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Post by Mirage on Jul 22, 2010 23:39:17 GMT -5
Mirage is a hunter. The skinwalker is a hunter. They are both very, very good at what they do. Under different circumstance, when (mostly) innocent lives weren't at stake, Mirage would consider this a personal matter, and one of professional pride.
But right now, if Grimlock or Arcee can manage to take down the bastard, Mirage will not complain.
The spy whirls toward the softest of sounds, a sound that stands out because of its softness. Mirage does not fire, again because he cannot see what he should fire at, but he does move to try and pick Pyrite back up.
If Mirage is holding on to the Rock Lord, it makes it that much harder for someone to spirit Pyrite away, yes?
The movement hurts, and Mirage can't quite stifle a small groan. he's also terribly off balance because of his wounds.
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Post by Arcee (RotF) on Jul 23, 2010 0:14:37 GMT -5
Chromia rolls for the door and immediately opens it just in time for two large bottles of soap to come sailing through the opening in vaguely different directions to cover more ground.
'Here goes nothing!' she hopes, firing on the both of them while Arcee enters and quickly shuts the door. The contents of both bottles explode in a spray of slippery fluid all over the apartment, and Elita-1 and Arcee both look for the the slightest splash on which to fire on.
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 23, 2010 3:00:28 GMT -5
Grimlock is trying to tip the couch up to grab Pyrite in a clever see-saw move, Mirage is trying to grab Pyrite, and the skinwalker was going to make a move for Pyrite, but...
...but now he's sopping wet. His image flickers, and the paint rolls off him oddly, like it can't quite stick to his false contours and textures. An inner figure, hard to make out, maybe green, a mixtures of flesh and metal, but bipedal and a bit shorter than Mirage, flickers underneath the swirl of invisibility. He rises up as a duplicate of Grimlock - still flickering madly, and he tries to kick Grimlock and Mirage onto the couch with a leg sweep and then tries to drag the couch - and everyone on it - clear out the window.
Because couch-surfing down four stories while covered in paint is just the perfect time for a fist fight, right?
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Post by Grimlock on Jul 23, 2010 19:22:27 GMT -5
Grimlock faceplants into the couch, and is quite jostled about - when he wakes up, he's moving toward the window by someone not him. Grimlock roars, swinging his sword at the skinwalker. "This more like it, faker!"
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Post by Mirage on Jul 23, 2010 23:55:28 GMT -5
Yeah, the Autobots are so not getting their security deposit back.
Mirage is knocked off his feet and onto the couch, caught off guard by the sudden spray of soap and paint. (Gah, his finish!) He has barely enough time to try and gather Pyrite up enough so that the Rock Lord isn't crushed by Mirage and Gimlock's weight before the whole lot of them go sailing out the window.
Mirage ducks as needed to avoid Grimlocks swings. Other than that, the spy does nothing but try and protect Pyrite*.
OOC: *Meaning that if someone tries to hurt, take, abscond with Pyrite, Mirage will fight back. Scenemod is welcome to pose such retaliation as needed.
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Post by Arcee (RotF) on Jul 24, 2010 16:50:48 GMT -5
Elita-1 fires a shot, aiming for the skinwalker's hip, hoping to get him before he reaches the couch, but when the group goes out the window, they're all right behind them.
"Hang on, guys!" They weren't going to let him escape, no way, no how. The triplets all head for the window, Arcee grabbing Chromia about the waist first before she and Elita-1 jump out of either side of it, aiming for the side of the building. At the same time they both plunge their blades into its surface and run their wheels in reverse against it to slow themselves down before jumping the rest of way and landing neatly on the ground below, out of the path of the couch.
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 24, 2010 19:21:09 GMT -5
Depends. Autobot construction workers could probably fix that wall up better than it was before and do it before anyone notices.
Grimlock, in specific, might notice something vaguely similar about the inner figure of the flickering skinwalker, but it's nothing Arcee or Mirage would likely know.
The skinwalker takes the hit to where the hip appears to be on the false image of Grimlock that it has projected over itself, and the hologram upgrades to reflect the damage, but it doesn't look like Arcee's shot actually hit the smaller inner figure. It brings up a copy of Grimlock's sword to block Grimlock's slash and promptly tries to clock Grimlock in the head. Dangerous as Mirage is, if Mirage is busy trying to make sure that Pyrite doesn't fall off the falling couch, Grimlock is the bigger threat for now.
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Post by Grimlock on Jul 25, 2010 20:57:25 GMT -5
Grimlock's head wobbles from the strike, but this guy's gonna have to do better than put some dents in Grimlock's noggin.
Familiar as that weird shape is, Grimlock can't place it.
Grimlock doesn't have time to check for if this thing copied his wounds, but he aims his sword in a stab for that area anyway.
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Post by Mirage on Jul 25, 2010 22:45:54 GMT -5
Mirage is occupied keeping Pyrite (and himself) from sliding of the falling couch. It makes the spy feel rather useless for the moments during which the couch is in free fall.
He shouldn't have called Rodimus. If he hadn't, and the other hunter had used Mirage or Rodimus's face to harm others.... Mirage should have known the Prime would send help. Help that is now in entirely too much danger.
If Mirage can abscond with the hunter's prize, then chances are the hunter will leave Grimlock and the Arcee's alone. Mirage adjusts his grip on Pyrite, shifts his weight, and leaps off the couch just before it hits the ground.
