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Post by Spinister on Oct 11, 2010 13:05:39 GMT -5
Spinister raises a hand, motioning for Misfire to pause for a moment here, and he looks over a selection of novelty wing-mounted drop tanks. Usually, drop tanks just hold fuel, so that jets can fly farther, and then they fall off then the fuel is used up. Most of these ones are set up to contain more exotic chemicals, and some of them seem to act like miniature bars-in-a-drop-tank, being programmable to make different cocktails. They're interesting, but Needlenose is such a lightweight when it comes to drinking that Spinister's not sure they would be a good idea. He lowers his hand and then motions to continue down the aisle.
In case Jetstorm hasn't noticed, neither Spinister nor Needlenose particularly have mouths, either, but Spinister does point out, "You both have jet intakes," and that is at least more than Spinister does, being a helicopter who flies via bludgeoning the air into submission with his rotors.
Spinister then points over at some pitot tube baffles. Pitot tubes are used by jets to sense their airspeed. The baffles basically mess with the jet's perceived airspeed, making him feel like he's moving faster or slower than he actually is, depending on how they're adjusted. Could be rather dizzying. Some of them are quite discreet and other are more gaudy, in translucent coloured plastic with embedded glitter. Spinister asks, "Do jets actually go for that?"
Spinister doesn't really get the appeal, but then, Spinister doesn't really get the appeal of anything, which is why he needs advice.
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Post by Misfire on Oct 17, 2010 16:13:41 GMT -5
Misfire shrugs and looks a bit sheepish as he replies to Jetstorm, "Well, you're a jet, too, if an odd looking one, and you're also... flashy."
Pausing as requested by the tanks, Misfire frowns a bit. Sure, he doesn't mind getting a buzz now and again, but he's always been of the opinion that one doesn't play the mixology game in the air. Burning off some excess energon is one thing; adding in some things that might muck with your timing and agility is another.
Oh, Spinister asked a question. Misfire shifts uncomfortably from one foot to another, then moves to get a closer look at the baffles. After a minute or so he answers, "Well, some do, I guess. Those more interested in a high then in their own safety, usually, chasing the booster rush. Was never my thing."
"Um, plus, it's kinda personal thing. Something- if he did like them- for him to use on his own. Er," Primus, is he really saying this? "Is that what you're looking for, or do you want something that would be more... interactive for you both?"
Misfire looks around the room, doing everything but looking at Spinster.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Oct 19, 2010 11:47:10 GMT -5
Jetstorm stammers, looks terribly flustered, and for once, is entirely lost for works. Does he really come across as such? Yes, and he knows it. He covers his optics with one hand and rubs at the side of his head before looking up.
"If there is one thing enjoyable for those that fly, it may be the rush of flying," he says, and waves his hand over at the baffles. "That could be a good enough present for him to use while waiting for you."
Inwardly, he can't believe he's talking about this. Still.
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Post by Spinister on Oct 19, 2010 14:25:00 GMT -5
Spinister actually stops to ponder whether or not something for an aerial soloist is what he's looking for. Spinister is fairly smart, and he learns quickly if he puts the effort in, but that doesn't change the fact that he doesn't know the field very well, even after Needlenose's guidance, plus the fact that Spinister's reflexes and coordination aren't really up to par. Needlenose probably would enjoy himself more if Spinister wasn't involved, and Spinister could always watch, it's not like Needlenose would know...
So, how does a freaky creep like you even keep a partner? Singe drawls in Spinister's head. I mean, seriously, it's not like I'm the posterchild for girlfriend retention, blast that Galen, but...
Spinister twitches a bit and holds up two fingers. Option number two, Misfire. Something involving a bit more teamwork.
Spinister does note that he's developed a new technique of not being observed! Embarrass the heck out of people until they refuse to look at him! Singe snipes, And your colour scheme doesn't do that already?
Hairsplitter reminds, Have you looked at Misfire?
Xenocidal pink fairies, the lot of them!
