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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jul 17, 2010 7:26:38 GMT -5
"Money is involved." Apparently, it was some frail accessory pet that a rich space merchant's spawn had lost. How it'd ended up on their ship, Skystrike had no idea. She only knew it'd been spotted on one of the security cams and she'd been assigned the task of catching it and retrieving the reward.
Snapping the last piece into place, the seeker takes a wire and tests the spring to make sure it was working. The opening to the cage springs shuts with a small snap and Skystrike hums thoughtfully before putting the leftover pieces and her equipment away, picking up her cube for a sip.
She then turns her attention back to Wreckage, resting the edge of the cube against her lower lip as she properly takes in the sight of him with the pieces of berkut attached.
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 18, 2010 8:45:39 GMT -5
"…Hnn." Wreckage's optics narrow and the corners of his mouth shift downward, brow plates lowering in a clear, if subtle, show of distaste. Someone let some unidentified thing slip aboard? Some pet? "They deserve to lose it," he pronounces in a growl, "if they cannot keep better care of it." They deserve to have the thing returned to them as a bloody, compressed wafer. Or to get back only its head, stuffed and mounted, as a reminder to keep future pets on leads and away from ships crewed by hostile robotic soldiers.
But no; it seems they want it back alive. Wreckage makes another discontented noise and lifts his cube to finish it off… then stops with his rations only halfway to his mouth. He returns Skystrike's stare with a bemused expression, not quite a frown.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jul 18, 2010 20:02:14 GMT -5
"As long as they pay." Any other circumstance would promptly find the animal left in the lab. Come to think of it, maybe she should've left the bikers in the lab as well; there was always a shortage of non-Decepticon experimental subjects, and keeping the scientists occupied was in the interest of the rest of the crew.
Skystrike shrugs and makes a mental note to do that later before leaning foreward, resting her elbows on the table, chin atop her knuckles. She lets her eyes drift over the unfamiliar lines of Wreckage's new form, tracing the edges of blue where it framed more familiar pale armor, before being inevitably being drawn back to his face. Pausing briefly on his tusks, she idly recalls the way they'd twitched under her lips... then she looks up and catchs Wreckage's bemused expression.
The seeker quickly glances away and swallows a rather big gulp from her cube.
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 19, 2010 21:51:14 GMT -5
Wreckage stares back at Skystrike evenly until she looks away and only then does he set down his cube and tilt his head a few degrees to the right. First she watches him with so much intensity, now she averts her gaze from him entirely. The more he tries to puzzle out the Seeker, the more confusing she seems. Unless that bizarre episode in the arrival hangar was a ploy to lull him into a false sense of security so she can kill him later, he must assume – going by what exposure he got from the humans' Internet – that she is interested in him for some reason.
Or perhaps she only likes his tusks and is considering ripping them from his face and wearing them strung around her neck. That makes as much sense as anything else; it makes more sense in some ways. It seems a perfectly logical thing to do among Decepticons of his reality.
It would be a strange thing for Skystrike to do.
"This…." She said before he is no bother to her. He was not wearing her secondary mode then. "…Bothers you," he murmurs. The idea simultaneously does and does not amuse him.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jul 20, 2010 20:35:45 GMT -5
Wreckage and internet dating tips? Boy were they in trouble.
Skystrike was more of a limb person and anyways, frivolous macabre jewelry didn't interest her in the least. Wreckage's tusks were, in fact, quite safe from any sudden and violent attempts at removal. Safer than usual even because Skystrike would do her best to kill anyone who tried it; she's grown rather fond of those tusks recently.
Oh and her wings are on his hips. Hips. Of the multitude of places they could've ended up on, they had to end up there. She has never been more envious of her wings in her life. The seeker peers at him over the top of her energon cube, silent for a moment, before glancing down at her drink and sheepishly rumbles, "a little bit, yes."
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 23, 2010 7:15:53 GMT -5
"Ah." And why does that admission bother him? Wreckage schools his expression into neutrality, but that reaction annoys him; he enjoys putting others on edge. Skystrike is not so different from any other Decepticon that it should matter. The only thing in her favour is how much more tolerable she is – airborne flightiness aside.
Dully, Wreckage realises how much the idea of losing her company bothers him. That must be it.
"It is only temporary," he offers in a stilted fashion.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jul 23, 2010 19:18:46 GMT -5
"Not that bothered," Skystrike says, quiet amusement lacing her words as she watches the way Wreckage carefully arranges his expression upon her admission. Her voice drops into a low, hesitant murmur afterwards, however. "The wings look... rather fine on you."
In fact, Wreckage would look fine no matter what altmode he chose; wings just seemed suit him particularly well. Even if it did look somewhat morbidly like he was wearing parts of her body.
