Rook
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Post by Rook on Aug 15, 2010 14:26:36 GMT -5
"I'm a diplomat, Mindwipe," Rook responds. "It's my function to talk with the enemy. It can be just as rewarding as warfare, I assure you," he adds, perhaps a tad defensively. "Besides, both sides are trapped here, strangers in a strange land. We have more in common with them than we do with anyone else in this universe. It would be prudent to have lines of communication open in case of crisis." Rook is already vaguely aware that Shockwave has ways to communicate with the Autobots if he wants to. What he really means is: there should be lines of communication that go through me.
Rook turns to look as Slugslinger and Counterpunch walk into the club. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
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Post by Mirage on Aug 15, 2010 20:36:42 GMT -5
If Mirage ever finds out about his sea-faring alternate, there won't be enough martinis in the multi-verse to make things right.
He grins at Skyblast, lips still on the skypainter's fingers. "Oh, certainly you are much more delicious. I could combine the two, but that might be a bit too risque for such a setting."
"Later, perhaps," Mirage purrs. He's played canvas for Skyblast before. Only fair that the painter returns the favor.
When Counterpunch and his date walk in, Mirage gives no outward indication of noticing. Inwardly, however, the spy tenses. The night has just become decidedly more interesting- and much more dangerous.
Mirage sips his drink, lowering the hand holding Skyblast's to the table. Mirage doesn't let go that hand, however. "It sounds like a lovely place. I am a creature of cities myself, for all that I like to hunt in the wilds. This place is coarse, yes, terribly so, but... I have walked in worse places."
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Mindwipe
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Post by Mindwipe on Aug 16, 2010 22:43:29 GMT -5
Thankfully, we don't have Boat Mirage. Lugnut has enough Megatron love for the whole multiverse.
"Ah, yes, yes. I do suppose you have a point. I do tend to forget that it is possible to get the enemy to do what you want without altering their mental states."
A glance over at the Autobot table again, then back to Rook. "Though I fail to see what we could gain from an showy artist, unless we use him to get better connections. I'd rather put them under mind control and make them shoot their friends."
Then Slugslinger and Counterpunch walk in. Mindwipe's wings visibly droop. "This can't be happening. Can it? I must be overcharged. ...except I haven't had anything yet. In that case, I need something strong."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 17, 2010 15:03:26 GMT -5
Mirage is doing a fantastic job of distracting Skyblast from the fact that there might be a Decepticon at the other table. He starts to say, "They worshipped birds, so the wings made me pretty pop-"
But even Mirage isn't enough to distract Skyblast from who just walked in the door. Slugslinger, he doesn't know, but Counterpunch...
Skyblast's face slumps against the table, and he groans, "Oh Allspark, it's him!"
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 17, 2010 18:29:17 GMT -5
The Decepticons absolutely need Slugslinger's Mirage around. He misses his teammate and there's always room for another vain, violent thug in the ranks. But his Mirage isn't the one who does pirouettes for Megatron, nor does his Mirage look anything like the Mirage sitting next to… a zombie Skyblast? The sight of the impetuous little Omnicon – or a striking doppelganger, he reminds himself, taking in the odd and unfamiliar gap or two in that otherwise dense plating – makes Slugslinger pause for just a moment, brow rising and shoulder vanes perking with interest. His grin takes over the misshapen side of his mouth as well, tugging that grimace into a delighted smirk.
"It feels great," he corrects Counterpunch once he looks away from Skyblast, brushing off that murderous glare to pat the grouch on the shoulder in a companionable fashion, free hand resting on his hip. "Like being home. But I guess even groundpounders with training wings are still groundpounders at heart, huh?" He chuckles and, if he can manage it, makes a show of resting his arm across Counterpunch's shoulders. "Don't worry about it; you're still okay in my book," he says. After all, he used to hang out with boats. Boats who helped him rough up Omnicons.