Spinister rubs his head as his Nebulans give him a headache and momentarily distract him from the missions at hand, an unforgivable lapse. He points over at the radio section, mostly containing supplemental antennae, distortion devices, and range boosters, and he cocks his head questioningly. Radio is the ultimate in hands off, so it shouldn't matter if Spinister's falling over when he tries to stand on his own.
He says softly to Jetstorm, "Needlenose just likes killing people." Spinister's pretty sure Needlenose likes that better than flying. He adds, after some thought. "Video games. Trendy electronics. Fashion. Art."
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Post by Misfire on Oct 20, 2010 13:05:35 GMT -5
Misfire does catch those two fingers out of the corner of his optics. He's turns toward a wall when Spinister points out the radios.
"Hrm. Well, you can go that route. I, er, understand that you can do some very interesting things with feedback and stuff, but um... I never got into it."
Misfire sighs and rubs his hand over his face. "Look, I'm gonna be plain here. Obviously, the list of places you have us going to- they are places that cater to his interests. But this place is more mutually personal."
"So, um... can I ask who leads?"
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Post by Spinister on Oct 23, 2010 23:12:59 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Jetstorm due to timeout.
Spinister gives Misfire a hard stare. Spinister is mysterious. He tries to say little about himself and reveal less, but finally, he concludes that this answer will probably just raise more questions, so... "Usually Needlenose, but we switch."
At least he didn't answer, 'I'm senior Mayhem. Of course I lead.' That's not what Misfire was asking. Thank goodness for Targetmasters.
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Post by Misfire on Oct 26, 2010 15:10:32 GMT -5
Misfire half-expected Spinster to misunderstand his meaning, and is quite relieved to not have to explain himself.
Lalalalaalala Not listening,
Aimless, you don't have to yell for me to know you're mentally gagging.
NOT LISTENING!
Misfire sighs then gestures toward a table. "Some folks like playing with low-power currents, but that's usually more for those who like playing certain games, I think, and that isn't- well, I'm pretty sure it isn't you. But, um, these," he reaches for a display and picks up what looks like a large metal clothespin, "I think you could use these to, er, heighten certain reactions and stuff, if placed properly."
He rubs the back of his head with his empty hand, "Look, Spinister, I don't know, really. I... well, I just have hearsay to go on, gossip from the barracks. I don't have a partner, haven't really ever had anyone as a real partner. So..." Misfire trails off, looking terribly embarrassed, and a little sad.
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Post by Spinister on Oct 26, 2010 17:19:08 GMT -5
Spinister examines the pin, silent, thoughtful, and inscrutable.
Spinister only has a boyfriend because of time travel. He's pretty sure that's not how one normally finds a boyfriend. He gives Misfire a long, considering look that takes in all the easy disabling and kill shots, and finally, he says, "Have you tried boxing? I'll put in a good word for you with Stranglehold when we get home. He's less..." Spinister's fingers twitch, "...tetchy about students than Bludgeon."
Misfire can't get a boyfriend because Misfire can't shoot for slag. Spinister doesn't know why Misfire can't shoot for slag, but given Misfire's history, he's guessing there's probably something wrong mentally. So if Misfire can't shoot things, well... he might try punching them instead. This would also make Misfire a lot more useful to the Empire, something Spinister likes to see.
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Post by Misfire on Oct 27, 2010 13:40:14 GMT -5
Misfire can't shoot for slag, but he is one of the best in the Decepticon's best in the air. He's intelligent, dependable, and loyal. Shouldn't all of that count for something?
It doesn't.
You could actually admit to a certain someone that you like them and see where that goes, you know. Aimless suggests.
I have no idea what you're talking about! Misfire protests. He actually looks a little flustered, but that could be at the idea of being at Stranglehold's mercy.
Sure you don't
To Spinister, Misfire says, "Er, okay. I've never really given it much thought. That stuff's more a groundpounder's style, you know?" He has wings. The College tended to pigeonhole people with wings (which were a good chunk of the Decepticon forces) into flight and ranged classes. However, given Misfire's agility and grace, boxing would probably suit him.
"But this isn't about me. It's about you and Needlenose. So, does anything else catch your optic?"