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 26, 2010 9:55:07 GMT -5
Wreckage prefers the spilt fluids of his victims to plane parts for decoration, but he supposes Skystrike, having an aircraft secondary mode, would prefer other aircraft. He makes a wordless noise to the compliment and drains the last of his cube. He makes no move to leave, however; he has no pressing duties, nor anywhere he needs to be at any particular time.
He has nothing else to say, either.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jul 26, 2010 19:56:53 GMT -5
Skystrike actually prefers Wreckage as his ground-bound self, but she'd been a bit busy kissing him to compliment on his appearance then. Skystrike also wasn't usually prone to being attracted to fliers, but wings looked... right on the stryker. Even if he seemed quite bemused about having them and even if they looked disturbingly like her wings.
She watches him drain his cube, idly swirling her own half-full drink against the table. When he makes no move to leave afterwards, the seeker peers at him with with a mildly curious expression but doesn't say anything else, simply content with his company. She does contemplatively eye his tusks though, a soft, peaceful rumble emanating from within her chest.
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 27, 2010 22:13:31 GMT -5
A slight, one-shouldered shrug and the lift of one brow ridge answer Skystrike's inquisitive look. Wreckage remains because he has no reason to leave. By her own admission, she is only somewhat unsettled by his appearance and he is not unappreciative of her presence.
What is she thinking about, though? Staring at him as if considering… what, exactly? He leans back on the bench when she hums.
"Hn?" He blinks at her in bemusement.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jul 28, 2010 12:39:22 GMT -5
Watching Wreckage lean away, she has a brief flashback to the rock room and immediately suppressed the horribly amused grin that threatened to overtake her face. She suspects it might be too soon to try and kiss him again anyhow, and she had no particular desire to ruin the current mood- or indeed any intention of breaking him by causing him to fall out of his seat whilst doing so.
That particular issue settled with, Skystrike turns her attention once more to the flight surfaces that Wreckage currently adorned. She finds herself idly wondering if they had retained their sensitivity and takes a quick drink from her cube before setting it down and standing up. Walking around the table and seated stryker, she ends up behind him, inspecting the canards on his back. The seeker reaches out to touch them but pauses before doing so, glancing over Wreckage's shoulder.
"May I?" she asks quietly, fingers hovering over the twin blue protrusions.
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 31, 2010 21:50:51 GMT -5
Wreckage watches Skystrike closely when she circles him, wary of the Seeker doing something untoward. Or painful. He supposes he should have expected nothing of the sort… or would that be allowing himself too much comfort?
She does nothing untoward – reassuring – but his canards twitch even before she can make contact. He can feel her fingers in the air only a few centimetres from those flight surfaces. To have flight surfaces at all is still so surreal. Skystrike has, he assumes, always had flight surfaces. What fascination could they hold for her? His are identical to hers.
"…Why?" He watches her around the edge of one shoulder inlet, gaze steady.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 1, 2010 23:06:44 GMT -5
The little bout of delight Skystrike feels when the canards twitch is quickly stifled before it could reach her face. It's a bit of a struggle though and her eyes still light up despite her best efforts. That about answers her question about their sensitivity, but the temptation to touch them has significantly increased.
"Curious," she murmurs simply in reply, gliding a finger through the air just above one of the blue edges. Was there really any other reason to be going around touching someone else's canards?
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Post by Wreckage on Aug 2, 2010 23:50:58 GMT -5
Curious. Always curious, the contrary Seeker. Wreckage does not try to stop her; he watches, neutrality etched into every spar and wire and plate in his face, even when that glimmer of something… amusement? Joy? When that flicker passes through her gaze, he turns his head for a better look at her.
Without even touching him, she manages to set off sensor relays – proximity, air pressure, temperature – with her hand just barely off the edge of that canard. He makes an involuntary sound, something not quite a hum or a growl, trying to warn her off further exploration. It reminds him too much of how much she seemed to enjoy taunting him by skirting too close to the gun mount in his back before he tried repainting her wings… and grabbing at her flight surfaces.
Revenge, then, is it?
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 3, 2010 17:17:28 GMT -5
Well, Skystrike didn't appreciate the impromptu wing-grabbing. Maybe it is revenge.
The little noise Wreckage makes garners a knowing and mildly amused look from the seeker. All the equipment that made jets good at flying came with a bit of a price and it looks like Wreckage was learning what it was. Wings tended to be jealously guarded for a reason.
Luckily for the stryker, she doesn't return his rough wing grabbing. Rather, she delicately draws a single digit down the edge of one, tip to base, if only to see exactly how sensitive those tactile sensors were on him.
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