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Post by Kup on Jul 31, 2010 23:25:10 GMT -5
OOC: Day 11. Mirage has turned in Punch's latest report, Kup is back from noiring it up with Spinister, Springer has not yet been chip'd. Semi-private thread.
Kup's been in a sour mood since his most recent return from Pz-Zazz, though he's yet to explain why to everyone. Also, though he's had general repairs done, he's yet to get properly repainted, so between the acid damage and the glass scratches he's looking even more aged than usual.
The contents of Mirage's last report don't have him thrilled, either.
He sits slumped behind his desk, generally radiating annoyed, and gives a weary sigh. "All right. Kid should be here in a moment, Springer," he says to the room's other occupant. "You ready for this one?"
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Post by Springer on Jul 31, 2010 23:33:20 GMT -5
Springer is hunched over on his desk, one arm laid flat in front of him, the other's elbow propping Springer's head up. Springer looks about as pleased as Kup does, but that's more from a distaste for the paperwork. He wonders if anyone on the ship knows how to behave, but then he remembers he's supposed to be setting an example, and we all saw how well he did that...
"Ready as I'll ever be." He's faced down Squadron X and Thunderwing, but it's administrative work that puts Springer's fuel tank into knots. Go figure.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jul 31, 2010 23:51:07 GMT -5
Skyblast is quick to arrive, because he loves speed, even though he has reason enough to tarry. When brass wants to talk to him, out of the blue?
He's probably made a corkscrew of an Immelmann somehow. Skyblast isn't sure just how or when, though!
The aerobatic fellow peers into the room, hanging upside-down from the top of the door jamb by his feet. Sighing, he releases, tumbles, and rolls up to his feet, finishing with a bow and a thousand watt grin. "Good cycle!"
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Post by Kup on Aug 1, 2010 15:04:01 GMT -5
Kup lifts his head to watch Skyblast's flashy entrance, impassively at first, but once he's finished, Kup heaves a deep sigh.
"Complaint from your supervisor over at that space junk job you've picked up. Causin' a distraction or something like that."
He shakes his head. "Kid. I realize that on this wretched, fragged up, rotten to the core planet, we been sometimes havin' to do some pretty screwball things, and that includes working with Decepticons," oh boy does he realize that one, "but... you don't hit on them! Of all the glitched circuit, capacitor-cracked, split-joint..." he trails off, then shakes his head. "Where's your damn sense?"
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Post by Springer on Aug 1, 2010 20:55:40 GMT -5
Springer's still leaning on his arm, though the other grabs the datapad on his desk, glancing over it again as Kup starts, then he picks up when Kup leaves off. "I know we're used to hitting on Decepticons. I'd love to find their ship and hit on Starscream and Duskwing until they're piles of scrap for that crap they pulled when we crashed here, but we've got to save some face here in front of the Pz-Zazzians..."
Yes, Springer has absolutely zero clue about what the term 'hit on' means at this point in time.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 1, 2010 22:38:53 GMT -5
"But my boss hasn't said anything to me! What are you, my father and older brother?" Actually... for all Skyblast knows, his universe's Kup could have beseeched Skyblast forth from the Allspark, but if Kup is his long-lost last, that's just weird.
"You... really like it rough, huh?" Skyblast says, almost nervously, to Springer, listing to one side in mild confusion and concern. Hey, not his thing, he's not gonna judge, but...
...even if the car mode is rather handsome, Skyblast is going to think twice about ever asking Springer out.
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Post by Kup on Aug 2, 2010 17:01:09 GMT -5
As Springer speaks, Kup covers his face with his right hand, though a close look at him might reveal that he's doing that as much to hide a smirk as he is genuinely facepalming. Then Skyblast asks Springer if he 'really likes it rough,' and Kup can't contain the laugh anymore, though he lets it out only after a valiant struggle, so that it starts as a snicker, switches to a sporfle, and finally finishes as a full out laugh.
He shakes his head, moving his hand up to support his forehead and rests it against that. "Springer. Hitting on someone and hitting someone are two very, very different things," he observes, tone still rather amused.
Then he lowers his arm and straightens, his expression growing more serious. "And no, Skyblast, I'm not your dad, but I am the head of security, and fraternizing's a security risk."
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Post by Springer on Aug 2, 2010 17:53:55 GMT -5
Springer raises off of his elbow, hands resting on his desk, fingers drumming on it for a moment. Seems this is relevant to the Troi incident. Sort of. Blasted social graces!
