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Post by Mistwind on Mar 17, 2010 20:36:30 GMT -5
Mistwind shrugs, "of course I am!" Naturally.
Taking a few live ammo rounds as instruct, Mistwind seals up the crate good. He hears Duskwing's mumblings, and keeps his hands resting on the closed crate. Slowly, he begins to grin deviously, staring intently at the box, "Ah please mister, I'm afraid... I wanna go home! I want my maker....<zcrk //central sys-//> hello good sir, you seem to be headed over to the central plaza- could I interest you just a nano for this grand deal.... the hottest machines, brand new models, grand payouts every cycle! Golden slots, Transferred Two-up double-tossers and - guaranteed! - non-tilt devices!"
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 17, 2010 20:55:29 GMT -5
Duskwing stared at Mistwind. And stared. And stared. Finally, he grinned. "Dat's it! Kid, you're good!" He banged his knuckles together in approval. "Dat is gonna work!"
"Let's go, kiddo!" Duskwing picked up the crate and stashed it in his cockpit, then adjusted his kilt and crude tunic, making sure his cockpit was decently covered. The locals acted like he had his vitals hanging out or something when it was visible, and right now he didn't want to attract attention. A can of gray spray paint dealt with the distinctive sigils and trim lines on his wings, though it left him looking like he'd been attacked by an angry graffiti artist.
...Too bad Duskwing overlooked the fact that painted-over Decepticon sigils looked like nothing so much as painted-over Decepticon sigils.
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 19, 2010 12:08:44 GMT -5
Mistwind makes a graceful bow, then gets to dressing himself. He looks kind of uncomfortable in the restraining fabrics, and he's sure that if he transforms it's gonna jam his circuits.
Still, he hurries up to Duskwing, adjusts his cap and waits with raised arms if he's to be scooped up and toted off.
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 19, 2010 18:31:14 GMT -5
Duskwing regarded Mistwind quizzically for a moment. What was he supposed to do here? Oh, right. The kid wanted to be carried as part of their cover. Or something. Duskwing bent over and picked up Mistwind.
The relatively tall Seeker covered ground quickly, striding down back streets and alleys. His criminal instincts told him to avoid flying and attracting Autobot or other undesirable attention. Duskwing stopped to consult Swindle's map several times; setting up business in someone's territory would probably get High Command pissed at him for starting a fight and messing up the whole 'peaceful merchant' thing.
He picked a service alley back of one of the minor hotels at the edge of the casino district. Duskwing looked over the deepening shadows; the sun had nearly set. "Now all we got to do is spot someone heading out to the strip with a pile of credits to blow and lure him in here, instead. Then I convince him to donate his funds to us."
He lset Mistwind down. "You ready to scout us out a mark?"
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 21, 2010 14:20:39 GMT -5
"Always ready, Duskwing Sir!" Mistwind steps onto the floor excitedly, instantly rushing to the exit of the alley. He can finally do useful stuff! And hopefully impress Decepticons while doing it! His turbines wiggle and pitch with his enthusiasm as he scampers off.
They stop however as he reaches the end, and carefully peers left and right out into the street..... //You just wait... I'll do my job!//
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 23, 2010 20:37:08 GMT -5
Low-security hotels usually have low-security guests, but now and then, someone is just a cheapskate. In this case, the cheapskate was a high-caste Avalonian Drakoran (not to be confused with Gloranthan Dragon-newts, who have a superficial resemblance), who found the bright lights and music annoying to its senses, and preferred the quieter, lower-end hotel district. It did, however, like to gamble in quiet, high-stakes card games, in which its emotionless reptilian countenance served it well. As was the custom on Pz-Zazz, it wore clothes and jewelry: a sweeping toga of white satiny fabric, belted with criss-crossing gold belts, and its horns were sheathed in gold and clinked with dangling rings. Being high-caste, of course it had a pair of lower-caste Drakoran guards as a retinue. They were more simply dressed, in heavy leather-like sleeveless tunics and kilts. The Drakoran sheik and his retinue swept along the sidewalk, coming right along towards the mouth of Duskwing's alley....
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 30, 2010 16:54:41 GMT -5
It shines. It draws attention. Considering the dressing style of it, Mistwind locates funds. Marking where the game is coming from, it either doesn't have a lot of it, or more likely saves them for gambling. Considering where he's at, perhaps the district center simply did not mesmerise enough. Perhaps not lure enough with it's sounds and pretties. Too many options to let... slide.
The Con keeps himself engaged on his mark, first just noticing like a child noticing something shiny. Then as their distance shortens, it slips into hesitation accompanying a quick glance, then a solid assurance, like it was perfectly agreed upon that the Drakoran would be there at that time.
When the reptile enters that distance where Mistwind knows his mecha form should be getting at least a once-over, he speaks with confidence and ease, "Ah! They told me you'd be arriving soon....guest KHR-0 of ...." He glances around to check no-one's around to pick up his words, "Hasira-Kalar, right? My master was very pleased when you wrote in for the grand game... may I escort you, sir? The location is exclusive, well guarded against common folk... Guest list only"
Oh yes, Mistwind is attempting the 'sorry, I mistook you for someone else and I'm a naive sod' routine.
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 30, 2010 20:42:17 GMT -5
The two bodyguards hustled forward, claw-tipped feet clicking against the pavement. Sheik Vask held up one taloned hand, bringing them to a sudden halt. The drakoran noble regarded the small robot speculatively, and something seemed to glint in his yellow eyes at the mention of a 'grand game'.
"Yesss," he hissed. "It isss about time you arrived. You are," the drakoran sheik pulled out a heavy watch encrusted with silver, gold and the glitter of gems, "five minutess late."
