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Post by Clipper on Apr 27, 2010 17:52:04 GMT -5
Suddenly whipping out the lasers would definitely put a bit of a brake on the whole evening, yes.
"Different planets, different customs," Clipper offers sweetly, committing the uktimate faux pas by continuing to counter "Hardwire's" remarks as she tries to defend the photographers. Perhaps that is why Bleak deftly switches her now empty glass out with another one with a scintilatingly pink, fizzy liquid. Clipper tilts a polite smile of thanks up at him before taking a sip, giving an appreciative little hum as sweetness explodes across her sensors. She takes another sip.
"Pirates?! Oh my!" she exclaims with wide optics. "Weren't you ever scared?" she asks, giving a little shiver, both fromn the thought of facing off against a real pirate, and at the fuzzy warmth rising back in her circuits.
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Post by Cannonball on Apr 28, 2010 18:14:40 GMT -5
"I s'pose, I s'pose..." Cannonball murmurs in response to the customs counter.
Hmmn, the bird is getting her more buzzed.
Cannonball chuckles at the question. "Oh, of course not, I've got ages of experience dealin' with pirates! Can't show 'em fear, or they'll trample all over you..." Again, not lying. Just teaching the truth yoga.
Ye'd best start figgerin' how to deal with pirates, Miss Clipper - yer talkin' to one.
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Post by Clipper on Apr 29, 2010 13:19:23 GMT -5
Thank you Captain Barbosa Cannonball Hardwire. Your interest in the physical fitness of truth is commendable.
Oblivious to the irony, however, Clipper merely fixes Captain "Hardwire" with wide, awe-filled optics, declaring, "That's quite brave of you, Captain!"
"Yes, well, the rest of your journeys must be quite... dull by comparison," a smoothly cultured voice remarks from behind her. It reminds Clipper a little of Mirage's voice, actually, just not as deep, and a little more silibant.
The owner of said voice steps out from behind Bleak, revealing a tall, quite handsom man with pale lavender skin and black hair slicked back from his forehead in a stylish wave that shines as if it's wet. He's dressed in a very smart, precisely tailored tuxedo in slick black silk, the lapels neatly pressed, and the hem of the coat dip with the suggestion of tails. There are bright rings on three of the six fingers of the hand holding his own fluted glass, and deep violet-tinged sapphires in his cufflinks and set into a matching pin at his throat. The charming smile he flashes her as he offers her a little half bow of greeting barely hints at sharp, carnivorous fangs, and his bright gold eyes almost seem to reflect the light just a little.
"Ho'ld. E'byn Ho'ld, at your service. I must say, my dear, it is quite a pleasure to make the accquaintance of such a lovely vision as yourself," he says, bending down to take Clipper's free hand to brush a kiss against the back of it. His smug gold gaze, however, is fixed upon the Captain's face as he does so.
"Oh!" Clipper ducks her head a little, missing the subtle challenge. "W-why, thank you! It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Ho'ld," she replies, holding that hand close to her ribboned chest once he releases it.
"E'byn, please," he insists with a small wink.
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Post by Cannonball on May 1, 2010 20:51:55 GMT -5
"In comparison, yes - it can't all be 'eroics and swashbucklin', after al--"
Cannonball's expression half-sours as this slick scumbag just saunters in, not so much stealing Cannonball's thunder as blasting the stormcloud apart. Hrrng. This would be the part where the figurative lightning cracks between Cannonball's optic band and E'byn's eyes.
And if that's how tall, pale, and lavender wants to play it, Cannonball can do so as well. "Yes, so very nice to meet you, E'byn" Cannonball says through clenched teeth, though taking the moment to swoop up to Clipper's side. "But Miss Clipper and I were about to go mingle among the other patrons" he adds, lightly taking Clipper's arm in a gentlemanly manner - what he can manage given their size difference, that is.
--- OOC: Grabbing of Clipper done with player permission.
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Post by SceneMod on May 4, 2010 9:54:28 GMT -5
As Cannonball attempts to lay claim on Clipper, Bleak steps in front of the pirate.
