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Post by Mirage on Aug 5, 2010 23:26:50 GMT -5
Day 12, well after Sharper than Knives. Starts on board the EH, will be moving planetside fairly quickly. Open, but please keep in mind the setting will be changing.
Mirage lounges in the doorway of Skyblast's room. He's wearing the very nice custom suit he wore a few days earlier to a certain club, and he's carrying an elegantly wrapped box.
The spy looks good, and he knows it.
His optics roam the room, looking for a certain tiny jet.
"Skyblast, darling, if you're still willing, I've reservations for two planetside. I'm sure you will simply love this little place I've found."
"And even if you're not willing, I have a gift for you."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 6, 2010 14:03:34 GMT -5
Skyblast is up in his bunk, vaguely daydreaming about what he could do with a motorcycle and a camera. He vaults down, landing at Mirage's feet on his fingertips, and he then he straightens up , smiling at Mirage, though the smile looks a bit worn. He excuses, "Just got chewed out by Kup and Springer over fraternising, lovely, so I'm not sure if I should really..."
That, and he doesn't have anything to wear or anything to give Mirage.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 6, 2010 14:26:46 GMT -5
Mirage expects no presents from the sky-painter. Skyblast's company is present enough. As for clothing, that is easily seen to.
He steps into the room and over to Skyblast, trying to gently rest a hand on the jet's cheek. "Fraternizing? Not with me, surely? We aren't even in the same division, and neither of us have rank besides."
"I'll not drag you down below if you'd prefer to stay in- but really, I would greatly enjoy your company tonight. I've had my own share of rough days lately; being with you always lifts my spirits, and I trust that I am not terrible company for you, either." That last ends in a lilt which makes it more question that statement.
Mirage extends the box toward Skyblast, but doesn't open it. If the artist takes the box and opens it, he will find a worn- yet still new- leather bomber jacket, a silk scarf, and aviator's cap and goggles, and appropriate slacks. All of the items have been altered to fit perfectly around Skyblast's pointy frame, slits and snaps in all the right places. Everything is done in various dark browns and tans, which should (hopefully, if Mirage's player remembers correctly) complement Skyblast's paintjob beautifully.
"My reservations are at an aviator's club, very vintage and lots of atmosphere. However, as a car, I won't be allowed in without a winged companion, so if you'd rather not go I'll have to cancel the reservation."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 6, 2010 19:22:52 GMT -5
"Well, he was a pretty blue car," Skyblast admits teasingly.
Mirage is laying it on rather thick, isn't he? But, oh... "You shouldn't have!"
Skyblast is indeed varied shades of grey, with black and just a bit of gold, rather neutral overall, but those browns and tans will go perfectly with his gold. He wobbles a bit, quite stunned. He murmurs, sounding a little dazed, "Well. I'd be a heel to deny you now, wouldn't I?"
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Post by Mirage on Aug 6, 2010 19:53:04 GMT -5
Mirage chuckles, "You and your car fetish. Though I'll not complain, as I am one of those you quest after regularly."
As Skyblast stands there looking a bit dumbfounded at his gift, Mirage's face falls a bit. Then Skyblast speaks, and Mirage outright frowns.
"Dear heart, I don't want you come along because you feel obligated. I certainly don't want you to simply tolerate my company for the same reason. If you would prefer to be left in solitude, then leave you I shall."
He reaches out to try and lightly stroke his fingers along Skyblast's jaw. "I just want you to be happy."
"The outfit though- does it suit? I saw it in a shop window and immediately thought it perfect for you."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 6, 2010 20:38:41 GMT -5
Skyblast tries to reach up and place a hand on Mirage's chest and assures, "I just... I can't repay this, Mirage!"
He's a starving artist, after all. Mirage may not want it, but Skyblast feels obligated, all the same. Mirage has that way of slipping these hooks under his armour, unintentionally, and Skyblast just can't shake them.
Skyblast smiles wistfully and remarks, "Perhaps I should have went to the areas you did, if this perfection is what you found there. No, I shall simply perish of misery if I don't go now!"
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Post by Mirage on Aug 6, 2010 21:09:08 GMT -5
Mirage reaches up and tries to lightly grasp the hand on his chest. "Skyblast, I don't want repayment," he murmurs. He uses the hand at Skyblast's jaw to try and tilt his head gently up and into a sweet, chaste kiss.
"Just let me spoil you a bit, love. That's repayment enough for me."
He smirks down at the jet. "Would you like me to help you into your new clothing?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 6, 2010 22:27:39 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm quite rotten," Skyblast answers cheerily enough about being spoiled, though there is just a hint of ambivalence in his voice.
Ah, a kiss! But a chaste one, to leave him hungry for things he won't find at dinner.
Mirage also has a way of making offers that Skyblast cannot refuse, and he fairly purrs, "Oh yes, I do believe I'll need you to show me how it all goes together."