Misfire is still a bit boggled about how the magenta spook bagged a socialite like Needlenose. But eh, different strokes and all.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Oct 27, 2010 14:42:45 GMT -5
After a good few moments of thinking, Jetstorm looks up. He had been tapping a finger against his chin while he thought, and then finally came up with something.
"Does he like exciting things? Ah...! Clarification. You could always convince him to try something with one of these things in near-public... The thrill of something like that could provide a spark of excitement," he nods a bit and then glances over at a shelf of lubricants. Various, some flavored, lubricants. He squints at them for a moment before shaking his head and then pointing at them.
"Maybe you could get him one of those. I'm not sure what flavors do for something like that but if they're in here, they must be decent," he shrugs.
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Post by Spinister on Oct 27, 2010 20:18:41 GMT -5
Spinister says softly, "These Autobots have a lot of fliers." He's a bit disgusted by that. "Aren't there some anti-jet martial arts?" Yes, Spinister is basically suggesting that Misfire should go learn to punch jets because Misfire can't shoot for slag. Jetpunch!
Does anything catch his optic? Well, aside from the fact that some of these things look like they'd make good armour-piercing ammunition...
Hmm, what Jetstorm is suggesting... "In public? Parachute aisle."
The Mile High Club can get a bit dangerous when the jet is participating in the fun.
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Post by Misfire on Oct 28, 2010 23:59:31 GMT -5
Misfire shrugs, "Not too much for air-to-air that isn't well... standard dogfighting. Not having these anti-grav things in our reality probably contributes to that lack."
He pushes Spinster toward the parachute aisle, assuming that the comment was a command.
"Um, but Fleetwind has developed a pretty useful aerial combat style that makes use of energy blades and quick transforms. He's been working with me some since I got my anti-gravs." One day, Misfire's player will stop being lazy and as for an actual ranking in that skill.
"You know, I wouldn't have pegged you for someone into extreme PDA, Spinister."
To Jetstorm, Misfire says, "Eh, it would be more fun to flavor some energon and, er... yeah, I'm going to shut up now."
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Oct 30, 2010 20:42:52 GMT -5
"Well, not public per say, but let's say... Out on a balcony overlooking the streets, or perhaps in an alley nearby a bustling area. Like I said... The thrill of it all can lead to something much, much more interesting than... Than that," he waves a hand at a shelf nearby, whatever may be there.
Jetstorm eyes Misfire, "Whatever happens or said in this store between us three, stays in this store, how about that?" he says.
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Post by Spinister on Oct 30, 2010 21:06:14 GMT -5
"Then study more with Fleetwind," Spinister directs. Is this not obvious? Then, he mutters, "If you can peg me as anything, I'm doing it wrong."
He takes a pretty serious look at the full-plane chutes. Spinister has always been pretty interesting in figuring out how to do anything, anywhere, without anyone noticing. But would Needlenose like it? That is the important question, and Spinister just doesn't know, which he realises is pretty pathetic.
"Flavoured energon, hmm..." Where are they going with that? He was already thinking that he'd take Needlenose for dinner.
Jetstorm's probably right that the less said about all this, the better.
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Post by Misfire on Oct 31, 2010 13:17:55 GMT -5
"Yes, sir."
So, the head of the Secret Police just ordered Misfire to spend more time with Fleetwind.
This is not a bad thing in Misfire's optics.
Misfire stopped talking about flavored energon the the fun things one could do with it because he remembered that neither Mayhem has a mouth. Sure, they can still drink and all, but well... for that kind of thing to be fun, you kinda need lips and tongue action. Nuzzling doesn't quite cut it.
He tilts his head to look over at the tie downs and pulleys section. For some reason, he thinks Needlenose might dabble in the kinky stuff, but Misfire doubts Spinster likes it kinky. Spinister likes it spooky instead.
"Honestly, I think the most romantic thing you could arrange for Needlenose is a special hunt- with a real target at least, if even the hunt is set up in the sim room. We get live Autobots on occasion. Combine his love of games with his love of killing. Sex after could be messy, but I bet it'd be circuit blowing."
"You love him?" Misfire asks suddenly, throwing caution to the wind.
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