"I would like to remind the gentleman that the merchandise is here to be displayed, not for the edification of any one person," the blackbird says, tone respectful, but not brooking any argument.
Music starts then, a sweeping instrumental piece, in three-quarter time.
"Miss Clipper, it is time to show yourself in movement," Bleak says, gently but firmly removing Clipper's arm from Cannonball's and leading her into a waltz. The crowd moves back to allow the duo room to maneuver.
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Post by Clipper on May 5, 2010 19:26:23 GMT -5
Clipper is feeling quite bubbly fuzzy, and so misses the challenge thrown back and forth between the pirate and the... the lavender guy, but she doesn't miss Bleak's rebuke.
"It's all right, Mr. Bleak, sir," she interjects with a disarming smile as she smoothes her hand down the fabric of her garment. "Miss's beautiful dress wasn't even wrinkled. I'm sure he wasn't planning on hurting it at all."
E'byn smirks in Cannonball's direction, and deftly plucks the glass from Clipper's hand as Bleak swings her gracefully into an open section of the floor in the opening steps of a waltz.
Clipper giggles, following Bleak's lead - she's never waltzed before - and nods with agreement. "Yes, of course! It is such a beautiful dress. Everyone should see how it flows." She has to fix her optics up on Bleak's face after a few moment's, though. The warm fuzz in her processor is making her a little dizzy with all the twirls and side-steps of the dance. Fortunately, Bleak leads very deftly, even if he is so much taller than she is; his long wingspan makes up the height difference between them so that neither of them have to either hunch or stretch too far.
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Post by Cannonball on May 9, 2010 22:01:36 GMT -5
Cannonball's jaw clenches as Bleak blocks him off. "Hrrngh. Fine."
Then his browridge rises as Clipper mentions the dress, yet again. What's up with that...? Sure, it's a nice dress, but it's basically a floor decoration...
Cannonball then narrows his optic ridge at E'byn. He does not care for this organic one bit, no sir. However, he strolls over, casual as he can be, then turns to watch Clipper dance with Bleak, leaning over at E'byn, speaking in a hushed tone: "Ye'd be wise to tread carefully, boy..."
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Post by SceneMod on May 10, 2010 22:38:49 GMT -5
Bleak's winged arms are indeed long, though the height difference does mean he must forgo traditional waltz posture. The blackbird manages to look graceful even in his slightly hunched position, as if he is used to dealing with those shorter then himself.
He does, from time to time, swing a beady eye to watch Cannonball. The pirate has made himself a bit of a pushy nuisance; Bleak will have to be sure to let Shi're know of the "gentleman's" interest.
In the meantime, Clipper's comments about not mussing the dress have sparked interest in more than just Cannonball. A few even murmur to each other, (very quietly) wondering aloud at the girl's naivete. Can Shi're have truly manged to keep the reason for this gathering so secret and so well?
Speaking of Shi're, she is standing next to the fountain, having a rather animated discussion with Vy'lien. She's smiling, but she doesn't look happy.
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Post by Clipper on May 11, 2010 12:47:50 GMT -5
The bubbly fuzz has Clipper pleasantly floating, oblivious both to the hushed commentary of the crowd, and to the impending showdown Bleak had just extricated her from moments before. In fact, when she catches a quick glimpse of Miss across the room, all Clipper sees is the smile, not the unhappiness, and merely assumes that she is doing a good job.
She is glad, though, that Mister Bleak doesn't seem to desire or require any sort of conversation. The fuzziness is pleasant, but it makes her thoughts hard to organize, and she has this vague feeling that she just hadn't been quite as clever a conversationalist with the Captain and E'byn as she could have been.
Speaking of said pair, E'byn tilts a vaguely bored sigh in Cannonball's direction as he finds a wait person to dispose of Clipper's glass with. "Oh? Or what? You'll export me with your cargo?" he replies in equally quiet tones, his voice the very essence of haughty disregard.
