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Post by Mirage on Apr 2, 2010 20:38:52 GMT -5
Mirage is not looking after the fleeing Rock Lord. He is not looking at Rodimus Prime, or Bambi, or Grimlock. Mirage is looking at the back of his optic shutters, face screwed up in a grimace as he leans his face into his hand. His fingers work on his temple, as if trying to soothe away a headache.
Perhaps he should consider a life as a monk for the duration of this other-dimensional exile. Surely a life of celibacy and solitude would be easier than dealing with such...such...barbaric idiots.
Then he opens one optic and looks at Rodimus Prime.
Bah. I wouldn't last a day with that to torment my vision, never mind the other lovelies we've in our company.
Finally, Mirage sighs, "Of course I will. Though I imagine we may need to give our skittish friend a more complete picture of our relationship."
"Make sure you've enough for your auction price, then just give the change to Rodimus, Bambi." There should be enough left over to clothe the Prime in style yet, unless the Dinobots spend very freely indeed.
He makes to leave then, pausing only long enough to try and rest his fingertips on Rodimus's arm and murmur, "I'd like to talk with you, later. Please?" before slipping out the door after Pyrite.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 3, 2010 16:30:17 GMT -5
Bambi calls cheerily to Rodimus Prime, "Her Botanica say PR important, and her Botanica in charge of tenure, so me Bambi listen to her for now."
She lightly pokes at Spy Shot's shoulder, more of a tap than anything, and she explains, "Then you Spy Shot study hard and collect clues, and maybe you Spy Shot solve mysteries. It rewarding career, and it never boring."
Bambi can say that with a straight face, because she honestly thinks that taking a toothbrush to pot sherds is not boring.
She has to take a running leap to grab the door handle and half kicks it open, before landing daintily and checking to make sure that Spy Shot is still fine in her purse. As the door swings, she calls, "Him Rodimus Prime can help hunt damn fine coat!"
And lo, the dangerous hunting pack set out in search of its natural prey...
Out of thread and into whatever the next thread is.
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Post by Grimlock on Apr 5, 2010 4:08:50 GMT -5
Grimlock and the Coat of Many Colors? Well, Grimlock's no dream interpreter...
As Rodimus calls out to him, Grimlock flinches very faintly. "Me try!" Clearly, someone should've said to Grimlock that Pyrite was a potential ally before he got mad at the rockbot.
This planet nothing bit trouble, Grimlock swears. Grimlock's not sure what a 'damn fine coat' is, but he supposes he's going to find out, following Bambi into the store.
--- OOC: Out of thread like Bambi.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 6, 2010 19:30:41 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Spy Shot due to time out. Also, due to him being in the purse of someone who's already out of thread.
Rodimus looks after Mirage and his request that the change be used to buy him clothes, then shrugs. He rubs the back of his head for a moment, frowning, then shakes it, putting aside the touch of wrongness he's felt since arriving. Then he turns and follows after Bambi and Grimlock.
"Guess I'll come along with you and see this Damn Fine Coat you guys are getting," he says cheerfully as he follows behind them, the easy smile returning to his face.
OOC: Out of thread.
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