothes. So Mirage not have to worry about 'wasting' anything on me."
The comment about wasting money on Grimlock tips his mood toward the sour again, and Pyrite does nothing to help it with the tone of voice and the comment about nailed-down racks. Grimlock growls, shoulders raising with clenched fists. "That was accident! Me apologized! What more you want from me Grimlock?!"
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Mar 27, 2010 11:14:33 GMT -5
Spy Shot's head tilts to one side. "What did happen to Amelia Earhart and the Nazi gold?" He seems to be missing the point of their being mysteries.
He looks a bit startled as Grimlock growls at Pyrite, staring up at the large Dinobot. Goodness, this whole clothes business seems like a lot of trouble. He's glad that nobody seems to care about his status of being clothed. Sometimes, it's good to be a camera. Clothing would just block his lens anyway.
Though he probably wouldn't say no to a sparkly scrunchy to wear as a belt or a rainbow handkerchief cape...
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 28, 2010 20:29:28 GMT -5
//It's not the bodyguard business, Mirage,// Rodimus snaps over the radio. Then he admits, //Well, mostly not that. It's the talking down business.// His own tone is, if anything, frostier than it was before. Might have to do something with Mirage's tone. A brief pause, and then he adds, radio voice softer, //Although if you really do want to curry favor with me, there's a pretty obvious option right in front of you.// At this message, he casts Mirage a brief but inviting smile.
Out loud, asks, sounding as though trying out an alien word, "Contract? But I'm sure Grimlock appreciates you sparing what you can, and will do his best to keep the clothes in good condition."
He looks at Grimlock, reaching a hand up as the other raises his fist in an attempt to calm the Dinobot. In the process, he steps between the Dinobot and the Rock Lord. "Calm down, Grimlock. And keep in mind, you're not the only one with extra bits." Rodimus has an entire trailer that appears out of no where, after all. "But it's probably a good idea to just have some clothes on hand and only actually put them on if you need them."
Besides, if Rodimus has to wear clothes, Grimlock has to at least try them on.
He doesn't give any real reaction to Piryte's suggestion that he would shop at places that specialize in revealing clothing to men. After all, he considers the idea of not going naked pretty strange.
He chuckles at Bambi's suggestion, then says, "Well, if you can find Blitzwing, go for it, but be ready to use more traditional fallbacks." Like Goodwill.
He hasn't suggested that Spy Shot wear clothes because Spy Shot will be wearing a whole purse.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 28, 2010 21:11:52 GMT -5
//But Rodimus, I don't mean to be so! How can I correct the error when I don't know where the error begins?//
Mirage sounds well and truly upset. He really doesn't understand the problem. He's been speaking as he always does, and while he knows that sometimes he comes off as standoffish, he most certainly hasn't been speaking to Rodimus as he has to, say, Grimlock.
The only outward indication of his upset is a heavy sigh. A couple of credit chips slip into his hand from subspace and he tries to discreetly hand them over to Bambi.
"Please? You at least seem to have decent enough taste, and enough sense to keep him from being ripped off." Mirage hopes, anyway. "I apologize for the large denominations, but I've not had much opportunity to make change yet. We can get your training done after we've all gotten appropriately clothed."
//Rodimus...you are lucky I find you so fascinating. I don't usually allow myself to be manipulated like that. And...I really am sorry for any offense I gave.//
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 29, 2010 21:56:34 GMT -5
This is all really too much for Pyrite. When Grimlock growls and raises clenched fists, Pyrite cowers, ducking behind Mirage. What little courage he has faltering even more, he blurts, "I'm sorry!" though it is not clear at whom he has directed the apology. To Grimlock, for making presumptions? To Mirage, for his unseemly lack of courage? Then, Pyrite quite runs out of the store.
Out of thread.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Mar 29, 2010 22:04:20 GMT -5
Bambi snaps her fingers and declares, excited as she has a realisation, "Me Bambi know! What him Grimlock need is damn fine coat."
To the thrift-store-mobile! Bambi gestures off in the vague direction of the nearest place she recalls passing that had nifty finds in the window.
She asides to Spy Shot, "No one know what happen to Amelia Earhart or Nazi gold. That why they mysteries."
Spy Shot would be awesome in a cape, not that Bambi has reason any reason to think about that.
Bambi takes the credits. Oh hey, if she gets to keep the change, that might get her into the auction without using the airducts, but... she's sick of being called a graverobber, so she promises, "Me Bambi get you Mirage change."
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Post by Grimlock on Mar 30, 2010 22:54:38 GMT -5
Grimlock looks down at Rodimus, relaxing just slightly as the Prime tries to calm him, then fully when Pyrite takes his leave. "Hmph. Fine, me Grimlock try."
With that, Grimlock heads off after Bambi, not really phased by chasing Pyrite off.
--- <i>OOC: Not quite out of thread yet!</i>
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Apr 2, 2010 10:28:51 GMT -5
Spy Shot looks disappointed. "But I want to know what happened." How dare history not open up and reveal its secrets to him now that he knows those secrets exist?
He watches curiously as Pyrite runs out, waving goodbye to the Rock Lord despite it being likely to go unseen by the recipient. His attention then turns to Grimlock, contemplating the damn fine coat Bambi seems to thing the large Dinobot should have. He should totally get a rainbow-colored coat. A shiny one. With lots of intricate patterns. And possibly glitter. Now that would be a damn fine coat.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 2, 2010 11:49:33 GMT -5
Rodimus looks startled as Pyrite suddenly rushes out. His optics flicker in shock for a moment, and then he groans.
"You'd better go after him, Mirage," he sighs. "He's not in the best of shape yet, but I... seem to make him a little nervous." He looks around and frowns. "I guess... I'm sure I can figure something out as far as the clothing situation goes for myself."
This will probably not end well, but then, if Primus had intended Rodimus to wear clothing, he probably would have given the Prime a suit when he gave him the wagon.
"And Grimlock," Rodimus calls after the departing Dinobot, "could you please avoid getting us fined or scaring off any more potential allies?"
OOC: Looks like this scene is breaking up, with different groups all heading their seperate ways?
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