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Post by Mirage on Aug 6, 2010 23:16:43 GMT -5
Mirage would be quite happy to see to filling all Skyblast's appetites. There's even time for a little amuse bouche, if the painter wanted.
Ah, but clothes! Mirage gets to dress the jet, which means Mirage must touch various parts of Skyblast in a most intimate manner to make sure everything is fitted properly. It will be difficult for them both to bear, but certainly they can hold up under the burden.
Mirage sets the box on a berth and takes out the slacks first. No stepping in- Mirage had them altered to fasten up the insides, though the fasteners are hidden. The fabric is soft, but very durable.
Next comes the leather bomber jacket, and that takes some time to get on properly. Skyblast's wings being on the arms presented the tailor with a unique challenge. Finish the looks off with the scarf around the neck and the cap and goggles, and Skyblast looks...
"...Absolutely breathtaking. And quite dashing," Mirage says grinning, again leaning down to try and kiss Skyblast, this time a good deal more thoroughly.
"Shall we away to dinner?" he asks, once the kiss is done.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 7, 2010 0:01:07 GMT -5
Skyblast feels odd to have cloth all over his surfaces. Is this what it is like to work with NEST, sitting around in a hangar with a cloth draped on top? No... that would not be so close-in and not with someone so very special. Fitting him isn't easy, how his panels move and shudder.
Definitely odd, and he even feels a bit a slowed. He'll have to work harder to compensate and return to his usual agility. He toys with the edge of the scarf, fascinated by the texture. He starts to ask, "You don't think the goggles make me look too much like-"
Oh. A kiss. Mph! Who he may or may not look like is swiftly forgotten.
Skyblast agrees, "Down, down, and away, my lovely."
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Post by Arcee (RotF) on Aug 8, 2010 0:52:50 GMT -5
Arcee is still a bit miffed about how badly the charm lessons went down, but she's feeling a bit better after having run a few rounds in one of the sim rooms. Beating on a few dozen simulated enemies could be quite therapeutic, sometimes. Arcee heads for her room, her other selves being elsewhere doing Nonspecific Things, and she rolls up to the door that, oh hey, has been left o--whoa.
For a very short moment, Arcee may or may not have wondered what she'd do with a camera, a car, and a jet. She'll never tell.
The surprise on her face is very visibly evident before she schools it into a more neutral expression. "Am I interrupting something?" There is a note of genuine question in her voice, maybe even slight amusement, though it's buried under a heaving heap of wryness. Honestly, she'll leave if she is, but hey, they left the door open and this is her room too.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 8, 2010 1:18:13 GMT -5
Mirage would be pleased to know Skyblast considers Mirage special.
"Make you look like what, love?" Mirage asks.
Oh. It's Arcee. Mirage stiffens, just barely. It's more a subtle tension that wasn't there before, a tension Skyblast certainly isn't used to seeing from Mirage.
It's an easy smile Mirage turns on Arcee, however. "Not at all, Arcee. We were just about to head out, actually."
Mirage offers Skyblast his arm.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 8, 2010 18:15:57 GMT -5
"Jetfire," Skyblast answers, self-consciously playing with the strap on the goggles. "He has goggles."
He shoots Mirage a perplexed and concerned look but reaches up to take that arm. He can't help but ask, "What's wrong?" possibly putting his foot into his mouth.
"But hello, Arcee. Been keeping busy?"
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Post by Arcee (RotF) on Aug 8, 2010 20:54:51 GMT -5
Mirage's smile rubs her the wrong way, not because there's something wrong with it, but because there isn't. And for all that, she notices that tension; it reminds her something of prey that's just about to spring or flee. When Skyblast goes and asks him what's wrong and if she's been keeping busy, it's all she can do not to snort. If he only knew.
Her tone is a lot more pleasant when addressing the sky painter, though. After all, he had nothing to do with what happened. "I do my best to, and hey now," she smiles, as if just really noticing for the first time, "you're looking sharp! Both of you," she looks to Mirage and the light in her eyes does dim a bit, but her words are sincere. He did look really good, she'd give him that.
"What's wrong is he's probably just itching to spend time with you, and here I am keeping you." Grinning lightly, she nudges her head towards the door "Go on, I'd hate for you to be late for wherever you need to be."
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Post by Mirage on Aug 8, 2010 22:03:09 GMT -5
Mirage tries to place his other hand over Skyblast's where it rests on his arm and idly rub his fingers over the jet's. "Nothing of any consequence, love. Certainly nothing you should worry over. Arcee and I just had a difference of opinion earlier."
He smirks and inclines his head slightly toward Arcee, "Though I will thank you for the compliment. Skyblast certainly outshines me tonight, but I do my paltry best."
"Now, we really do need to get moving if we're to make our reservations, love," he says to Skyblast.
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