Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 21, 2010 19:32:31 GMT -5
Duskwing stopped and stared quizzically at Mistwind. "Huh? All I said was we could dress up fancy and wander around the casino looking for rich gamblers, an' stalk any of 'em that win."
He shrugged. "Or we could see if Swindle will give us somethin' for the passes."
--- [[OOC: Whichever plan we go with, probably should take it to a different thread]]
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 22, 2010 10:47:41 GMT -5
Understanding lights up on the kid's face, "Ah, but now I understand!" He grins and jumps up and down, "The first one sounds like much more fun!"
Rather quickly, Mistwind manages to temper his outburst, "Of course, I don't know which one would be more tactical, Duskwing Sir"
------- I agree on that.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 28, 2010 21:24:24 GMT -5
They'd moved on, but Duskwing felt antsy. Maybe they'd be pushing their luck to try again so soon. Luck could be fickle, and the next guy might be the local equivalent of a sawed-off Decepticon sculptor.
"Uh, let's see how much we got. Might be pushin' our luck to make two hits in the same area the same night. Dis place got cops, dey might get stirred up and come looking at a bad moment. Tactically, we see if we got enough, and we lay low for a few days, let things blow over. Then we go trolling the casinos," Duskwing finally replied to Mistwind.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 28, 2010 21:43:15 GMT -5
Mistwind listens attentively. "hmm, well, I guess there might be some things that are tough to handle, even for you, Sir. Lord Shockwave doesn't want us to bring him any trouble.... and I don't want to cause any and get punished! So yes, not getting cops on us that we can't kill would be smart."
He walks on, his smugness about the successful robbery evident in his particularly energetic stride. He looks back with a content little grin every now and then, giggling. "You absolutely had no problem at all with those!" He won't say it, but for the moment he feels a speck of pride wearing the same sigil.
Some time ahead, and Mistwind remembers something, brightening. "Oh! Well, if we're not going to be doing anything for the coming time, Sir.... am I free on leave then to gather with the Predacon and Vehicon? I might learn something usefull! So can I go? Please?"
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 28, 2010 22:00:06 GMT -5
Duskwing stopped again to stare at Mistwind. "Huh? Oh yeah. I forgot about that. We need ta change outta these coverings, too, to somethin' different. Dat way we don't match any descriptions the bums get."
He shrugged, wings twitching up and down with the motion. "Yeah, but dey was just squishies. Big squishies, but still squishy. We hit 'bots, or squishies in mecha-suits, we gonna have to work harder."
Wait, let's not crush the kid's ego. "Still, did good for a first run with a fresh partner in a strange place."
"Uh, yeah? We done here, and if you can get witnesses to swear you was at the bar all night, even better," Duskwing nodded sagely, impressed with his own advice.
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Post by Mistwind on May 1, 2010 15:01:08 GMT -5
Nodding, Mistwind commits everything to memory, making a half bow, "happy to be of service, Sir!".
Then, Mistwind takes to an intersecting alley, "off to the 'classroom' then". And with that, he leaves the area.
----- OOT.
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