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Post by Mirage on Jun 11, 2010 18:19:54 GMT -5
Day 12; Event Horizon; open to all Autobots- and really Springer needs someone to fail at flirting with, so please, drop in.
The training room Mirage has commandeered is not the sim room, but one of the smaller spaces for individual use, possibly the same one he and Oracle used a short while back. There's low benches at one end, and the far end is mirrored so that one can check his form as he practices.
Mirage is using the mirror to check his looks, albeit in a rather distracted manner. He has deliberately waited a few days before dealing with this latest assignment of Xaaron's. If anyone asks, this is because he's still working on that side investigation for Pyrite. Things are moving much more slowly that he likes, and it disturbs him, so on that front he welcomes this distraction.
Really however, he's delayed because of the incident with Rodimus. Mirage can't help feeling as if he has done the young Prime some sort of wrong, and beyond that, his pride, his confidence, has been pricked a bit. Rejection Mirage has experienced, and he accepts that he isn't to everyone's tastes. But...Rodimus seems genuinely interested, yet at the same time terribly put off by the idea of Mirage.
Rodimus's reactions confuse Mirage, and the spy does not like to be confused.
He turns at the sound of approaching footsteps. Hopefully that is Springer and they can get started on the first lesson.
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Post by Springer on Jun 11, 2010 18:36:24 GMT -5
If Mirage doesn't like to be confused, then he's going to absolutely hate this assignment.
It is indeed Springer, who enters looking rather confused himself. He closes the door behind him, hopeful that no one sees this strange exercise. He feels it's an exercise in futility, really.
A sigh, then he rests his hands on his hips. "Alright, let's get this started so it can be over with - I've got other things to take care of." Though, it's because of those things that Springer is here in the first place. How was Springer supposed to know that he got Troi's motor running? Not that Springer would know that as a double-entendre...
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Post by Mirage on Jun 11, 2010 20:42:12 GMT -5
Mirage knows a Springer of course, and this one looks quite like that one, but Mirage hasn't had much opportunity to interact with the Wrecker. He's not exactly to Mirage's tastes, but certainly attractive in the buff, rugged sort of way some mechs like. He strides over to Springer and tries to walk around him, giving the Wrecker one very thorough looking over.
"Hmm, well, you certainly have what to work with, but rough around the edges doesn't even begin to describe things," he murmurs, mostly to himself, "I sincerely doubt this will be a single session lesson."
Once he's completed his circle, Mirage smiles a very handsome smile and says, "Why in such a hurry? Am I so unpleasing to your optics?"
That would be the deep end you've been shoved into, Springer.
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Post by Springer on Jun 11, 2010 20:55:34 GMT -5
Very uncomfortable, the deep end is. Springer's already put off by the once-over.
"What are you getting at? What does it matter what I look like? I'm a Wrecker, rough comes with the territory." He frowns, browridge raising at the spy's smile, crossing his arms. "I'm in a hurry because I have to plan things that Xaaron's dumped on my plate."
Wait, what did he say?
"Huh? Come again?"
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Post by Mirage on Jun 11, 2010 21:28:36 GMT -5
Mirage quirks a browridge at Springer's questions and confusion, amusement shining very clearly in his yellow optics. That browridge goes even higher at the Wrecker's final question.
Mirage chuckles lowly, and he deliberately lets a bit of heat creep into his gaze, "Springer, dear, you'll have to work a bit harder than that. I don't preform on demand for just anyone."
"Now, it is my understanding that Xaaron wishes you to learn how best to take advantage of those rugged good looks of yours. But I think before we can even think about that we need to clarify some things. So that I can best tailor the instruction."
"What do you find attractive in a partner?"
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Post by Springer on Jun 11, 2010 23:26:43 GMT -5
Now Springer is even more perplexed than before. "Perform? I didn't ask for a performance, I asked for clarification..." he says, trailing off, then sighing. This is going to be a long cycle.
Then Mirage asks the partner question. "Well, someone who watches my back, is good with whatever equipment they may bring along, and can make the best of any situation. However, I'd prefer to have a team than just a partner."
Yes, Springer thinks Mirage is talking about for combat missions.
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Post by Mirage on Jun 12, 2010 9:43:12 GMT -5
A pained expression flits across Mirage's face and he brings one hand up to his forehead. This is going to be harder than he thought.
"A romantic partner, Springer. Not a comrade-in-arms. Surely your reality isn't filled with asexual beings incapable of desire, love, or wanting." Mirage actually shudders at the thought of such a thing.
"What lines turn your head, what builds make your body tense and set your spark- or is it core?- aflutter?"
Mirage returns to teaching by example, again giving the Wrecker an appreciative look. He reaches out to try and just trace the edge of Springer's helm with the back of his hand.
"What do you like?"
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Post by Springer on Jun 12, 2010 16:07:57 GMT -5
"Roma-- Wait, what?" Springer shakes his head a bit. "Is this one of those things like the 'females'? Because I'm still trying to sort that out..."
Springer gives Mirage a look of discomfort as the spy grills him, and gets all up in his grill at the same time. His head tilts to the side, away from the reaching hand with a frustrated frown. "I like doing my job."
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Post by Mirage on Jun 12, 2010 20:47:31 GMT -5
"Oh for Primus's sake, Springer," Mirage sighs, now sounding more like the petulant noble most consider him, "Romance is most certainly not limited to realities with feminine builds. I can understand being single-minded of purpose, but really."
