Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on May 29, 2010 7:18:40 GMT -5
What, is she deaf now as well? A displeased growl escapes his vocalizers, but when Rook gave him a look it subsided again. Getting into an argument with the spiderwench would not help the Predacon get what he wants to know, after all.
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Post by Blitzwing (Ani) on May 29, 2010 16:19:01 GMT -5
"Ooh!" Says Blitzwing, looking at Blackarachnia. "I love vhat you've done vith zis season's colours! So chic! So... risque! all zat is missing is..."
"...A bag zat is big enough to cover zat hideous head of yours."
He peers down at the blue-ish small robot that disappeared around a corner. He's seen someone of that build and size before, but doesn't get a good enough look at her.
"Hmmm..."
Blitzwing starts walking towards the bookshelf; if Glyph doesn't move soon he'll be looking right at her.
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Glyph
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Post by Glyph on May 31, 2010 6:37:29 GMT -5
Oh yeah, they're definitely talking about Unicron.
However, Glyph's mind is too busy racing about who to contact to notice that Blitzwing is gone from the group!
Priorities, you see. The terrible planet-devouring monster she read about in the database shortly after arrival is a cause for concern. The Decepticons looking for info on him is also a cause for concern! Personal safety at the moment, not so much.
What is it with these intellectual types and their ignorance of impending danger?
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Rook
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Post by Rook on May 31, 2010 19:21:57 GMT -5
Lugnut and Blitzwing recognize the receptionist, and she recognizes Rook as a Predacon. The crow's delight at how much easier this could make his current errand is outweighed by the fact that someone else has beaten him to the punch. He bows low, his folded wings sweeping behind him like a cape. "My sincerest apologies, madam. I did not realize you were one of our company. I don't suppose any of that data is restricted, is it?"
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Tasha Walker
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Post by Tasha Walker on May 31, 2010 23:40:09 GMT -5
Blackarachnia's smile grows brittle at Blitzwing's insult.
//Careful Blitzwing, or I'll give you a fourth personality that is a pretty, pretty princess, prefers to read tracts about unicorns and magical girls, and sips his energon from a dainty teacup,// she says over the shortband for all the Decepticons to hear.
She'd do it too.
The brittleness passes at Rook's courtly apology, and she smirks down at the bird. She checks a few things in the computer.
"No, it isn't, unless there's information not available to the librarian net, which I doubt. Some items have age restrictions, but that shouldn't be an issue for you."
"If you are not in too much of a hurry, I can provide more personal assistance to your search once the actual desk clerk returns from break, which should make finding your files easier ."
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Jun 1, 2010 5:30:28 GMT -5
She ignores Lugnut, but respond to Blitzwing? What does the triplechanger have that Lugnut doesn't?
Lugnut was about to make a quip about Blitzwing's crazy personality over the shortband when he spots his comrade walking away towards a shelf, turning to face it as well, a suspicious look settling on his face. //What's wrong?//
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jun 2, 2010 15:19:36 GMT -5
What is this? Another tall, dark, and gruesome caller at the library?
Scourge's bearing is one part sneering, one part petulant. Looking information up at the library. Really.
But this is going to be most efficient way of getting things done, and Scourge prides himself on his efficiency. So his pride wars with itself, and whoever wins, he loses.
After ascending the steps, it doesn't take him long to notice the group that is already there, bothering the... librarian. He slips over closer to a wall, pressing himself against it, and then vanishes into the aisles of shelves.
If he can't find the Linguistics section on his own, then, perhaps, he'll deal with the braying crowd.
Or maybe someone will walk into him by mistake. That kind of thing happens a lot.
Scourge hasn't bothered with clothing yet; it is doubtful that he ever will, unless pressed.
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Post by Arcee (RotF) on Jun 3, 2010 14:08:15 GMT -5
It seems a lot of them had the same idea. She'd say great minds think alike, but Arcee doesn't like to lie if she can help it.
Chromia lowers her book and stares at the source of the noise, fingers tightening around the volume as she mentally adds "silences" to the ever growing list of things that Decepticons are wont to destroy. Typical. It doesn't take any self-reminding to keep herself in check; she's not about to let loose in a public place, but that doesn't do much to take the edge off.
Two floors above, Arcee halts typing at her computer before getting up to move through the aisles, eventually stopping at a shelf close to the ramp. While her fingers quest along the spines, always just shy of touching them, she cranes her head slightly to stare past the ramp overlooking the main floor, taking in a good deal of what's going on below and sharing it.
Elsewhere, Elita-1 is rolling about the city, looking for job prospects. 'What do you think they're after?' she wonders suspiciously.
'Could be the same thing we are, or maybe something else altogether.' Chromia puts in.
'Hold the comm--think we got a problem.' Arcee, on the other hand, does notice Blitzwing leaving the group and heading towards Glyph, and at the exact same moment, Chromia gets up from her table to try and reach her, using their downward-looking view to take the best route that also keeps her hidden. Arcee doesn't know for sure that Glyph is an Autobot, just that there's a Decepticon who seems to have taken an interest in her and that she's too wrapped up in watching them to notice. The irony isn't lost on her.
