Glyph
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Enjoys rock watch a little too much.
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Post by Glyph on Jun 8, 2010 20:02:52 GMT -5
Skipping Blitzwing due to 24 hour timeout and now that Chromia has his attention.
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Oh, good, help - that is albeit smaller than her, but also more combat-capable than her. And faster.
Glyph takes this glorious opportunity to head away from the pair. //Oh, thank you, thank you, I owe you big-time!//
However, there is a Scourge blocking her way! He's tall - but Glyph is small. She looks up, offering a hasty "Excuse me!" and tries to squeeze past Scourge's legs.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Jun 8, 2010 21:00:57 GMT -5
Entering the elevator, Rook presses the button for the third floor, then moves up against the wall as Lugnut squeezes into the car. "I wouldn't be surprised if there are other Autobots here. They're likely here looking for information, the same as we are." When the elevator doors open on the third floor, Rook steps out and heads for Ender's Wing, eyes darting around the hall. Was that a flash of red plating?
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Jun 9, 2010 5:48:04 GMT -5
"Bah! Foolish Autobots! We shall beat them to the information, even if we have to demolish them in the progress!" Oh, right, Shockwave told them not to cause a scene. "As our last resort, of course." That's better.
Lugnut lets Rook out first before he follows the Predacon, missing that bit of red, and instead already looking around for the information that they needed. "This library is almost as grand as the glorious Megatron's, before the Autobots desecrated it!" By taking it back, of course, but in Lugnut's mind it always belonged to the Glorious One. Birthright and all that.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jun 9, 2010 10:56:05 GMT -5
Scourge says smoothly, voice slick and resonant, "Excuse, me, ma'am. I was hoping you might help me find more of that."
He nods his head at her book.
Scourge isn't doing anything obviously threatening, other than shifting slightly to be even more in Glyph's way, but the way he looks, and the way he's built, he's like one big threat, just standing there.
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Post by Arcee (RotF) on Jun 9, 2010 20:06:15 GMT -5
Chromia gives Blitzwing a parting glare before she turns around moves to follow Glyph ...and stops.
After everything was sorted out after her arrival, one of the very first things that she made sure to do was raid the database. Information was power and the more she had, the more situations she could be better prepared to handle.
All the information in the world couldn't prepare her for this.
There were differences--many, in fact, and yet, in spite of all of them, the resemblance was so very uncanny. Rodimus mentioned that, but it was one thing to hear about it and entirely another to see it for oneself--or selves as it were--and for what feels like a long time, all of Arcee is slack-jawed.
It's not Optimus.
Optimus is dead.
There is a sharp pang in her chest at the reminder of her fallen leader, still fresh in her mind, but she doesn't dwell on it. Now isn't the time. Putting her feelings aside, she returns to focusing on who this really is: Scourge. A melee combatant with anger management issues that's also packing enough heat to get Ironhide all hot and bothered. Kind of a Big Deal. Great.
//Hey, don't mention it. I'm just glad things didn't get ugly.// Her voice is friendly and a bit relieved, starting to move again. Hopefully she isn't speaking too soon, here. //Didn't happen to find out what they were after by any chance, did you? I'm A--Chromia, by the way.//
Arcee moves to press herself flush against the wide side of the bookcase to stay hidden, all while taking note of her exits and listening to her surroundings. She's almost certain she know what they're after, but almost won't cut it. She needs to make sure. 'So much for party planning.'
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Glyph
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Enjoys rock watch a little too much.
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Post by Glyph on Jun 10, 2010 13:58:32 GMT -5
"Ah, this? Um..." Glyph stammers a moment, then points down to where she came from. "A few rows down - the shelf marked 400." However, she keeps a tight hold with her other hand. Gotta keep that sigil covered!
//The ones that were at the counter were asking about Unicron... This big black one is apparently interested in language. And I'm Glyph.//
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Jun 10, 2010 15:03:56 GMT -5
Rook turns on his heel and spreads his wings, swooping up to hover right in front of Lugnut's face. When he speaks, his voice is pitched low, so as not to disturb the quiet of the archives, but loud enough that anyone nearby can distinguish it from the background hum of other conversations.
"Your devotion to the cause is admirable, my friend, but allow me to explain something to you. We are currently engaged in not one, but two wars." The crow punctuates this statement by holding up first one, then two talons. "The first, our war against the Autobots and their ilk, you are already aware of. The second, arguably more important war, is the war of all life against the Destroyer. Unicron doesn't care what faction we belong to. It's entirely likely that a bipartisan effort will be required in order to have any chance of defeating him. I am here today to gather intelligence for this second war, the war in which we may require the Autobots as allies. We don't need to 'beat them' to the information here, because it is in our best interests that they be as well-informed as we are as to the nature of the threat we both face." There's a pause, then he adds, "And Primus help me, if you embarrass me in public I will find a way to make your life a living Pit, size difference or no. Do I make myself clear?" Rook's tone is that of a school teacher: the kind that doesn't put up with any of your nonsense and sends you to the principle's office on the first strike.
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Jun 10, 2010 17:42:03 GMT -5
While Rook speaks, Lugnut just stands there, silent, facing the Predacon, the only show of emotion his dilating optic. But then Rook finds himself snatched around his waist by the zealot's pincers, a deep rumbling growl rising up from him as he brings the Predacon close to his face.
"The Autobots are not our allies. They are inferior, weak, laborers, slaves by nature. The only 'aid' that they can grant us, is forging our weaponry, as the Glorious Megatron envisioned it. So silence your traitorous vocalizer, before I shall crush it." Then he squeezes, just a little, but enough to make a point.
