Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Apr 20, 2010 11:28:17 GMT -5
The hesitant, testing contact does little to make Skystrike's motivations any clearer for Wreckage, but he supposes this at least means she will not, in fact, assault him at any point in the immediate future. She does, however, seem apprehensive. So he does not bother her, but he frightens her enough to make her wary of touching him when cleaning is not involved? Curious.
He shifts his weight and eases his posture slightly, simply accepting the touch for what it is – inoffensive, painless. However, she is still well inside his personal space. If not for violence and not for maintenance, then… Wreckage cannot fathom the other options. They make even less sense than Skystrike lashing out at him.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 21, 2010 18:59:44 GMT -5
Skystrike had expected some form of unhappiness at the contact. For him to snap his head out of reach at least. Maybe lose her arm and Wreckage's trust with it at worst. The way Wreckage simply accepted the touch however, was unexpected. The surprise stills her for a moment, and the seeker takes a moment to verify the readings from her sensors.
The feel of cool metal under her fingers assures her, alien and cybertronian at the same time. He was Decepticon, one that came from a world of blades a universe away, and here she was, hand on his cheek and being more awkward than a factory-fresh on their first flight.
A low, tentative purr rises from her chest as Skystrike gently strokes her thumb over the edge of the cheek guard, letting it drift down to brush over the facial tusks.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Apr 22, 2010 11:22:18 GMT -5
It takes a great deal more than a caress to violate Wreckage's trust; Skystrike was there during capture the flag. She saw what effect betrayal has on him.
A caress, however, goes a long way to stunning the soldier, and that is exactly what she does. He sits, only dimly comprehending and dumbfounded with his expression deliberately unchanged to mask his confusion, as Skystrike's fingers trace the sharp rim of his cheek. Then his mouth. The shift of his jaw as her thumb slides over one, then the other tusk, is involuntary – just enough sensors in those structures to be set off by that light touch.
And she is purring. This, he thinks, is not the purpose of watch duty, but he is too baffled to make himself move clear of the Seeker, unable to reconcile the concept that she has taken a fancy to him. This, he thinks, is not how other Decepticons should react to him.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 23, 2010 14:49:00 GMT -5
Skystrike thinks this is a perfect purpose for rock-watching duty. Especially now with the frozen expression on Wreckage's face and the twitch of his tusks under her fingers. The soft purr becomes a deep, resonating rumble as she brushes them feather-light over his brow and down the side of his helm and tracing along Wreckage's jawline.
The seeker leans in then, optics dimming as she moves to lightly brushes her lips over his tusks.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Apr 25, 2010 0:06:42 GMT -5
This is definitely not how Wreckage thinks this should go. Is Skystrike… is she trying to bite his face?
No, he realises belatedly. She is trying to kiss him. Wreckage has never been kissed before; kissing is foolish and bothersome, given the very protrusions Skystrike currently favours with her attentions, and Wreckage has never been interested. He is hard pressed to say he has any interest even now. He is supposed to be on duty.
He will shortly be flat on the deck if he leans back any more, though the edge of the console butts up hard against his side.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 25, 2010 18:17:25 GMT -5
Pulling away, Skystrike is greeted with the rather comical sight of Wreckage halfway through falling off his seat. Not quite the sight she'd been expecting considering this was Wreckage, so the startled and severely amused smile makes its way onto her face before she could properly stifle it. She straightens and clears her helm vents to cover up the expression, stepping back a few steps while doing so.
Then her chronometer chooses the moment to chime in, alerting her to the start of her next shift.
The seeker pauses, simply looking at Wreckage for a moment. She gives him the usual, curt farewell nod afterwards and turns to leave.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Apr 27, 2010 0:07:15 GMT -5
Wreckage has no response for Skystrike. He simply stares, too flabbergasted by what has been an exchange utterly opposite what he prefers to see from other Decepticons to do much more than stare at her and her bizarre smile. He watches her every move as she steps back and dismisses herself.
It is not until the door shuts behind her that his seat buckles under his displaced weight and he crashes to the deck in disarray.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 27, 2010 13:49:33 GMT -5
The crash from behind the closed door makes Skystrike wince. That, the seeker suspects, could've gone a bit smoother than it did, even if it'd gone better than she'd expected.