//Hey, you, with the book. You might want to move back and away from there, you have a Decepticon headed your way.// She says on Autobot shortband. If Glyph reacts and hopefully takes her advice, she'll have her answer, if not, she'll be there really soon.
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Post by Blitzwing (Ani) on Jun 5, 2010 0:31:19 GMT -5
"Oh please," Blitzwing says, not even bothering to activate his radio. "Stop acting as if your little accident gives you some sort of authority mind circuitry. Zat is like saying that Starscream knows all zere is to know about fusion cannons because he's been blasted by zem so many times."
And now he's in front of a tiny little blue robot. Yeah, this one looks just like the annoying yellow Autobot back on Earth. And where his Autobot insignia was, this one is clutching a book.
"Hello zere. Zat looks like an interesting book you have zere. Vould you mind...?" He extends his hand to Glyph with an evil smile on his face.
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Glyph
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Post by Glyph on Jun 5, 2010 0:44:15 GMT -5
Alas, Glyph is not quick enough to react to Arcee's radio call, looking up and seeing Blitzwing.
Oh, dear...
She stammers, stepping backwards slowly. "Uh..uh...n-n-no, it's actually quite b-boring. History of Language - dry dry stuff, yeah. Not interesting at all!"
Alas, Glyph is not as brave or fast as Bumblebee. Hopefully, this big robot will lose interest!
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Jun 5, 2010 1:03:44 GMT -5
On the inside, Rook is slack-jawed and going "Huh?" at Blackarachnia's revelation that all the Unicron data is public. Visibly, he's unflappable, merely raising an eyeridge, then closing his optics and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Only a cat would attempt to hack into a public database." His universe's Ravage may or may not have said something unflattering to Rook at a party once.
He smiles and nods at the helpful she-spider. "Any assistance would be appreciated." The crow is flying toward the elevator, intending to visit the third floor and get what he came for, when he notices the situation developing with Glyph. A quick appraisal show Blitzwing seems to have things in hand, but he transmits a reminder over the local band just in case. //Play nice.//
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Tasha Walker
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jun 5, 2010 22:27:55 GMT -5
Blackarachnia doesn't comment on Rook's mention of cats and their intelligence. The kitten has his uses, but she couldn't really argue Rook's point.
"Very well. She'll be here in about fifteen minutes, so I will catch up with you boys then," she smirks.
//Like the bird says, play nice. Cause a scene, and I will toss the whole lot of you out on your ears.[/i]
OOC: Skippable for a couple rounds.
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Jun 6, 2010 7:22:06 GMT -5
Blitzwing not responding to his radio call? That rather annoys Lugnut, but he stays at Rook's side, just to make sure that the spider wench won't eat him while the zealot's not looking. Who knows what she gets up too, after all.
When Rook flies away, Lugnut gives Blackarachnia one last glare before following the crow. But then he notices just what Blitzwing was up too. Briefly, he is tempted to go over there and remind the Autobot to stick to her business. The radio call snaps him out of it however, and he is quick to follow Rook again, squeezing into the same elevator. //Do you think that there are more?//
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jun 6, 2010 9:41:06 GMT -5
Scourge's antennae twitch as an overheard snippet of conversation catches his attention. History of Language, eh? Sounds like a good start!
He tromps off in the direction of the sound, and he'll soon enough be entering the aisle from the other side, such that poor little Glyph will be stuck between Blitzwing on one end and Scourge on the other.
But Scourge might run into an Arcee on the way.
Tune in after a message from our sponsors, Kremzeek Cola, to find out!
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Post by Arcee (RotF) on Jun 6, 2010 16:32:27 GMT -5
And now, back to our program!
Chromia rounds the bookshelf and smoothly rolls up in front of Glyph, moving to put herself between the green Autobot and Blitzwing. Her optics narrow in an icy glare, but she makes no other moves, does nothing that can be construed as being hostile. She doesn't need to, her body language is clear. Back off. It should be noted that Chromia is actually shorter than Glyph, but such a trivial thing isn't going to stop her; she's used to being on the smaller side of the scale.
"Sounds to me like she minds, Decepticon," her tone would be almost pleasant, if it weren't so hollow, "So, why don't you look for another copy." She isn't asking.
Up on the third floor, Arcee takes note of Lugnut and Rook entering the elevator and curses, rushing back to her computer terminal and signing off, before quickly, but carefully, gathering the books beside it. Moving through the shelves, she discreetly places a book at a time in between titles like So You Want to be A Mobster?, Money Laundering for Dummies, and 10, 001 Fuel Cockt--hey, now that actually sounds interesting, she'll have to come back for it later.
'Please be looking for books on party planning or self-help.' she pleads. There were a lot of books on Unicronian cults, and while she and Chromia split a large amount between them, there were still quite a lot left. If those're what the Decepticons were after, they'd find them, but if either of the them decided to bother themselves with checking the catalogue, they'd find that several of the more notable volumes were missing from the shelves.
If and when the elevator dings for this floor, she'll move to keep herself hidden.
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