Mirage is seriously wondering if he isn't going to have to be crude with Springer, just to get points across. Ugh. He so hates to cheapen such things with common terminology.
"There's more to life than killing," he says, the soft tone covering the edge of bitterness in his words. Didn't Mirage just have this conversation?
He steps back a bit and places one hand on his hip, shifting his weight just off center. He cocks his head slightly to the right and again smiles that seductive smile.
"Evaluate my appearance, please."
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Post by Springer on Jun 12, 2010 21:12:20 GMT -5
Springer clenches his jaw a bit, raising an accusatory finger at Mirage, snapping at him "I know there's more to life than killing, but when you're caught up in a war that's lasted for Primacron knows how long, you don't really get time for much else!"
Then Springer sighs, putting his hands down, calming himself. "Sorry about that. Just...this planet is the Pit on my nerves."
However, when he looks back up again, it's back to confusion. What the heck is up with that weird smile Mirage keeps using?
Appearance, appearance... "Uh... your build suits your function, but wouldn't make the grade for Wreckers' standard."
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jun 12, 2010 21:17:14 GMT -5
Farlane is on break. He'd been working his round little butt off for the past few days, trying not to make a bad reputation and raking in cash like a good little opportunist. Really ought to rename himself to 'Oddjob' sometimes. Now he was actually going to go grab a snack and then maybe go loaf about in his room for a few hours. A rest worthy of his great pinkness!
Somewhat unfortunately, it appears that he's walked into the wrong room.
"Oh," he says intelligently, glancing between the room's two occupants. Taking in the confused look on the handsome green dude's face, and then the reeeaaallly interesting way the gorgeous blue was standing, Farlane takes a moment to stare. Then he takes another moment to mentally rearrange the day's priorities; it was a simple fact that Farlane was never in the wrong room for long.
"Heeey there," he purrs, grinning brightly. His voice is currently on his default masculine setting too, to add to the confusion. "If you guys are gonna do training stuff, can I watch?"
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Post by Mirage on Jun 12, 2010 21:44:23 GMT -5
Mirage opens his mouth to tell Springer that a combat evaluation was not what he meant when Farlane walks in. As the very pink bot obviously checks both he and Springer out, Mirage also checks Farlane out. Hmm, pretty, a bit too pretty really for Mirage's tastes, and very, very pink. Mirage's first thought is that Xaaron has embraced the idea of maintaining morale most heartily, and has procured a...professional to that end. However, the newcomer has some distinctly Cybertronian features, and his overall manner, while flirty, is not that of such...hired help.
The male voice from the feminine form doesn't phase Mirage. Gender means little for him, and he's seen pleasure-bots of both sexes tricked out to the nines before.
"Actually, my dear, you could be of great help," he says, striding over to Farlane. He takes Farlane's hand, bows low as he brings it to his lips and presses a light kiss to the back of it, all the while keeping his optics locked with Farlane's. "You are obviously knew to our company. I am Mirage, and my rough and tumble companion there is Springer. Springer, dear, do you mind company for this exercise?"
Is that amusement dancing in Mirage's optics? Oh yes.
Turning on the charm w/ Farlane ok'd by his player.
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Post by Springer on Jun 13, 2010 0:16:05 GMT -5
Wait, what? A pink robot, that seems to have the lines that would indicate a female, but the voice doesn't line up with what he knows about girls.
Springer's processor hurts already.
Springer groans a bit. Seems like even when he's off of Pz-Zazz, bad luck follows him. "Xaaron never mentioned anyone else to take part in this farce..." And if either of them ask, Springer has the sinking feeling that the Emirate would be all too happy to include someone else.
"Whatever. Let's just get this charade over with..." he answers, turning away from the pair, hands on his hips.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jun 13, 2010 16:19:21 GMT -5
Now, now, Springer. Farlane had much too big a chest to be a femme.
"Help, huh?" Farlane's grin grows a bit wider at that. Blue boy had an oddly familiar accent, although it wasn't until Mirage brings one of his dainty hands up to be kissed that the pink mech connects the dots and realizes why. We-hell. Looks like he was dealing with blue blood.
"Farlane's the name," he says after Mirage's introductions, lightly placing his free hand on his chest in a politely flattered manner. Then Springer speaks up and he glances up at the green mech.
"Aw, hun, it ain't a charade if ya do it right," Farlane cocks his curvy hips and winks teasingly.
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Post by Mirage on Jun 13, 2010 18:14:03 GMT -5
Mirage smirks and quirks a brow up at Farlane. He may have to reevaluate his original impression; this newcomer is very definitely a... professional.
"A pleasure, my dear, a pleasure. And do excuse Springer's brusque manner. I'm afraid he's had little enough chance to practice the niceties where he comes from."
"Which," he segues, "is the reason for our practice session. We must present our best face to the public below, especially after our...shaky introduction." See Springer, Mirage can be circumspect. He isn't just announcing that you have less game than a fresh paint.
Mirage tries to tuck Farlane's arm under his and lead the pretty pink car over to Springer.
"Springer, please, do try to be friendly. Now, compliment our new gentleman on his appearance, please."
Hopefully, Mirage hasn't guessed wrong.
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