Mirage is cloaked before he his feet touch the ground, and then he's off into an alleyway. Come on, hunter. Follow the bait only you can see.
Spies are always expendable, after all.
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Post by Arcee (RotF) on Jul 27, 2010 1:02:22 GMT -5
The triplets are out of the couch's immediate way, but, if need be, they're ready to make another daring catch complete with situationally appropriate puns tacked on, though looks like Mirage has other ideas. Phooey.
'Where's he going?' Arcee wonders, swerving about and aiming at the hips of the inner figure this time, mindful of Grimlock.
'Hopefully, far away from here.' "Grimlock, try to fly!" Chromia calls out. Grimlock might be tough, and even if it doesn't slow him down, landing hard still isn't going to help things.
'Except we won't be able to regroup while his radio's shot. I don't like this.' Elita-1 aims before firing a shot at the inner figure's hand, the one projecting the replica sword, though she wonders....
They wish they knew just what the spy had in mind; Arcee doesn't know him or how his mind works, so she doesn't know what to expect of or with him. She expects--expected Smokescreen to always have something up his sleeve as well as Breakaway's penchant for craftiness; even if she didn't know when she'd see them in action, she wasn't surprised to see them happen when they did. Usually. Mirage, though? Mirage is a wild card, hard to take into account, hard to plan around, but Arcee's flexible and knows a thing or two about improvising herself. She can work with this, she doesn't exactly have an alternative.
It doesn't do much to settle her worries, though.
They'd just have to trust that Mirage knows what he's doing, and try--no, not try, they'd have to stop the skinwalker here so that the spy and the rock lord aren't followed. Again. He'll hopefully be able to find or contact them later, somehow. Arcee might not know what to expect of Mirage, but she trusts him to know what needs to be done, and for him to do it. Can she do any less?
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 27, 2010 10:43:22 GMT -5
As the sword comes for a stab and Arcee lines up for a hip shot, a pleasant female voice announces, "Appearance recalculated. Resuming cloaking functions."
This hunter bragged to Mirage about his tech being better, and while he is very, very arrogant, he wasn't lying, and his tech wouldn't be very good if a little paint could defeat it, would it?
The skinwalker vanishes from sight.
A bound to evade the attacks, and he's gone, sticking to road and sidewalk, easy enough in a city, to trail Mirage without leaving track. He loads up a copy of Elita-1's gun, checks the status of his Schwarzschild reactor link - 63% capacity - not great, but he's expended a lot of energy today already, and just as soon as Mirage is out of line of sight of his comrades...
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Post by Grimlock on Jul 27, 2010 22:36:36 GMT -5
Grimlock misses! And thus loses balance and goes stumbling forward on the couch and takes Arcee's hip shot in his shoulder!
Grimlock and the couch then hit the ground, the couch splintering into many, many pieces, and Grimlock knocking a good several cracks in the ground, and several dents in himself. His sword clatters away, and the Dinobot lets out a low groan.
Then he realizes what just happened, and he slams his fist into the ground in frustration.
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Post by Mirage on Jul 27, 2010 23:07:12 GMT -5
Mirage pads swiftly down one alleyway and into another, trying to put as much ground between himself and the others as possible. He tries his radio and finds it not quite ready; it sputters with static, though, a promising sign.
If he can hold his own just a bit longer...
He pauses long enough to stoop and scoop up a long piece of rebar from alley debris. It's covered in rust, but still solid, and one end is jagged. If he can get enough force behind the blow, Mirage might just be able to penetrate the cloak/hologram and hit the smaller person hidden within.
This of course, depends on Mirage getting a chance to actually defend himself.
Mirage gently sets Pyrite down in a deep entryway alcove, and Mirage situates himself so that he is in front of the Rock Lord. Mirage's back is to the wall, the approaches on either side very limited. Technically, he is trapped once the skinwalker finds him. But if Mirage can force the clone to come at him from only one direction, he can better defend. Mirage should have some warning, however slight, at the approach.
Right?
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Post by Arcee (RotF) on Jul 28, 2010 20:45:44 GMT -5
"GRIMLOCK!" They all feel small tremors as Grimlock makes an impact with the ground, but they rush over the moment they start to settle.
"I'm so sorry about that." She really is. The Dinobot has already been taking all kinds of lickings today without her help, but he still kept ticking. Guilty as she feels, there there is a respect growing for him. "Can you get up?"
Chromia heads off to fetch Grimlock's sword, a huge weapon when you her own size into consideration, but she manages, ready to hand it to him the moment he wants to take it back.
Arcee looks around her, glaring in every direction. Even while she deals with Grimlock, her other comrade and his friend are not at all fall from her mind and there is a sick feeling in her fuel tanks she worries for Mirage and Pyrite.
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 28, 2010 21:18:06 GMT -5
Rebar? Really? The replicant would laugh, but that would be so unprofessional, and given that he just loaded up a copy of Elita-1's gun, he may as well try it out.
He does not just stand front of Mirage and shoot. That would be moronic. At the mouth of the alley, he makes a shot nearly parallel with the alley wall, hoping to nail Mirage in a major fuel system, to bleed him out in seconds.
(Just long enough for Mirage to get off a pithy quip, especially should his radio flickers back on.)
Then it should be a simple enough matter to cart him off, but no part of this matter has been simple.
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