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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Apr 27, 2010 10:31:50 GMT -5
Spy Shot nods soberly at Bambi, considering her wise advice. For now he thinks he will just be a camera. That's an additional option to man, woman, or metro, right?
Contemplating Grimlock's coat, he offers, "Maybe you could wear it so that the open part is in the back." Surely that wouldn't look odd at all!
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 27, 2010 22:31:58 GMT -5
The one with the walker titters, as if Rodimus Prime said something risqué, but May Bull just glares stonily. So Walker, Unicronian Ranger1, explains, sounding friendly enough, "Ah, Pz-Zazz is a world of sin, young man. It's very easy to get dazzled by the wicked, wicked lights and let your fires and passions be kindled. Best to keep to the somber, cold, contemplative dark. If there's nothing to see, there's nothing to tempt you!" She wags a stern finger at Rodimus Prime. "The midnight mass down at the Church is a wholesome way to pass the night."
May Bull grunts, "Not a wholesome thing about that lad, walking around, looking like some pagan bonfire."
Bambi looks very downcast about not being allowed to take Grimlock apart, and her big blue optics just get bigger
Camera is totally an option. (If not the best option.)
Bambi actually considers Spy Shot's suggestion. "Well, that look maybe no so common on bipeds, but Pz-Zazz pretty diverse..."
1 This is probably not her name.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 30, 2010 7:23:11 GMT -5
OOC: Ack! My apologies for having missed this!
Rodimus is, as it turns out, very much aware that in some realities, at least, he bears a striking resemblance to Unicron's tradition enemy, so May Bull's comment doesn't exactly surprise him. It does interest him, though, because it's the closest thing to recognition than any of the Transformers have gotten in this reality, and so the young Prime feigns innocent confusion and looks down at his chest, lightly touching the flame detailing with his fingers.
"Flames are pagan? I just thought they, you know, looked good!" he exclaims. Then he lowers his hands and the confused puzzlement increases. "But this church, the... Church of the Devourer? I take it that's not because they have a buffet after mass or anything like that?"
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Post by Grimlock on May 1, 2010 20:33:10 GMT -5
"Me Grimlock not a common bippy...boopy...thing-you-said!"
With that, Grimlock attempts to fumble the coat on backwards. It was a decent idea in concept, but execution leaves more to be desired, as the collar proves to be a problem in that it blocks Grimlock's face. "Me no think this work - me Grimlock can't see. And me can't move arms very good."
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on May 2, 2010 10:34:43 GMT -5
"Biped," Spy Shot corrects, playing talking reference guide. "A being or construction that goes about on two feet. That means you, Grimlock, are a biped." He pauses then looks askance of Bambi. "Unless that is up to him to decide?"
He tilts his head to the side as Grimlock struggles with his coat. Hm, coats are intended to go on in one direction. Who knew?
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on May 2, 2010 22:12:23 GMT -5
Walker explains, "Oh, we have a nice buffet every Darkday," because calling it Sunday is offensive to them, "and today just so happens to be Darkday. Vaccuum-cook the sacrifice, you know, one tenth to the Lord." She smiles, clearly looking forward to it.
May Bull continues to be stony. "Life disrupted his slumber, and without light, there would be no life." She makes it sound like there being no life would be a good thing.
Bambi shakes her head and insists, "No, biped not opt-out identifier, unless you way into elective surgery or have more or less legs in alternate mode or undergo metamorphosis like weird butterfly or... well, look, him Grimlock totally biped." She scratches her chin. "Me Bambi not so sure coat work like that, but that give me idea..." Bambi pushes over to the more 'biker' section of the store. Most of the coats are way spiky, but some of them have open, lace-up backs, presumably to look 'kewl'.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on May 3, 2010 21:42:32 GMT -5
Rodimus turns around to glance at Grimlock as he reports that he's doing it long, and then snorts in amusement. "Good to see you're thinking outside the box, Grimlock!" he encourages cheerfully before returning his attention to the conversation with the two women.
He frowns and doesn't make an attempt to hide the fact that he's vaguely disturbed. "Sacrifice? What- what are you guys sacrificing?" Then he looks directly at May Bull. "And what's wrong with life?"
