Blurr
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Post by Blurr on May 19, 2010 22:31:15 GMT -5
In the long way goes Blurr, around to the decon chamber. He doesn't fidget restlessly as he waits this time. He sets down his dummy container to let it and his arm warm back up while the decontamination runs its course. He watches that little square on his passkey deepen to bright blue, then checks his time with a grimly serious face. Almost. Almost….
The instant the doors open, he grabs the container and he's off, out the other door so fast he drags a trail of sanitised air behind him for a few metres. Down the residential route this time; still too much traffic on the straightest course. He has the container close to his windscreen, one hand cupped under it, the other hand resting atop it to keep it steady. The cold already stings. He just knows it'll burn before this is finished.
He's in the lab and out again, only barely pausing to set down the dummy container on one of the storage spaces and pick it up after he comes about. He takes a wholly new route back – it wasn't on the maps, but he manages the navigation on his own – and rounds the room, greeting Bob on his way out. Down another side route this time, but a car accident blocking the road forces him to cut across. He takes the alleys the rest of the way to the lab and "drops off" the container again. Into the spot just beside the first one it goes, then he grabs it and starts back to the port.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on May 20, 2010 11:04:09 GMT -5
'See if he go boom'? Hmm. Interesting!
Fleetwind glances sidelong at the drone, but keeps his focus on the scene below. He doesn't stay in one place, moving as he must to see around buildings, but again, he remains high enough to keep that at a minimum.
He answers with the truth, but without being very specific.
"I believe I know him. I'm trying to verify this." Fleetwind smiles faintly, briefly. "This is proving tricky."
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Post by SceneMod on May 21, 2010 20:30:24 GMT -5
Patterwing, true to her word, doesn't even turn to watch Blurr as he darts in and out of the lab not once but twice. She's compiling and entering data as fast as she can- which is pretty darn fast for an bird in a hasmat suit!
She still notices him though, and his even faster speed. She trills happily.
The camera drone isn't really watching Blurr now, intent as it is on Fleetwind. After all, this is just the pre-show; once Blurr really gets down to business, the drone and its operator won't be distracted.
"Auk! Know him, maybe, know him?" The drone tries to flit around Fleetwind, giving the pastel jet a once over. "How you know him? He's new! You new too?" There's the sound of a lens zooming in as the drone focuses on Fleetwind's sigil. "Ohhhh, tink I seen your group."
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Blurr
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Post by Blurr on May 25, 2010 9:14:37 GMT -5
While the jet and the eye in the sky chat, Blurr keeps moving, ignoring that odd feeling that he's being watched. Of course he's being watched in one sense or another; these are important trial runs and he can't be the only one tracking his time! He's another four trips in before the lunch traffic begins to thin out as diners head back to work. The guards at the gate must have been eating lunch, too, because this time, they're back on their posts.
"Hey guys!" Blurr calls on his approach. They barely manage to look up before he bolts right on through and the skinny guard is blown right off his feet. Blurr grimaces even if they can't see it. "Sorry about that!" He doesn't say anything to Bob this time through and now that the lunch hour is up, Blurr decides it's time to take the straight course.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on May 25, 2010 13:23:29 GMT -5
"That's entirely possible," Fleetwind answers as the camera informs him that his group has been seen. He tilts his head and glances sideways at the camera, but tries to watch as much of the scene below as possible.
"I think he's from my planet." He shrugs. "I can't tell until I get a good look at him. What is it to you, anyway?"
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Post by SceneMod on May 25, 2010 14:26:55 GMT -5
A short antenna slides out of the side of the camera drone, bends, and then moves back and forth on the top of the drone. Yes, it's scratching its head.
"Same planet! What planet? Never said what planet...," the voice dissolves into mutterings about how no one pays attention to the details anymore.
At Fleetwind's query about motivation, however, the drone starts, and actually jerks back. It's tone is indignant.
"You watchy! No one else supposed to watchy, because no one else supposed to know to watchy! But you watchy!."
The camera flashes and a small scale image of Blurr appears in front of it. It's a bit fuzzy around the edges, but it's obviously Blurr.
"There! There, you see? You know 'im? "
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Blurr
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Post by Blurr on May 27, 2010 10:49:04 GMT -5
Blurr can't quite feel his fingers any more; the container is beyond freezing cold even though he's been careful to keep it as steady as his legs are mobile. For the real thing, he thinks, he might need to shut off some sensors to get through it. Just the pain sensors. He'd still like to know if it's getting way too cold to be safe, or if it's getting hot. Like explosively hot. Because he is not going boom.
