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Post by Springer on Jun 14, 2010 22:57:42 GMT -5
Springer snorts. "Fine then, a farce."
He then crosses his arms, turning around. "I've never had a need for these so-called 'niceties' Xaaron wants me to learn, I've gotten by just fine without them." Springer's counting that they didn't get pitched out of the casino and in even more legal trouble as 'just fine'.
Then at Mirage's request, Springer cocks a browridge.
"...she's pink."
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jun 15, 2010 22:56:47 GMT -5
Ah, so he was going to help educate the poor fellow on the ways of the flirt. Nothing he hadn't done before, but considering the air of befuddlement that was hanging around the green mech it probably wasn't going to be particularly easy.
Oh well, he thinks, happily slipping into arm candy mode as Mirage led them towards Springer. Flirting with two hot guys wasn't in his grand plan for the day, but he supposes he could squeeze it in between the 'loafing about' and the 'doing nothing'. This day was looking pretty good so far!
Then Springer, uh, 'compliments' him.
"Why, thank you!" Farlane chirps, because he is, indeed, quite pink!
"You got a lovely color scheme too," he smiles cloyly as he looks Springer over. "Gorgeous shades a' green."
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Post by Mirage on Jun 16, 2010 17:43:15 GMT -5
Mirage grimaces and brings a hand up to rub at his temples. Maybe making ninjas out of Dinobots would be the easier task.
Dear Primus, did he actually just consider that as a serious option?
"Springer," he begins, and his voice has a bit more authority than previous "if you got along 'just fine' then Xaaron would not have assigned you this remedial work. The Emirate is not in the habit of wasting people's time. Beyond that, he has a valid concern, and it works both ways: if you are completely oblivious on how to manipulate and use your assets to best advantage, then you will be unable to recognize when someone is doing the same to you."
Mirage smirks, "And handsome as you are, I have no intention of playing nursemaid to you in social situations, just to keep you from winding up broke and tied up in a hotel room somewhere."
He turns his attention to Farlane and smiles, a dazzling smile with just a hint of heat. "Of course, if we're going to go much further with this, I must ask which gender you identify with: male, female, or yes? Androgyny was quite the rage at one time among my class, but I've yet to meet anyone who so...embodies the ideal as you do, my dear."
Oh yes, that is a compliment.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jun 16, 2010 20:31:51 GMT -5
What is it about this training room today?
Actually, Rodimus just happens to be passing by when he hesitates, something familiar pinging on his subconscious. The room's in use, he's sure of it, but he does take a moment to peek his head in, checking to verify his instincts.
Yup. Yup, people are in there. Rodimus is a bit more surprised when he sees who it is. He peers around the room, confused.
"You know, this training room is way too quiet to be containing a Wrecker. What's going on?"
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Post by Springer on Jun 16, 2010 21:48:41 GMT -5
Springer blinks at the compliment, and then shrugs. "Gets the job done."
Then Mirage opens his mouth, and Springer scowls. "I've gotten along fine for vorns without these glitched concepts!" Springer throws his arms to the sides in a wild gesture, shaking his head. "It's like trying to teach Blurr to stay still, or trying to teach Bluestreak to be quiet-" Springer cuts a Look⢠at Mirage. "It just doesn't work."
Then Rodimus shows up. Springer rests his hands on his hips. "Xaaron's got fancyplates here trying to teach me to... the slag was it called again...flirt?"
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jun 17, 2010 14:48:03 GMT -5
What gender? That caught Farlane rather off-guard. Oh, well, he didn't mind being referred to as either or, or even others- pit, he was anything people paid him to be- but it's been a while since anyone had actually asked.
"I, ah, gen'rally stick to bein' a guy off hours," the pink carbot chuckled rather sheepishly, rubbing the back of his helm. "If ya wanna use a more 'propriate noun though, s' no problem."
Then Rodimus frikken Prime pops in.
"Yep, flirtin'," Farlane beams and gives their latest company a flirty little wave, just because. "We're stuck on complimentin' so far though. Ya wanna join?" Because Springer obviously needs more of an audience.
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Post by Mirage on Jun 17, 2010 21:46:06 GMT -5
"I prefer to use the pronouns that you prefer, and if male is your current default, then male it shall be." He cuts his optics over at Springer and says, "One can't assume gender based on either appearance or voice, Springer dear."
Oh. Look. Rodimus.
Mirage smiles and nods politely at the Prime, inwardly tense but not showing it, "As Springer says, I am attempting to teach him how to manage in company. Not in society, of course, for he'll never manage that, but in polite company." Mirage smirks ever so slightly.
"As Farlane says, you are welcome to observe, or join in the lessons, at your leisure."
Didn't Rodimus sort of indicate he could use a refresher on how to flirt, a few days ago?
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jun 17, 2010 21:53:50 GMT -5
In a move that probably proves Mirage right about Rodimus's need for a refresher course, the young Prime just bursts out laughing as he's told what it is they're doing.
And then he keeps laughing. Hard enough that he has to use the door frame to support himself.
"Springer?! Flirting!?" he exclaims, still chuckling. "And Emirate Xaaron ordered this?"
He turns a wide, amused grin on Springer. "So what the hell did you do to piss the buzzard off, anyway?"
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Post by Springer on Jun 17, 2010 22:40:40 GMT -5
Springer's annoyance is reaching its limits. Between Mirage's jabs and Rodimus' guffawing, the Wrecker has reached the breaking point, and he steps up to Mirage, grabbing ahold of the Spy by his neck.