However, Kup diverts the topic, and Springer grabs onto it for dear life. "Yeah, yeah, security risk. We don't need you letting your guard down and then have this guy kidnap you, or offline you."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 2, 2010 20:06:57 GMT -5
Springer doesn't deny liking it rough. Ominous!
Skyblast shrugs and explains, "Hitting on him seemed to torque him and keep him off balance. Decepticons don't properly appreciate their cars. Besides, if he's busy at dinner or shopping with me, he's not out murdering, I figured... shopping..."
He pauses a moment and withdraws a case, setting it on the desk. He pops it open. It's full of shanix.
"We found this, and he picked the lock. I dunno how it even ended up on me, but my boss would have pocketed the money, and so would the cops. I was going to have Mirage look into it, but..."
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Post by Kup on Aug 2, 2010 22:48:30 GMT -5
"Not just that," Kup agrees with Springer. "Just gettin' friendly with 'em increases the risk that you might say something sensitive to 'em. Accidentally leak something important."
But then Skyblast explains himself and Kup leans back, frowning and rubbing his chin, and considers this. "So... wait. You weren't doin' it to actually, well, be friendly with him?" Then he stands up so he can lean over his desk and get a better look at what's inside the suitcase. His optics widen and he whistles.
"That... lad, that..." he sighs. "That's probably bad news."
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Post by Springer on Aug 2, 2010 23:05:39 GMT -5
Of course Springer likes it rough, he's a Wrecker. Wreck and rule, baby.
"An admirable idea, but given the situation we're in, a risky one..." Springer starts, leaning back in his chair, though when Skyblast presents that suitcase, Springer's sitting straight up.
He looks at it for a moment, then looks over at Kup. "...don't suppose we can use that to help cover our own costs, could we?" Springer's half-smirking, half nervous. A Random Case of Money is probably Not A Good Thing, like Kup said.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 3, 2010 18:07:07 GMT -5
"I can't even manage to be friends with my comrades in arms. Like I could ever befriend a Decepticon," Skyblast answers, slightly bitterly. He is not entirely unaware of his issues.
Then, he makes a face and agrees, "Yeah, could be counterfeit or stolen or... who knows what. People do not just throw perfectly good cases of money into orbit."
Skyblast stretches a bit, twisting his arm behind his back, placing his hand on his other shoulderblade.
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Post by Kup on Aug 3, 2010 21:37:05 GMT -5
Is not a councilor and not going to pretend to be one, but still, he can't avoid a frown at Skyblast's comment about not managing to be friends here. "No one?" he asks. He doesn't expect everyone to get along with everyone. That's just not realistic. But forming absolutely no attachments with one's own side tends to bode badly.
He shakes his head at Springer's question. "Especially not at a place like Pz-Zazz" he agrees with Skyblast. He leans back. "Go ahead and close that up, Skyblast. We're going to have to get Rattrap's people on this one. But back to the topic on-hand..."
He sits back in his chair, tilts his head and rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Y'know, I don't really think I can say 'no hitting on Decepticons' if you're doin' it as an attack." Then he glances at Springer. "Which still doesn't make it the same as actually hitting Decepticons, Springer. Just... so you know."
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Post by Springer on Aug 4, 2010 13:51:16 GMT -5
Springer leans on his elbows again, frowning slightly. "What about Mirage? You mentioned that you were going to ask him about the suitcase."
Springer looks over at Kup, a half-amused look on his face. "Yeah, yeah, I got it now. I suppose that if you're going to do this...hitting-on-that-isn't-physically-hitting thing, be more subtle about it. Or do it off the clock at said job."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 4, 2010 15:33:50 GMT -5
"Mirage is..." Skyblast has to think for a moment. "...complicated."
If he answering Kup or answering Springer?
Skyblast likes Mirage very much, but Mirage wants to care about Skyblast, and Skyblast doesn't want that. He could die tomorrow, and he doesn't mind that. His life is his own. If someone cares about him, if someone would be hurt if he died, then Skyblast's life isn't his own to do with as he pleases any more, because though he doesn't fear dying, he does fear hurting someone else with his death.
Oh, and, he guesses that he kind of likes Jetfire. The shorter one. Good kid.
But then when he tried to go after Skid-Z, that ended horribly, and there was the tiff with Oracle and Slingshot, and he did horribly around Prowl, Dinobot, and Ramulus...
"Right, anyway." Squirming uncomfortably, Skyblast closes up the case. "Subtle. Heh. I'll keep that in mind."
Funny to hear that, coming from Springer.
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