Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Aug 9, 2010 18:59:25 GMT -5
Cannonball points his gun arm at Swindle, optic band narrowed. "You can quit lookin' at me like that right now, lad." He grumbles a bit, pondering on how to answer the merchant.
"...tell you what - if your hare-brained little break-off plan to get us out on our own actually pans out, I'll let ye take a look."
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Aug 9, 2010 20:43:58 GMT -5
Wreckage did not expect to arrive to a standoff. He pauses in the doorway, looking from Swindle to Cannonball. He debates simply turning around and leaving since their quarrel is hardly any of his business.
On the other hand, a room he is supposed to inhabit abruptly being filled with laser scorches is his business. That bland look he gives them changes, edged with warning, and his optic shutters narrow. The filaments brighten in a cold glare.
"Hn?"
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 9, 2010 23:19:32 GMT -5
"Hey, relax, Cannonball! I'm not about to take you apart. There are other folks around from your reality and some of them are even Autobots," Swindle says, throwing up his hands defensively. Oh hey, it's his other roommate! "Wreckage, buddy! How you doing? Come on in."
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Aug 9, 2010 23:25:31 GMT -5
Cannonball lowers his weapon, expression going neutral. "That's more like it. Bug that white and blue 'overcraft twerp, he's got that kinna setup too. Don't like folks rootin' around in my systems more than they need to, unless they're female." A half-grin stretches over Cannonball's face, then he looks over at Wreckage. "Oi, tall, white n' moody, what's shakin'?"
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Aug 10, 2010 15:21:06 GMT -5
The abrupt swing in mood – from pointing weapons to welcoming cheer – does nothing to spare the two of them from Wreckage's stare. He remains in the doorway, eyeing his roommates and sizing them up for the prospects of grabbing them both by their necks and smashing their heads together if it facilitates breaking up a fight. Then he focuses on Swindle, leaving Cannonball be for the moment.
"We are not buddies," he says before stepping into the room and straightening up.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 11, 2010 15:37:38 GMT -5
"Well, we might as well be," says Swindle. "We're roomies, it'll be easier if we aren't at each others' throats. We were just having a rousing discussion about weapons." The merchant waves his datapad vaguely. Come on Wreckage, don't make this awkward.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Aug 11, 2010 17:04:53 GMT -5
Cannonball chuckles darkly. "Yes - he seemed all too interested in one of my weapon systems, and I was letting him know he wasn't getting anything on it from me."
Cannonball looks over at Wreckage, then back at Swindle. "Yer talkin' at a brick wall, lad."
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Aug 11, 2010 21:33:08 GMT -5
Wreckage fixes Swindle with an icy glare as he passes the mercenary merchant's bunk.
"We need not be friends to be civil," he mutters, seating himself in his nook.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 12, 2010 19:47:31 GMT -5
"Nonsense!" Swindle says, "He looks nothing like a brick wall."
In response to Wreckage's glare he just shrugs. "Suit yourself."
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Aug 13, 2010 23:50:01 GMT -5
Cannonball shakes his head. "It's called a metaphor, lad." He looks over at Wreckage, then back to Swindle. "Wreckage be a damn good fighter, but 'e is about as social 'as Lugnut is subtle."
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Aug 15, 2010 7:25:40 GMT -5
With the buddy matter apparently settled for the time being, Wreckage makes himself comfortable and pulls up the book file Sky-Byte posted that year or so ago. He never found any real interest in reading the thing, but Sky-Byte had made it required at the time; there was simply always something else to do in Gillanan III. Now, however, Wreckage had a great deal of spare time. He had forgotten how dull space voyage could be.
Cannonball speaks the truth and Wreckage does nothing to disprove this, quietly picking up at the chapter where he left off and saying nothing further to either roommate. His optics dim to a dull, rust-red hue with the distraction.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 15, 2010 14:19:49 GMT -5
"You made a metaphor and I made a joke out of it," Swindle replies to Cannonball. He shrugs, replaces his datapad under his bunk, and lies down, yawning and shuttering his optics. "I'll think I'll call it a night, if no-one minds. Tomorrow looks to be another busy day."
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Aug 16, 2010 14:54:54 GMT -5
Cannonball nods, letting the brick wall business go for now. "Alright, lad." For now, Cannonball will stay here, nursing his flask.
----- OOC: Heading toward a wrap?
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Aug 18, 2010 12:25:33 GMT -5
"…Busy?" Wreckage blurts out absently without a break in his reading. Busy selling more of his junk, no doubt. He shifts his weight and glances toward Swindle; the weapons dealer is blurred behind the text overlay.
How did he end up bunking with a drunkard and a merchant?
OOC: Sure.
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