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Post by Cannonball on May 14, 2010 12:26:30 GMT -5
Cannonball notes the discussion going on at the fountain. Hnn. The robot from before seems to be talking up the seller. That can't go well.
Cannonball glances over at E'byn, grinning. "Oh, no, lad. That'd be too kind. I'd be more inclined t' 'ave you walk th' plank."
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Post by Clipper on May 18, 2010 19:41:47 GMT -5
skipping Scenemod by request
E'byn quirks a brow at Cannonball and sneers sidelong. "Ah, so I see. Cargo Captain, eh. Funny, you didn't happen to mention where you liberated that cargo from," he replies smoothly. Unimpressed secret agent mech is unimpressed.
Which just begs the question... who is better, Ninja or Pirate? LET'S FIND OUT!
Wait, no, dancing. There's still dancing going on. Best to wait on that epic-ness. And the owl goes unfulfilled.
But the blackbird does not. He's doing a wonderful job of waltzing Clipper all throughout the room, even managing to slip in a decorous twirl that makes Clipper gasp and giggle in that trilling little voice of hers. She still wishes that Holi were there, though. Bleak is a fine enough dancer, she supposes (lacking a large amount of experience upon which to really base a comparison, but he's made her at least not feel graceless so far, so that must count for something, right?), but dancing with Holi would make it...
Perfect.
Ah well. Maybe after the party and Miss has sold her dresses and Clipper can get her radio fixed and maybe go help out with everyone else or something. Miss did mention maybe being able to have something of a private showing for him, after all, and Miss has been so very nice to her so far.
Is the music starting to wind down? Bleak seems to be maneuvering her through the steps with a little bit more direction now. That could just be the warm, pink fuzz in her processor, though...
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Post by Cannonball on May 18, 2010 22:35:48 GMT -5
"Nobody asked," Cannonball answers with a smirk. Cannonball could totally take E'byn, with one clamp tied behind his back!
"Wonder if there's more where she came from..." he muses absently as Bleak spins Clipper. He hasn't even gotten one girl yet, and Cannonball already wants a harem.
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Post by SceneMod on May 19, 2010 20:41:35 GMT -5
Bleak is indeed being more deliberate in his steps, and the music is winding down. He ends the dance in a graceful bow, and hopefully Clipper does not forget her lessons on how to curtsy.
Shi're appears at Clipper's elbow, beaming. "Wonderful, simply wonderful, my dear. Now it's time for a wardrobe change. I'd like my clients to see a how versatile my...line is." Shi're seems to be laughing silently to her self.
"Bleak, if you would please take our little miss to the room off the fountain court? There are attendants waiting to dress her for the auction."
As Bleak moves to sweep Clipper off to the indicated room, several of the gentlemen press in on Shi're, babbling compliments and speculating on prices.
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Post by Clipper on May 21, 2010 10:32:26 GMT -5
E'byn snorts - decorously, of course - and eyes Cannonball sidelong. "Here's a thought: why don't you go try to find that world of hers and find out? I'm sure a... Captain of your caliber would have no problems tracking such a place down, especially if you were to leave right away." The gent offers Cannonball a poisonously polite smile; competition, he does not like it.
Clipper definitely recalls her lessons in curtsying, and does so at the ending flourish with grace and aplomb that belies the giddy fuzz in her processor.
Ooooo, a wardrobe change?! "Yes, Miss," Clipper replies with excitement. More lovely things to show off! Miss must be pleased with how she's doing, then, since she looks so happy, and that happiness rubs off on Clipper as she allows Bleak to gracefully guide her away from the lights and crowd and glittering glam of the party.
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Post by Cannonball on May 21, 2010 19:37:47 GMT -5
Cannonball snorts in return, taking a drink from a passing waiter, knocking helf of it back. Gotta have something to keep putting up with this guy. "Would if I could, lad. Got me own thought, though - 'ow bout you take a long walk off of a short launchstrip, an' let the men 'ere do their business?"
With that, Cannonball takes his leave of E'byn, edging closer to Shi're. Though E'byn is free to follow, as Cannonball is indeed still in the room.
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