There was a distinct urge to run out the nearest airlock and do victory loops around the Ship. There was also the rather foreboding feeling that said that every and all future meetings was going to be horrendously awkward from here onwards. Skystrike ignores both for the time being, takes a moment to regather her composure, and quietly strides down the hallway.
... The victory laps can wait until after monitor duty, anyhow.
OOC: And out of thread!
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Apr 27, 2010 15:09:53 GMT -5
Misfire is almost bouncing down the hall. He's in a remarkably good mood, possibly because Aimless has been in a remarkably good mood. The Nebulan has been soaking up the Pz-Zazz culture like water, and is currently sleeping off a rowdy night in their quarters. Yeah, so Aimless is getting more action that Misfire has in years. Misfire can't begrudge his partner that.
Too much.
At any rate, Misfire has reserved the sim room for the upcoming hour, and the partner he intends to drag along to flight practice with him should be coming off watch duty any minute now. Chalk his current possibly suicidal intentions up to his excellent mood.
The door slides open to reveal Wreckage sprawled on the floor. Misfire's optics widen a bit but he refrains from commenting. The Stryker isn't nearly so scary when he's flopped out like that.
Misfire says, "Hey, Wreckage. I'm going to practice some maneuvers, and I know you're off duty in a few. Come with, and I'll make good on that offer to teach you how to fly a straight line."
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Apr 27, 2010 18:53:34 GMT -5
Said Stryker is sorely displeased with being seen in this state and both the warped seat and the edge of the console groan and crackle under his grip as he heaves himself to his feet. The look he shoots Misfire could wither a bismuth garden.
"I am not interested," he says flatly.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Apr 27, 2010 23:25:09 GMT -5
Misfire's face falls, but he quickly recovers, then shrugs.
"Fine by me if you're too scared of flying to take advantage of some training that might give you a tactical advantage and surprise the hell out of your opponents. I gotta say, I'm a bit surprised; I figured someone like you'd be all over that."
Misfire is wisely not within arms reach of the Stryker. In fact, if he needs to, he can dart back out the door.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Apr 28, 2010 11:32:35 GMT -5
Aircraft, Wreckage has decided, make no sense at all. Rather than rip the seat from the deck and see to making it Misfire's new necktie – Bonecrusher is starting to rub off again – Wreckage abuses it back into an upright position. He does not disagree that Misfire has a point; it would be a tactical advantage, having the capability the odd, garish plane describes. But Wreckage finds the flightiness of those with airborne secondary modes off-putting. He does not want to be like them.
Yet his own fellow ground-bound units are rarely paragons of reason and restraint. If he can be both, is he then like neither?
"…My watch is not over," he says icily as he sits down again. Nor has his relief arrived.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Apr 28, 2010 12:23:18 GMT -5
Inwardly Misfire glees, and he's happy enough right now that Aimless stirs sleepily in his mind enough to snark about not wanting to dream those types of dreams.
Because that answer you see, was not another refusal.
Misfire leans against the wall, "Nope, but in one and a half minutes it will be."
"So, do you have a flight mode stored, or do you need to scan one? That's how it works for you guys, right? If you've got one, what kinda form does it have?"
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Apr 28, 2010 12:41:27 GMT -5
Wreckage gives Misfire an arch, dangerous look. Misfire presumes much simply by counting down the remainder of the watch as if he expects Wreckage will simply leave with him. To the questions, he merely shifts one shoulder in vague, shrug-like gesture; he scanned Skystrike once, but he cannot recall if the data is still stored in his memory or if he wiped it. It was a very unimportant matter at the time.
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Apr 28, 2010 13:02:39 GMT -5
Hrm. Wreckage is giving him the silent treatment now.
Misfire sighs, "Look, I know that you're all into being tall, silent and gruesome, but I'm asking for a reason. If I know ahead of time what you've got, I can plan out the training, and then you don't have to spend so much time hanging out with me while I do it on the spot. Really, it's a win-win if you'd just cooperate."
His voice softens a bit, "Look, I'm not gonna use this as an opportunity to make fun, or take inappropriate pictures so others can laugh, or do anything else that might make you look bad." Wreckage might guess from Misfire's tone that he's had that happen to him. "I'm gonna lock the room, and I've got it on private reserve, so no one will be barging in. I just want to try and help you out, give you an advantage and all."
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