Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Feb 22, 2011 23:46:32 GMT -5
Moving so that he can look Fleetwind in the optic, Misfire says, "I remember. You're teaching me the same, after all-"
Well. That's just rude. Laverna's interruption garners a full on frown from Misfire. Before he can say anything, however Swindle's orders come across. Misfire sighs.
"Standard pairup and sweep?" he asks the pastel Seeker.
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Post by Elita-1 on Feb 23, 2011 18:54:28 GMT -5
Laverna pouts as Fleetwind gives her the brush off and Misfire frowns so terribly at her. With a saucy toss of her braids, she raises her arms above her head and twirls away from the jets.
Hmmm, the alarm has gone out, and Mirage is warning that he may need a distraction. Elita has maybe ten minutes left on her download from Mirage. The window is narrowing.
And Scourge is paying a lot of attention to Jazz all of a sudden.
She touches down lightly in front of the tanker, smirking. "Welcome back, baby. You're just who I wanted to see."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Feb 23, 2011 20:22:06 GMT -5
Scourge takes one look at Laverna, decides he doesn't have time for it right now, and then vaults into the air, over her, twists, and lands behind Jazz. There is lense flare. He's from an anime. He can make crazy leaps look good. His new anti-gravs help.
Taking a step to stand just to the left of Jazz, his shoulder-missiles thereby behind Jazz, Scourge murmurs to the DJ, "There's going to be an attempt on your life, Mister DJ. Better get you out of the premises before the assassin can strike."
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Feb 23, 2011 21:07:10 GMT -5
Swindle slaps himself on the forehead. Jazz is a Club Con employee, and thus Jazz heard everything he just said, except for the part where he asked Scourge to eject and/or kill him. Stupid, stupid, rookie mistake.
On the Decepticon broadband this time, he transmits //Jazz heard that transmission I just made, so be aware. If the Autobots are behind this,// and they certainly have a motive, //they just got tipped off.// Stupid, stupid.
The arms dealer hurries through the crowded casino floor, shouldering people out of the way as he heads for the back of the building. He produces a keycard from subspace, swipes it next to a door marked Employees Only and walks through, making sure no-one slips through behind him.
He notices a couple of employees emerging from the lounge. They might be Decepticons or local NPCs. "You two," he says, pointing a finger, "with me. We're going to Main Security and then down to the vault." His voice has none of its usual sparkle, and the look in his eyes as he deploys his scatter blaster is not one he would ever point at a customer.
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
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Post by Fleetwind on Feb 23, 2011 23:24:12 GMT -5
Fleetwind inclines his head in a sharp nod. "That makes sense," he answers to Misfire's suggestion. He glances down at Jazz. He's an obvious danger, but Scourge seems to have it well in hand, and there's a good bit of casino that needs covering. "Come on," he says, darting towards the nearest door, zipping directly over patrons' heads. "Come on. We've got to make sure the changing booth is covered," he says, leaving the dance floor entirely to do just that.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Feb 27, 2011 11:05:29 GMT -5
Jazz turns around, and finds himself face-to-face with those launchers. He sharply takes a couple of steps back, his door-wings popping out from his back. "Whoa, man, you snuck up on me!"
He makes a face, considering what Scourge said, then shrugs. "Alright, then. Lead the way," he says, stepping aside and motioning to the stepdown from the booth.
This is probably a trap of some kind, but if he can get Scourge out of the casino, then that's one big bruiser the 'Cons won't have on hand.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Feb 28, 2011 19:26:09 GMT -5
Misfire nods sharply and follows Fleetwind out. The two fliers really do work well together, likely because they're both- for completely different reasons- team players.
OOC: out of thread
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Post by Elita-1 on Mar 1, 2011 11:57:01 GMT -5
Fleetwind made Laverna pout. Scourge makes her full on cross.
"Hey now, that's a fine kettle of fish, treating me like chopped liver and running off with the best DJ in the district," she says. Still, she literally shrugs it off and turns back into the crowd, dancing amongst the throng. Here and there, her hands start to glide over the other patrons- something people seldom notice in a crush like this.
Some of those patrons start to drop unconscious with wordless little cries as she deliberately lingers too long. The sounds they make are covered by the over-loud music, their fall noticed only by their partner(s)- at least until almost a dozen bodies litter the dance floor and the dancing starts to stall due to cries for medical assistance.
Mirage needed a distraction, she's giving one. That she's harming innocent bystanders makes her twinge, but only slightly. Their aliens after all, not other Autobots, not people that matter. That's what she was taught, at least.
Elita is almost to the door. Almost. And she's almost out of time. She'll never make it out of the casino before her disguise drops. She starts rifling through everything she's picked up from the crowd. Something... there has to be something useful.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Mar 4, 2011 11:32:38 GMT -5
Scourge does not care if he's made a sulky dame cross! He has Jazzes to harass. Scourge squints as Jazz pops out doorwings. What, does he do that when surprised or something?
He attempts to grab Jazz by the lower arm, just hard enough to hurt slightly, and attempts to guide him quietly toward the nearest exit. Scourge is, up close, obviously both tense and wary. He's expecting shenanigans out of Jazz. He says firmly, "So good of you to comply. This is for your own safety, after all."
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Mar 5, 2011 15:01:18 GMT -5
Swindle disappears down a flight of stairs, cronies in tow and arm-gun at the ready.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Mar 8, 2011 19:20:14 GMT -5
Shenanigans? Out of Jazz? Surely you jest, Scourge!
Jazz follows along, and is swiftly led out of a back exit rather forcefully!
----- OOC: Out of thread as well!
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Post by Elita-1 on Mar 8, 2011 20:05:24 GMT -5
Man, all the boys are leaving her. Elita is totally going to get another a complex. She makes her way out of the club and into the casino proper. Ducking into the throng surrounding a particularly vicious game of High Stakes Poker, she lets her borrowed disguise drop. Of course, she's still stuck in the middle of enemy territory. "This is so freshly-activated protoform," she mutters as she continues rifling through the borrowed abilities, "If I get caught, Sentinel will never let me live it down." Oooh, now that's a nice one. Elita activates the download, promptly goes intangible and then sinks through the floor. OOC: Also out of thread!
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Post by Sable Conolly on Mar 10, 2011 21:58:13 GMT -5
Scourge calmly, albeit grimly, escorts Jazz off to the alley and is out of the thread to go make good on that threat on Jazz's life.
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