Thinner crowds and traffic give him little reason to pause and fewer people to disturb on his run. He doesn't like accidentally knocking people over, after all, and he doesn't want to cause any wrecks. He neatly avoids the latter when he powers through a stoplight in the split second transition between amber and red.
"Just two more," he says to no-one as the lab building comes into sight. "Two more runs and that should be good. Ten's a nice, round number to draw averages from, right? So ten runs should be a good spread. Two more runs then!" He looks up at Patterwing on his way in to mimic another drop-off. "Two more makes ten," he tells her before turning around. "Ten should be good enough, I think, but what do you think?" And she should be just quick enough to answer before he's gone again.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on May 27, 2010 17:35:41 GMT -5
Fleetwind nods and hrms. "Yes, that's definitely him." He then glances back down below him. "You wouldn't have heard of the planet," he adds, because that's a sure bet.
"Why are you watching?" he asks. "Why would you expect him to 'go boom'?"
He hovers in place, but there's an impression of contained motion even from him, as he prepares to fight or fly as necessary.
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Post by SceneMod on May 27, 2010 22:56:04 GMT -5
The holo flicks off.
"No no no, not for you ears, no," the done says, waggling that antenna at Fleetwind.
The drone starts to toddle off to follow Blurr again, but stops abruptly. It spins slowly back around on the Seeker.
"So you know our new courier. Friend of yours, or enemy?" a completely different voice asks.
Patterwing waves at Blurr when he speaks to her, calling after him, "It'll do fine! I've got all the data I need!"
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Blurr
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Post by Blurr on May 31, 2010 12:31:26 GMT -5
On one hand, if Patterwing has all the data she needs, there's really not much reason to do these last two runs, is there? On the other, Blurr reasons, he promised two more. Ah well. Two won't take that long!
He doesn't slack off just because all the necessary information has already been gathered. As much effort goes into the endgame as he's given it from the beginning; he takes another side route on the way back and spends hardly long enough in the storage room to wave at Bob before taking off again. If he knew of the conversation that's going on, he'd be worried, but he doesn't have super hearing with his super speed and for reasons mostly editorial, he still doesn't quite spot that yellow speck in the sky.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on May 31, 2010 21:41:04 GMT -5
Courier? Hmm. Then these guys are not likely to react well to the idea that Fleetwind would just as soon see Blurr dead.
The Seeker gives the drone a wary look, then glances back down and shakes his head.
"Knowledge is very valuable. So I really don't understand why you expect me to keep giving it to you for free when I haven't gotten any return on my investment," he answers casually.
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 1, 2010 11:59:13 GMT -5
The drone chuckles, "A very valid point, my friend, very valid, and I'm impressed you didn't fall for the trap."
Of course, if Fleetwind were a friend of Blurr's he'd have no reason not to admit it. He also wouldn't be skulking about in the sky trying to ID him.
"I could point out that we helped you confirm the identity of your associate below, but really, that is not much in the grand scheme of things."
"You know, it's an interesting business, specialty items shipping is," the drone continues conversationally, "Lot of special cargoes, sometimes cargoes of questionable content, sometimes things which one's conscience balks against transporting. Contracts are contracts, though, and the items must be delivered."
The drone turns to watch Blurr's latest run.
"But there are always clauses that absolve the shipper of responsibility, in the event of a failed delivery."
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Blurr
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Post by Blurr on Jun 1, 2010 17:55:00 GMT -5
Last dummy drop off. This is the last one and then – then maybe Blurr and Patterwing can talk some more. The thought puts an extra spring in his step as he charges down the back alleyways. Makes it easier to ignore the way his arms are starting to lock up from the cold. Or maybe it just makes him feel a little warmer.
Warm would be good. The motor relays in his arms don't respond so well.
"Almost done," he murmurs. "I'm almost done then I can stop carrying this thing." Ah, but he'll have to carry the real thing soon enough.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Jun 1, 2010 22:51:59 GMT -5
Fleetwind studies the drone thoughtfully.
The things that the drone is implying are... very interesting. Very interesting indeed.
It's almost like the thing wants Blurr's shipment to fail.
Fleetwind doesn't actually comment on this, however. He just nods, and makes a little, "Hmmm," noise.
Then he looks at the drone.
"Do you have any other questions for me to fail to answer?" he asks politely.
He may have to get to work shortly.
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 2, 2010 11:41:35 GMT -5
The drone chuckles again, "No, no, not really. Enjoy your day. But if you need a job, Primatech is hiring."
"We pay very, very well for demolition work."
The drone then turns and flits off, heading toward the lab.
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