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Post by Sentinel Prime on Aug 21, 2010 12:21:34 GMT -5
Oh look, another Starscream clone! Except that is probably not a Starscream clone. What did Kup call it, a Seeker?
Sentinel Prime agrees, voice low and with a hint of a growl, "Cut and run, Jazz," and he starts to amble casually toward the nearest public exit.
He really doesn't like how that Seeker is looking at him, and he can't afford to get into more unscheduled trouble. But maybe, just maybe, Jazz might be amenable to taking about scheduling some trouble.
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Swindle
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This space for rent.
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Post by Swindle on Aug 21, 2010 19:32:23 GMT -5
Swindle nods at Jetstorm. "Go ahead. Just remember, you're on the clock!"
"Duskwing, because you said we had two real Autobots? Never mind, it was a joke. Don't shoot either of them. And don't kick them out unless they do something you'd kick a non-Autobot out for." The merchant sighs and finishes his drink, replacing the glass on the counter and heading downstairs to retrieve the saboteur from the electrical closet before he does something damaging. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. //See Duskwing, they're leaving anyway,// he transmits when he notices Sentinel Prime heading for the door. The merchant slides his keycard through a reader, opening a service door and heading down an Employees Only stairwell. //Hook, once you're done on the roof, could you meet me in the basement? Duskwing stashed our would-be saboteur in the electrical closet.// If this keeps up, Swindle is just going to booby-trap all the stuff he doesn't want people touching. White-hot plasma has a way of deterring even the most determined thieves.
Jazz isn't really having to do any cyber-delphine activities at all. If Swindle really wanted to be sadistic, he'd ask for an essay, three more letters of recommendation, and fresh-baked cookies.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Aug 25, 2010 19:57:32 GMT -5
Jetstorm claps his hands together once and then bows lightly.
"I'll be contactable," he says, and tries to not be giddy and blast off early, "Ooh, going to rate the service and let you know how it goes. Me time... I need it."
ooc: out of thread unless he's contacted later
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 25, 2010 21:25:59 GMT -5
"Hoo-kay, whatever you say. You're da boss here." Duskwing shrugged. "I gotta get back to checking the back, anywho. Might be some other goomba tryin' to mess wit' things."
Duskwing continued to glare suspiciously and with some hostility at Sentinel Prime; fortunately, the Bot was leaving. He shook his head; hadn't Swindle told him to let the front door bouncers do their job, and not rush to do it for them? "Huh."
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Aug 26, 2010 5:50:48 GMT -5
Jazz follows closely behind Sentinel Prime, though he diverts path, heading over toward Duskwing. //Just keep goin', SP. And maybe be ready to do that 'run' part of cut-and-run.//
Jazz sticks his hands in his pockets, stepping up to Duskwing with a smirk. "Hey, flybot - I know my buddy's a real catch, but if you keep gawking like you broke your tracking system at every nice-lookin' hunka metal that walks through the door, you're gonna run your customers off."
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Aug 26, 2010 11:02:27 GMT -5
Hook draws his laser as he steps onto the roof. Given that his laser doubles as a welder, this is not as threatening a gesture as it might be, but it's still pretty threatening, because that's a laser there, not a welder that doubles as a laser.
However, Hook has heard that locals around here have a penchant for breaking fingers, and he's determined not to let that happen to himself. So he just investigates the roof carefully, looking for evidence sabotage, the dish, or 'goombas'. (Aren't 'goombas' something out a game Needlenose plays?)
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Aug 26, 2010 15:13:54 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime teases, "Yeah, I know all the fliers want me, but I'm afraid I've gotta shoot 'em down." He grins and makes pistol shapes with his hands, making a chk-chk noise by clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Despite the joking, he is perfectly ready to run.
Also, this time, Sentinel Prime does not assume that the Seeker is a girl just because she's purple. This is an improvement.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 26, 2010 19:11:14 GMT -5
Swindle emerges from the stairwell into the basement. It's clean and features a top-of-the-line security system. The vault is only a few floors below here, after all! There's an employee break room down here as well, and a couple members of the janitorial staff are eating lunch. Their jovial conversation stops abruptly as Swindle passes through. He favors them with a wave and a smile, then keeps going, approaching the electrical closet.