"Do not delude yourself into thinking that I am your servant. You have done nothing to earn my respect. I have been in battles that are grander than you can imagine, faced hardships that would have left you a husk. But you? You are the same as those on the Autobot Council: Arrogant and cowardly, hiding behind their thugs. But I am not a thug that you can command. The only reason I am here is to further the Decepticon cause by collecting knowledge on this threat. Test my patience further, runt, and you will find out that I am the embodied Wrath of the Glorious Megatron." With that said, he lets Rook go again, his optics burning with a bright red rage.
OOC: Grabbing done with player permission.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jun 11, 2010 13:49:18 GMT -5
"Thank you, miss," Scourge replies, inclining his head in something of a nod. Then, he half-turns to let her slip past. If she does, she might just have the feeling of two red optics boring into her back, watching her go.
He hasn't quote noticed Arcee, but he does hear Lugnut's shouting, and he raises a hand to half-cover his face. Scourge turns his head back, and adds quietly, to no one in particular, "I don't know these people."
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Post by Arcee (RotF) on Jun 11, 2010 21:49:51 GMT -5
That was it? Really?
Don't get her wrong, considering the circumstances and the location, Chromia is happy to avoid any kind of confrontation--something that the Decepticons seemed to have realized as well--but that was too easy. Reason tells her that this is a good thing, but very long-ingrained instincts tell her otherwise. Maybe she should just thank the Allspark for small mercies, but she can't help but feel wary, relieved as she is. Call her crazy, but she doesn't trust Decepticons.
//So they were looking for information on Unicron, after all.// 'Good to know.' //Wonder why Scourge was interested in language, though.// It could be an innocent interest, or it could be for a nefarious plot of some kind!
What? It could happen.
//While we're at it, what're you researching?// she asks curiously. If and when Glyph starts to move, Chromia will follow her, not about to leave her out of her sight.
Arcee narrows her optics as the Predacon speaks. Now of all times is when he decides to tell his partner their reason for being there? She doesn't buy it. He knew she was nearby, she was sure of it. The words were as much meant for her to hear as they were Lugnut. Maybe more. She feels her fists clench tightly, because as much as she hates to admit it...they give her pause. She saw the broadcast in the archive. To say that it was horrifying is to say that Bonecrusher had a slight attitude problem. He needed to be stopped, that much was clear, but could the Autobots defeat Unicron as they were? Was this bigger than either side? A part of her continues to ask herself more questions uninterrupted, while another is surprised at the sudden outburst. That shock very, very quickly turns to anger, and she grits her dentals. She isn't sure which reality Lugnut's from or what its history is, and she doesn't care. Calling the Autobots--any of the Autobots--slaves burns her circuits and memories that were never all that deeply buried begin to rise again.
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Glyph
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Post by Glyph on Jun 12, 2010 18:37:38 GMT -5
Glyph nods at Scourge, and takes the opportunity to slip off and find an isolated table so that she might peruse her book. However, she sits with her back to the direction she came from.
//Unclear... // she answers Chromia. //History of language here on Pz-Zazz, and just general history, what of it I can find - it is a rather interesting place.//
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Jun 12, 2010 21:49:59 GMT -5
Abject terror crosses Rook's face when Lugnut grabs him. He thinks he's going to be crushed to death. The big bomber just chooses to lecture him instead. When Lugnut lets go, Rook floats to the ground and smooths his feathers, gives Lugnut a curt nod, then resumes walking toward the section with the data he wants. He'll find a way to get the brute back for this, eventually.
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Jun 13, 2010 14:31:50 GMT -5
Not even a single stammer? If Rook hadn't looked so terrified, Lugnut might have thought that the Predacon was simply letting him rant. Satisfied, the zealot follows Rook again, though he's still glaring at the Predacons' back.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jun 13, 2010 21:20:33 GMT -5
Scourge cheerily helps himself to two arm loads of books on linguistics. The Autobots now most likely know he's looking for information on languages, but he can't bring himself to care.
After all, they don't know why, and they'll never, ever guess.
He casually ambles over to the desk. Scourge announces, "I require an object known as a library card."
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Post by Arcee (RotF) on Jun 15, 2010 1:11:39 GMT -5
//"Interesting" is one word for it. What have ya learned, so far?// Chromia leans in, genuinely interested, though her attention never leaves Scourge, even while her optics aren't continuously trained on him. //Find any clues on why this planet went to the pits? Or was it always like this?// It's not a pleasant thought, but Arcee's been around. Not nearly as much as Kup (and on that note, a well-traveled Kup seemed to be a universal constant), but still a lot more than most, and definitely enough to see the best and worst other worlds had to offer. Sometimes things start off well, but end up spiraling downward, and sometimes they're horrible from the get-go. It was just the way things were, sometimes.
That it was a fact didn't make it any easier to stomach, though. It never got easier.
Arcee, still in the bookcases, looks crestfallen for a moment in their shared frustration and helplessness, but only for a moment before she considers the situation. On the one hand, even though she has confirmation on what Rook and Lugnut are after, maybe there's a direction that they'll take with the information that she didn't. Maybe info on the cults wasn't the only thing they were came here for, while she was at it. It could be worthwhile to stick around. On the other hand, though, the Predacon all but called her out earlier. If the he was smart, he'd be a lot more discreet with his searching, or try to mislead her with information knowing she was there, or both. Whatever the outcome, she wouldn't be able to trust what she'd learn very much, if at all.
So, what to do?
The big one didn't seem very bright, and made it (amusingly) clear that he had no respect for the smaller one. Or indoor voices. Maybe he'd let something slip.
That decided, Arcee waits a few moments to allow for some distance before following quietly.
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