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Post by Grimlock on May 4, 2010 21:57:07 GMT -5
"Me Grimlock mean me not a common one! Not all mopeds can be like me Grimlock!"
Yeah, new vocabulary isn't Grimlock's best suit. And neither is this coat - so Grimlock removes it, draping it over the stand. He has no time to learn how to use hangers!
However, the coats Bambi is looking at have his attention.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on May 7, 2010 9:29:05 GMT -5
Spy Shot tilts his head. "You're not a moped, you're a biped. Or are you?" He tries to think of how Grimlock might become an itty bitty motorcycle, but its a rather large stretch.
"I like the ones with lots of metal on them," he says about the new coats. They're shiny.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on May 8, 2010 18:58:05 GMT -5
Walker's expression turns sad - oh, another foolish youth, ill-spending his years. How tragic.
May Bull all but growls, "Life disturbs his slumber! Any idiot know that!"
Walker adds, "Oh, you know, anyone we can get to sign the release forms."
"Me Bambi no think him Grimlock also moped. Him Grimlock not seem crazy like Blitzwing," Bambi says absently. Hey, Animated Blitzwing is the main Triple-Changer she thinks of when she thinks of Triple-Changers, and he's bonkers! Also, a tyrannosaurus/moped Triple-Changer would be really, really weird.
She points up at one of the laceback coats and then at Grimlock's wing-things on his back. "See, if him Grimlock do it right, laces just go around... thingies, and coat fit right." She gestures with her hands.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on May 8, 2010 22:21:29 GMT -5
"Do they really?" Rodimus asks May Bull, surprised. "I mean... like I said, I'm new here. So you're saying most people, even when they come on from off world, already know? Just how widespread is this religion?"
"And... wait! They sacrifice people?!" he exclaims, optics wide as he processes that.
It's probably a good thing that Grimlock is getting close to settled on a coat, because at this rate, Rodimus is going to be chased out of the thrift store by feeble old ladies in funny clothes any moment now.
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Post by Grimlock on May 9, 2010 22:59:08 GMT -5
"Er. Me Grimlock mean thing you said. Biped. Me not moped, me Dinobot!"
He then takes one of the bigger laceback coats, and looks at it, then at Bambi. "...how me Grimlock work this?" he asks, poking at the lacing.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on May 12, 2010 18:49:52 GMT -5
Spy Shot files away the information that mopeds are crazy and nods in understanding at his companions.
"You wear it," he says to Grimlock in a failed attempt to be helpful.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on May 16, 2010 20:45:47 GMT -5
"Death is the only blessing that comes to all of us, no matter whether or not we deserve it," Walker replies warmly, smiling, as if quoting something.
May Bull snaps, shrilly, "Long as that cursed one lives, he'll never learn!" and she raises her cane, looking like she'd rather like to beat Rodimus Prime with it.
"Some whole planets never do learn," Walker agree, more amiably, "but when there's a god roving about, eating planets, unstopped by the finest militaries in the universe, believers flock."
Bambi suggests, "Uh, you Grimlock tall, so if you kneel down, me Bambi and him Spy Shot can do ties for you Grimlock, show you how coat goes on?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on May 16, 2010 22:10:56 GMT -5
Rodimus lifts his hands and steps back from the crazy Unicrone who's lifting her cane. "Hey, hey, calm down, lady! I'm just asking questions." He pauses and opens his hands. "Sure, everyone dies, but... that's just it. Why hurry it along?" He shakes his head. "Why jump into the abyss just because some old god's throwing a temper tantrum about having neighbors? Besides, if all he wants to do is end everything, it's not like he'd really care one way or another about having worshipers."
They are useful tools at times, says a smug voice inside of him.
Rodimus shudders faintly and makes a face. "Except maybe as tools. Why worship a guy who sees you as disposable? Yeah, he's eating planets, but it's not like believing in him's going to protect you from him!"
Okay. Diplomacy... not so much. Rodimus briefly considers what he just said, and turns back towards the others. "I, uhm, hope you guys picked out what you need!"
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