Maybe he should stop by Skyblast's table and say hello. Not without stopping by Mindwipe's table first; hard to miss those three bright red optics in that weird face, even in this low lighting. Hmm. How does this place do things, anyway? Wait on the maître d' to get over here and show them to a table? Belly up to the bar? Seat themselves? He's good at either of the latter two options.
Ah, but he's supposed to be on his best behaviour tonight. That always ruins the fun.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 17, 2010 21:43:47 GMT -5
Spins towards Slugslinger, trying to get out from under his arms. "We're required to be here together!" he growls. "That doesn't mean you need to be draping yourself all over me like a blasted garland! Don't think I can't tell that you're mocking me!"
He brushes dust, probably imaginary, off his shoulders and looks in the direction that Slugslinger is looking, then snorts. "Coincidence's reach remains long," he mutters, then looks up as the maître d' heads their way. Then he glances at the bar and the table with the other Decepticons, and mutters, "S'pose we could take a bar seat." Or they could, you know, take the extra seat at the table with the other Decepticons, but that would require being social.
Oh, wait. Isn't Counterpunch under orders to be social?
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Aug 17, 2010 22:12:21 GMT -5
"Possible and often highly enjoyable," Rook tells Mindwipe. "We may not have anything to gain from these two Autobots in particular, but they are the two that are here now. I'll think I'll risk contact." The crow raises an eyeridge and drums a talon on the table before asking in hushed tones, "Could you mind control them from here without it being obvious? Having a pair of sleeper agents in the Autobot ranks would be excellent."
"I'm afraid you're not seeing things," he sighs, turning a sour look toward Slugslinger and Counterpunch. "It seems these clubs will let anyone in these days. I suppose the fact they'd even want to come to an exclusive club shows that there's hope for even the most uncivilized of mechanisms."
A waitress bustles up to the table, pad in hand. "Are you gentlebeings ready to order or do you need a little more time?" she asks cheerily. "I am," replies Rook. "I'll have the three layer solid fuel ice, a bottle of high-grade ethanol, two glasses please, one appropriately sized for my companion here, and have the kitchen have a grilled vegetable platter ready for me to take home in a to-go box if you'd be so kind." The crow smiles winningly and completely insincerely, pulling out a notepad and scribbling down his name and a frequency. "One last thing, a bottle of your best high-grade for the table over there," he says, inclining his head toward Skyblast and Mirage, "and put this note with it."
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Post by Mirage on Aug 17, 2010 22:44:00 GMT -5
Now that Skyblast has noticed Counterpunch, Mirage lets his own gaze turn toward the angry blue car.
"So it is. Do you expect him to cause you trouble?" Mirage asks as he rubs his fingers soothingly over Skyblast's.
"Love, don't let it bother you. If he's so boorish as to accost you, then I will simply have to defend your honor," Mirage teases, sounding entirely too pleased by this prospect.
He sips his drink. "Tell me more about your Pz-Zazz."
Rook's gift and note will arrive on Mirage's next post!
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Mindwipe
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Post by Mindwipe on Aug 18, 2010 15:41:46 GMT -5
Mindwipe shakes his head - "Alas, I believe all I can do from here is make them dizzy - I need to be up close, and...well, it's not the most subtle of processes. Doing so here in public would not be advisable. Now, if we could get them outside and away from peering eyes..." Mindwipe's fingertips drum together.
"If those two come over, they could quite easily spoil our plans before they even take form," Mindwipe hisses out. "Boorish ruffians..."
Ah, but there's the waitress! "And to add to that, I shall partake of a Phazon Corruptor with the Benzene chaser."
The note draws Mindwipe's curiosity, but he says nothing for the time being.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 20, 2010 20:22:40 GMT -5
Skyblast is totally zombie Skyblast. Mirage is so open-minded and accepting!
Skyblast replies uncertainly, "I don't know. I should probably avoid him, I guess. I don't want Kup and Springer on my tail again."