He turned his spike-crowned head and hissed something alien and unintelligible at one of the guards1, who bowed deeply and ran quickly back the way they had come. Sheik Vask looked down at Mistwind. "Now!"
Deep in the shadows of the alley, Duskwing waited, listening to Mistwind make his pitch. Slag, the kid was good! He reminded himself over and over to keep still, to wait until the mark was well in range, to not queer the kid's act...
---- 1 "<Look for the real KHR-0 and make sure he does not show up at the Grand Game to embarass me.>"
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 1, 2010 4:19:54 GMT -5
Mistwind; five minutes late to his own imaginations.
He looks honestly apologetic, cringing slightly with (faked) guilt, "my apologies, sire, please forgive my incompetence" He then inches towards the alley, "I shall bring you right away, please, follow me, good sir" He bows once more, walks into said alley, turning once more because you just don't talk to an honorable guest with your back turned, "please accept my apologies for this passage, I'm certain that the value and quality of catering will make this just a bad nuisance, because as you know; the location is not to be disturbed by unworthy."
If the reptile follows, Mistwind reassures with a glint of pride, right at the point where he passes Duskwing, "But we have excellent measures to deal with them" He keeps on walking until his partner in crime decides to step up.
//....Do we not?//
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 1, 2010 18:47:28 GMT -5
The reptile-man favored Mistwind with a haughty glare. "Be silent, robot, and lead. Your babbling disturbs me. Continue, and I will have you dismantled."
Duskwing let Haughty Horned Dude pass, so the guard would, too--only the guard, who was looking around and clutching his sword like five kinds of paranoid, stopped to stare at the slouched-over pile of junk. With wings.
He got a gun-arm slammed down on the top of his head for his trouble. Duskwing could mug victims from the front just as well as the back, it was just less messy when he got the drop on them. The drakoran sheik reached for something at his belt--Duskwing stretched out an arm and shot him in the arm, then took two steps forward and punched the reptile-man in the face, and he's down for the count. He flexed his fists. Organics were so easy!
// Yep. Now help me loot these guys and stuff. Gotta drag them out of sight. // Duskwing followed up his words by dragging the unconscious bodies further into the shadows of the alley before starting to yank obvious shinies off the leader. Gold spike sheaths, rings, earrings, horn rings, belts, any technological gear...
// Make sure none of the gadgets are live, see? Don't want 'em trackin' us before we can sell 'em. //
-- Okay by you if I open the thread now?
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 4, 2010 12:43:27 GMT -5
Mistwind cringes when the sheik orders him to be silent, inwardly he growls.... It doesn't take long though before Duskwing takes both of the reptiles out swiftly!
Mistwind glares at the entrance of the alley to make sure no-one's there to take notice of the heist, then bounds after the seeker. His much smaller hands are able to undo the finer stuff, though he's not particularly gentle with the organic forms. At several points he looks even quite willing to inflict mass haemorrhages... but he restrains himself. Duskwing could hear Mistwind mutter underclock things like 'stupid vertebrates', 'ripped out vocal chords' and the very nasty inclinations on how to skin the sapient lizards and use their tissue oils as a grade F polish wax.
The mech fiddles with cellphones and other mechanics stuff and removes their batteries, then takes the sword and looks at it curiously.
A few ticks later and his mind has wandered to the wallets of said victims, turning them inside out for useful contents. When he comes across several credit-card like passes, he holds them up, "What's this?"
---------- Yes, open thread!
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 4, 2010 21:42:26 GMT -5
Duskwing nodded approvingly at Mistwind's looting while he kept watch. "Yeah, good job not gankin' 'em yet. Dis place is like Lower Polyhex--cobber gets rolled, it's his own fault for not keepin' a sharp eye out, but if the same cobber gets offlined and dismantled for parts, his command gets pissy 'bout losin' a guy, then dey crack down and get nasty, see? Dis guy was stupid an' greedy, locals gonna say same thing: youse fault for bein' dumb and flashin' bling in dis part a' town. See?"
"Least, I hope dat's what dey do," Duskwing muttered.
He frowned quizzically at the passes. "I dunno. What dey say?"
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 9, 2010 10:17:29 GMT -5
Mistwind eyes the passes, flipping through them, "I would guess some are for casinos.... I see several contact names on others... and these ones can be read off from though I have no means to do so" He shrugs and tosses them to the side, proceeding to pat down the guard.
"Hmm, squishy bits" He distractedly pokes the flesh when eventually looting becomes boring because he's not finding anything more.
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 12, 2010 19:56:25 GMT -5
Duskwing said, "Grab those passes, then. If we got contacts, Swindle might pay for 'em, or cut us in a percentage of any scam he runs on them."
That said, Duskwing picked up the two comatose drakorans and heaved them into the nearest dumpster. "Let's move, find another spot. Waitaminute, casino passes? We could maybe use those. Dress up a bit in dis bling, troll around the casino lookin' for high-rollers dat win, stalk and strafe 'em when dey get clear of da house."
Because hanging out in alleys is boring, and Duskwing has the attention span of a gnat.
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 14, 2010 18:08:34 GMT -5
Mistwind does as told, stopping his poking to recollect the passes. Then he gets up and walks over to Duskwing, nodding excitedly. "That sounds like fun, Duskwing Si-!" While the seeker rattles on about bling, trolling, high rolling things and technical blabber, Mistwind stares at him like a bright neonsign reading 'confused'.
"Huh? Wha- wait a- .... Hey!! that's so not fair! I'm not supposed to not get what you're saying!!" Mistwind crosses his arms and glares, pouting. "Not.... fair...."
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