The merchant opens the door and steps inside, flipping on the light switch as he closes the door behind him. He turns to confront the would-be saboteur (who is not, in fact, a sentient mushroom) with a big grin on his face as he reaches into his drawer to pull out a matched set of electro-knuckles. "Hey there! How're you doing? I'm sure you're worried about what I'm going to do to you. And you should be! I'm going to beat you senseless and then have you dumped in a gutter. Then you're going to return to your bosses and tell them that every time I find someone snooping around my casino, I'm going to do something worse, until I finally send someone back with a bomb in their chest or a time-release plague in their bloodstream or something. Nothing personal, just business," he finishes cheerfully.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 26, 2010 22:18:26 GMT -5
Jazz might have gotten an immediate and angry reaction out of the likes of Thrust or Skywarp. However, this is Duskwing.
"Huh? You talkin' to me?" Duskwing stared at Jazz for long moments, puzzling out what the hell the Autobot saboteur was saying. "What's my tracking system got to do with anything?" He scowled and barely started to raise one forearm to point in Jazz's direction before stopping himself. "Dunno what you're talkin' about. You're tryin' to pull somethin', aren't you?"
Duskwing's head swivels to track Sentinel. "Was I talkin' to you, goofball? You tryin' out for the comedy act, that's down the hall past the Diamond Room--only I think youse better work on your material, 'cause youse about as funny as a blaster through the optic, see?"
Meanwhile, in the electrical closet, the saboteur turned out to be a Skuxxoid, who promptly grabbed Swindles knees. "Nooo! Don't hurt me, I have a wife and kids to support! I can't work if I'm all smashed up, and they'll starve, and my youngest hatchling won't get her medicine and she'll die--" He broke down sobbing hysterically.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Aug 27, 2010 14:55:41 GMT -5
Jazz boggles a bit - this one's about as bright as a black hole.
"No, no, I'm not pulling anything. Just sayin' that if you guys wanna keep customers, it might help to not glare at them so much. Doesn't make them feel welcome, dig?" Jazz grins, then pulls his hat down in a small tipping motion as he starts to head out with Sentinel again. "Wouldn't want your bosses to know you're driving business off, right?"
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Aug 27, 2010 17:51:09 GMT -5
Hook investigates the dish, and what he finds makes him frown. He is given to frowning a lot in general, but as a surgical engineer, he'll never have wrinkle line, no mater how much he stresses the metal of his face with all his incessant frowning.
//Two things I can see right off the bat, Swindle. First off, the dish has a tapping box on it - someone is stealing our dish access, but more worryingly... someone thinks he has cunningly hidden a shaped charge to prevent tampering with the tampering, but he didn't actually do a cunning job at all, since I noticed it without being blown to smithereens. Of course.//
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Aug 27, 2010 21:05:42 GMT -5
"Sweetie, you let your optics do the talking for you," Sentinel Prime replies back to Duskwing, "but I'm afraid the only joker here is you."
He is all about heading out the door with Jazz, yes. The sooner he's out of this horrible casino and away from prying Decepticon optics, the better.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 28, 2010 21:00:31 GMT -5
"Sucks to be you," says Swindle, shrugging, before laying into the Skuxxoid with electrically charged fists. Once the unfortunate creature drops to the floor, Swindle will switch from punching him with the electro-knuckles to kicking him. It's only business, after all.
A short while later, Swindle emerges from the electrical closet, dragging the unconscious alien by one ankle and whistling some earworm of a showtune he heard somewhere. He motions to a passing employee. "Ja'neese, go get Mr. Duskwing down here, tell him I have some garbage that needs to be taken out."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 29, 2010 8:12:54 GMT -5
Swindle reduces the unfortunate Skuxxoid to a quivering pulp. Meanwhile, Duskwing stares at Jazz some more. "Dat ain't my job. My job is keepin' an eye on suspicious char--char--characters! An' youse an Autobum and a known sabot-er. Dat makes you pretty slaggin' suspicious, see?"
He glares at Sentinel Prime as the latter babbles gibberish. Optics narrow; Duskwing is pretty sure that was meant to be an insult. "Slag off, Autobum! Better get movin' before I forget I'm not s'posed to shoot 'customers', see?"
Assuming a major altercation with the two Autobots does not develop (never a safe assumption around Duskwing), Ja'neese will shortly thereafter be tapping on Duskwing's arm to tap on his shoulder and whisper a brief message from Swindle.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Aug 29, 2010 16:58:14 GMT -5
Jazz pulls his arms out of his pockets in a wide shrug of innocence. "Man, I don't have a clue what you're talkin' about, I'm just a DJ!"
With that, Jazz exits the building unless stopped.
----- OOC: Jazz is out of thread. Shall we pick up a new one for discussion, Sentinel?
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