He quirks an optical ridge at Mirage offering to defend his honour. His first instinct is to say that he can defend himself perfectly well, but he just manages to catch himself. He softens it to, "I can defend myself perfectly well. Really. I know my track record's not the best here, but I aim big. No risk, no glory. Though it might be interesting to see you in action."
Skyblast hasn't, really!
"Mmm, we didn't stay there long to really get to know the planet. There were a lot of shows I'd have liked to catch - singers, dancers, magicians - but duty has to come first."
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 22, 2010 22:20:28 GMT -5
"Mocking you?" Slugslinger looks wounded even as he lets his arm be shrugged off and his tone is nothing but sincerity. "Perish the thought! You have nothing but my deepest sympathies for being a dirt-munching, wheelbound car." He leans in again when Counterpunch looks away from him, taking the opportunity to murmur as close to the carbot's audio receptor as he thinks he can get without a reflexive punch in the face – and Counterpunch may yet deck him anyway. "Maybe one of these days," he says in a tone like running his fingers over Counterpunch's helmet, "if you ask nicely, I'll take you for a ride and show you what flying is really like." And it may or may not involve a drop from an insulting altitude as a climax to the festivities.
That said, Slugslinger tries to sidle away before a fist can be thrown – Counterpunch can't launch his fists like missiles, can he? – and waves off the maître d' with a confident, dismissive pat of one hand and a winning smile.
"Thanks," he murmurs, "but we've just spotted our party." And he makes a show of coming back to ease an arm around Counterpunch's shoulders without fully touching him, since it doesn't count if he isn't really touching the guy, so he can guide his unhappy date away from the bar. "C'mon. We shouldn't keep 'em waiting any longer."
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 23, 2010 21:31:56 GMT -5
Counterpunch does, in fact, take a brief swing at Slugslinger, a tiny growl escaping him as he does, but it's at exactly the same moment that Slugslinger sidles away, so that he misses entirely.
If Counterpunch had been trying to intentionally time for the miss, he couldn't have done better.
Then he's guided by Slugslinger... somewhere? "Our party? We don't have a damned party!" he snarls.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Aug 23, 2010 22:42:25 GMT -5
"A pity you don't have a longer range," Rook comments to Mindwipe as the waitress departs, "but I suppose it's better to know the limits of your abilities."
The crow chuckles. "My only plan for the evening so far is to enjoy myself. Of course, judging from their behavior, Slugslinger and Counterpunch are perfectly capable of spoiling that plan. I've not talked to the car yet, but I believe Slugslinger to be salvageable. He seems intelligent enough."
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Post by Mirage on Aug 24, 2010 0:32:46 GMT -5
Skyblast came home to Mirage in a bucket once, sure, but that doesn't make him a zombie!
"Darling, really... have you had no one to fuss over your properly before?" Mirage asks as he plays his fingers over Skyblast's, "I know perfectly well that you are capable, and a warrior of note." Mirage tries to lift Skyblast's hand and slide his cheek along the back of it. "Tonight, though, you're my capable and beautiful warrior, my immensely talented love, and woe to the one who would accost you in my presence."
Mirage starts to say more, but is interrupted by the arrival of the waitress with a bottle of very expensive fuel and a little note.
"Hrm," Mirage says, after thanking the waitress, "We seem to have garnered some attention."
He shows the note to Skyblast. It contains a radio frequency, under which is the name "Rook" and a seal which incorporates the Predacon symbol.
"Accept or ignore? It's up to you, sweetheart."
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Mindwipe
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Post by Mindwipe on Aug 24, 2010 16:58:12 GMT -5
Mindwipe cocks an eyebrowridge at Rook. (Which one it is, is totally up to your imagination.) "Salvageable how? He's a rather boorish fellow...and heading this way."
Mindwipe adjusts in his chair, straightening up for when the car and plane make their approach. He can at least pretend to be nice!
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