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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 9, 2010 14:50:56 GMT -5
Impactor narrows his dim optics at Swerve's reactions. He hasn't said what's got him so spooked yet, but given how he had freaked out over Impactor's repair state and what the racer is staring out, he can make a good guess.
Shame. Impactor had rather liked him, on first impression.
The right side of his lips pull up in a snarl as he growls out, "Not like I asked for this." He turns away, starting to stalk off. He does raise his voice a bit and glances back at the Emirate. "Hey, Xaaron, how 'bout next time you keep your happy teammate introductions out of the way of my recon, huh?"
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Post by Swerve on Dec 9, 2010 16:32:46 GMT -5
Impactor seemed like the sort of bot Swerve could get along with just based on their mutual antipathy for Xaaron. Then he turned up dead and his fault or not, it's disturbing on a visceral, spark-jarring level Swerve can't put into words. He can't even think enough to register the effect his reaction has on Impactor.
"I don't–" he blurts out before the words catch in his vocaliser; he shrugs away from Xaaron and latches onto the handle of his cart with a knuckle-popping grip. Impactor goes one way and Swerve goes the other, trying not to think about what it means if one dead mech can come back without coming back. Thinking about what that means requires him to indulge the sense of guilt he thought he'd left behind a dozen lifetimes ago.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 9, 2010 16:51:28 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron gives Impactor a thin, wan look back, letting his hands fall to his sides. Impactor's headed off one way, Swerve the other, and Emirate Xaaron is stuck in the middle, alone. Surely Swerve's not afraid of the dead? He could see Mayday being upset, but fearless, reckless Swerve?
He narrows his optics and teases, "Right. I'll stick to violent teammate introductions during your recon, instead of happy ones. Seems that worked better," because if he can't make light of a situation, he wouldn't be a very good follower of a light god, now would he? He wishes he could do something more about Swerve's discomfort, but nothing's coming to him.
Emirate Xaaron then moves to head off, himself. He was just trying to get back to the ship.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 9, 2010 18:53:56 GMT -5
"If you want your head ripped off again, sure," Impactor growls back as he continues to stalk off, returning to his self-appointed 'mission.'
OOC: Out of thread unless prevented.
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