"Now see here, fancyplates. I may not come from a world like yours where this kind of stuff I'm supposed to learn is commonplace. However, I'm fairly certain that across all realities, if one is to be a good teacher, one doesn't treat their students like the slag on the bottom of their feet! Now, are you gonna pull your nose out of the rafters long enough to do this properly, or should I just leave?"
--- OOC: Manhandling of Mirage done with player permission.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jun 18, 2010 6:50:52 GMT -5
"Whoa, whoa, hey now." Farlane moves to step between Springer and Mirage, trying to place a calming hand on the Wrecker's arm and maybe coax him to let the noble go. "I'm pretty sure ya don't need t' get physical to get the point across, man."
Whelp, looks like his free day just went to the pit. Ah well, nothing for it now; here's hoping his peacemaking skills were still up to date. It's been a while since he'd had to get between two Autobots in a non-kinky sense.
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Post by Mirage on Jun 18, 2010 8:01:13 GMT -5
Mirage can't help but grin at Rodimus's reaction, and he opens his mouth to say something when Springer grabs him. "Urk!" he gasps, both hands coming up to grasp at Springer's. Not quite fighting the hold, not just yet. Springer is stronger than Mirage, but there are still ways to deal with such a hold. Mirage just doesn't quite want to use them if he doesn't have to do so. He tries to catch both Farlane and Rodimus's optics and shakes his head minutely, trying to tell them to let him handle it. "Does that little tirade," he says, voice strained, "mean that you now intend to put your own effort into this training rather than bitch and moan and give it only passing attention?" Mirage tilts his head as best he's able and smirks up at the Wrecker. One hand traces the seams of Springer's hand as Mirage leans in just enough to close that slight distance between their faces. "If you'd just said from the beginning that you like it rough, we could have been getting along so much better," he purrs as he runs his lips along Springer's jaw. Remember, part of the reasons for these lessons is to teach Springer how to use flirting as a weapon. OOC: "Fighting back" ok'd by Springer's player.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jun 18, 2010 9:39:52 GMT -5
Rodimus's optics open wide and he automatically takes two steps forward to try and pull Springer apart when Mirage catches his eye. He reluctantly stops himself, but remains ready to inteferre if it looks like someone might get hurt after all.
And then he sees how Mirage handles the situation.
Rodimus covers his face with the palm of his right hand and shakes his head, groaning slightly.
"Oh, gods," he mutters, showing the tendancy to swear by an unspecified god or even multiple gods rather than to Primus that is common among those from his reality. Then he lowers his hand just enough to peek over it and continue watching.
"And now I've got 'Trainwrecker' Syndrome."
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Post by Springer on Jun 18, 2010 11:13:16 GMT -5
Springer's about to protest to Mirage's accusation, when the spy gets intimate. "Wait, like what rou--" He's cut off as the spy gets even closer. There is a momentary pause, as what's going on registers to Springer, then he struggles to break free. If he can, he untangles himself from Mirage's hold and Farlane's touch, sputtering. There may be a bit of a shove in there aimed at Mirage as well.
Springer is ...clearly shaken, one hand resting on his head, the other out as a steadying counterbalance. He looks over at Mirage, clearly annoyed. "...the hell was that?!"
He glances at Rodimus, the Prime's presence being a confusing one more than anything. He just gives Roddy a look, one of those that says 'Really? Really?'.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jun 18, 2010 13:57:11 GMT -5
Mirage had that look in his eyes that told Farlane he was about to do something crazy. Which was all the warning Farlane got, really, because next few moments happened faster than he could speed up his processors to completely understand. He expected things like this on Pz-Zazz, but not onboard an Autobot ship. Should've remembered insanity had no preferences.
He glances between Springer and Mirage, properly bewildered for a moment. Then he pulls himself together and glances at Rodimus Prime... who looked just as bewildered as he felt. Well, that was useful. Springer looked shaken, Mirage had just pulled a rather dick move; Farlane hated to play white knight here, but this was beginning to piss him off.
"You know, I don't like being a prop off hours either." The pink mech glowers at Mirage as he moves to stand between him and Springer, doorwings flared protectively. The cheerfulness was gone from his tone replaced with a cultured coldness and a slight Praxian accent. "Now how about we stop this?"
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Post by Mirage on Jun 18, 2010 20:03:03 GMT -5
Mirage was expecting the shove. He makes no attempt to hold onto Springer, instead rolling with the fall and ending in a partial crouch, one leg extended back behind him, the other bent at the knee both hands on the floor for balance. It would be the perfect position for rushing an opponent, if this were a spar.
He looks up, not smirking for once, his optics narrowed and his lips drawn in a thin line as he takes in Farlane's protective stance and Springer's confusion.
"That," he says to Springer, voice hard-edged, "was lesson one: initiating unexpected or unwanted intimacy and/or making intimate comments places your mark off balance and pushes them into a defensive position from which you can either press forward in attack or escape as situation dictates. It also presents you with opportunity to learn about your mark," Mirage cuts his optics back to Farlane, "and about those close to him or her, to better tailor your future machinations."
Mirage stands, "Flirting is a form of manipulation. A skilled warrior could have killed or incapacitated you in you twenty different ways during the seconds in which your processors were burning from confusion. Thirty or more ways, if that warrior were Needlenose."
He isn't too thrilled to have Rodimus standing there during this particular lesson, but oh well. Not like they're on the best of terms right now, anyway.
"You've done nothing but talk down to me about how useless and ridiculous, how much a waste of time you find such things, as if you consider them beneath you. Yet, you rail at me for treating your rough manner in the same way. Such a lovely double standard you hold there, Springer dear."
Mirage does not actually address Farlane. The pleasure-bot isn't the focus of this exercise, and his mama bear act rather annoys Mirage right now.
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