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Post by Mirage on Jun 13, 2010 22:28:03 GMT -5
//Tell anyone what, my darling? You were with me the whole time, and we caused no trouble.//
Well. Not yet, anyway.
Hmm. He needs a distraction, something to give Bambi the chance to flee. Mirage begins to study the racking near him. It takes longer than he'd like but eventually he finds toward the far end of the space that suits. It's missing a bolt on one shelf, and a few other seem a bit loose. If this one bracket skews just this way....
Why, it's just an accident waiting to happen.
//Get ready to move. Head toward the door using cover as best you can.//
The rack collapses in a rather loud manner. Mirage is moving, cloaked, no a line to intercept Bambi in case he needs to hide her as well.
Now, here's hoping the watchman does as watchmen are wont to do when there is a sudden noise in an empty warehouse. Come on, security boy, play to the trope. Promise you won't die.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jun 14, 2010 10:26:36 GMT -5
Eee, but Mirage is so smooth!
Bambi twitches just a bit, hearing the clatter.
The watchman also twitches, and sighing, he packs up his delicious sandwich, flicks on his flashlight, and moves off to investigate. He mutters, sounding disgusted, "Really big rats...?"
Bambi leaps down from the top of the rack, landing neatly, ankles flexed, and she scampers along the racks, half-crouched, head often moving in directions other than the one she's moving, looking back over her shoulder at the way the watchman went. The door's just over this way...
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Post by Mirage on Jun 15, 2010 10:46:31 GMT -5
Good girl.
Mirage spies Bambi, more from catching her motion than actually seeing her. He angles a bit more so that he should intercept her just at the end of the racking, before she has to cross the open area to the doorway.
//Coming up on your left, love.// he warns //Let me cloak you and we'll be off.//
Once he reaches her, Mirage will try and scoop her up in his arms. If he succeeds, he'll head out of the warehouse with her.
If not well...that probably means they're about to have an argument!
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jun 15, 2010 22:02:34 GMT -5
Bambi is all about being carried around by a handsome spy. She could get used to this.
But she probably shouldn't.
None of this is all fun and games, and she's unsure if she should even stay with the Autobots or strike out on her own.
Mirage probably has better things to be doing than babysit scientists, anyway. What was Emirate Xaaron thinking, anyway? Sighing, Bambi curls against Mirage. She should go back to her potsherds and dusty, fractured bones and forget the night and the danger.
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Post by Mirage on Jun 15, 2010 23:01:55 GMT -5
Mirage has seen enough for tonight. Not nearly as much as he needs, and certainly more than he'd ever wished to see, but enough for now. He starts to head back out of the shipping port, again alternating between using his cloak and using his shadow.
When Bambi sighs and leans into him, Mirage tries to gently run a hand up and down her back, an attempt at a reassuring gesture. //You did perfectly fine, dear heart, you really did,// he murmurs, //You've great potential, which is much, much more than I can say for- well. My other students. I would gladly give you additional lessons, using the simulation room aboard the ship, if you like.//
//Plus, I believe I owe you a story, once we're out of here.//
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jun 16, 2010 9:55:23 GMT -5
Doing better than the other Dinobots here, though, is not exactly a compliment, is it?
But... lessons. Can Bambi resist the siren call of education?
Maybe Bambi shouldn't stand so close to Mirage, not that she's actually standing. But.
Okay, she'll at least stick around for the story, she decides. How many people get to record history from an inter-dimensional traveler? It's just a shame that all the journals will think she's mad and laugh if she ever tried to get it published.
Bambi replies hesitantly, //...me Bambi take you Mirage up on that, when there time.//
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Post by Mirage on Jun 16, 2010 22:13:41 GMT -5
//Well, if you'd like, we've time for the story now.// Mirage says. // You've local clothing, yes? There's a lovely little all-night tea room not terribly far from here, if you're amiable.//
Mirage continues to slips silently between alleyways and shadows until they can leave the shipping port. Unless Bambi protests, he'll continue to carry her until they are a comfortable distance away.
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