Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 24, 2010 19:08:20 GMT -5
"Good, we play" Within moments, the plushie is crushed mercilessly on to the table. It squeaks under the pressure of a foot as Mistwind leaps onto the surface, looming over Dustcutter like a cat would to a mouse.
Definition of play? There's a low purring sound coming from the boy as he announces, "Tag... I'm it."
Mistwind pounces to the coordinates of his mouse.... Will he catch it?
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Post by Dustcutter on Nov 26, 2010 2:34:09 GMT -5
Let’s ask Bob, what would Bob do? Bob would jump off the table and run the other way. Meanwhile…
Dustcutter transformed and four rubber wheels gripping tabletop as they span, he zipped between Mistwind’s legs as he dived off the table in the other direction to non-existent Bob as he quickly scrambled around table legs. The nominated not “it” made a weird little synthesized raspberry noise as tried to escape, full speed was not that great but agility definitely was. Hiding under the dispenser was being considered.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 27, 2010 13:27:38 GMT -5
The Dustcutter mouse escapes the pounce, and Mistwind slides across the tabletop with a disappointed yip.
"H-hey, get back here, I want to catch you!" He gives chase underneath the tables. It's not a good strategy, but it looks funny.
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Post by Dustcutter on Nov 28, 2010 12:39:35 GMT -5
It looked ridiculous but it was good practice, trying to avoid getting caught was always good practise. If Mistwind played his hand right, he would be chasing Dustcutter into a corner, otherwise the tiny mouse-mech could spend all day just running around table legs. He also had another plan “can the unit self nominated as ‘It’ fly?”
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 28, 2010 14:43:22 GMT -5
Dustcutter isn't herded into a corner. Mistwind hasn't been prompted to think of it... yet.
"Why don't you find that out for yourself?!" comes Mistwind's heated reply, lunging at the car. He scrapes a table, knocking it over. 'Fix it later!' the main processor demands as it forces the body into a slide and short cut underneath a chair. He reaches out for the toy car, curious if holding it would feel exactly like holding DefraggerWheelie.
Curious how both the names have an almost-similar composition to themselves. Dust-cut-ter - De-frag-ger. Not entirely at the right timing, Mistwind can't help but to think this one over.
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Post by Dustcutter on Nov 29, 2010 12:52:06 GMT -5
The Mouse Defragger Dustcutter pauses entirely too long to watch Mistwind bowl the table over. Breaking stuff and getting away with it was pretty much Dustcutter’s prime directive. Getting someone else to break stuff was pretty much the same thing, “You almost had me but didn’t quite catch me, almost nearly so very close”. It had been very very close, Mistwind sliding under the chair had just about tagged him but like any good cowardly con, he had made a another successful getaway. And now he had a new Plan A. With the seeker chasing, he zoomed under a dispenser and out the other side.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 30, 2010 16:12:18 GMT -5
Mistwind blinks for a moment at Dustcutter's apt wording, shaken from his thoughts. He watches the car zoom underneath the dispenser, frowning.
"So very close?.... I didn't think I'd meet someone on this ship who could hope to get me all annoyed... Dustcutter..." Mistwind's starting to sound like a kid from a scare movie. He grins playfully while he stalks the toy, passing the dispenser deliberately to snatch a tray. He tilts his head downwards, azure optics glowing from underneath the helmet's edge, "I want to experience more.... annoyance."
He charges again, hoping to block Dustcutter's flight off with the help of Tray.
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Post by Dustcutter on Nov 30, 2010 22:52:50 GMT -5
He had intended for Mistwind to charge after him and run into the dispenser, not to be hit on the tail wing with a tray. But then turnabout was fair play in Dustcutter’s book…if he had a book…on fair play…he would have burnt the book.
Ever hit a toy car on the tail wing? It flips up into the air doing somersaults, this is exactly what happened to Dustcutter when he got hit by the tray, and with great effect. He transformed mid-flight and barely managed to land on his pointed feet with no small amount of luck helping. He leapt onto the wall and started to scurry straight up with the aid of his electro-mags hoping he would be that fraction faster than his enthusiastic pursuer. “Mech down, mech down, I’ve been hit… hold on does this render me the appointed ‘it’?”
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Dec 2, 2010 15:22:53 GMT -5
"wha-ooooooh" Mistwind actually stops his stalking and stares at the revolving car in the air. He dashes again when realising that Dustcutter hits the ground, now in robot mode, but he's not exactly prepared when the mech goes up the wall!
"Huh? Oh, .....that's annoying" Mistwind is left standing below, tilting his head. He could throw the tray, but that might seriously hurt the specimen, and that's not what Mistwind actually wants.
"Yes... you are now 'it'" Does this mean Mistwind better get to running?
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Post by Dustcutter on Dec 2, 2010 23:43:57 GMT -5
The look spreading across Dustcutter’s optic said Mistwind should have started running five nanos ago. If a single glowing red optic for a face could display predatory relish then Dustcutter’s did so with gusto. The black plated mechanical mantid clicked his pincers and revved his buzzsaws as he stalked across the wall slowly stalking his quarry. Ever been stalked by a wall crawler the size of your palm Mistwind?
It was all an act of course, Dustcutter had no desire to injure someone who could bring about his extinction with a mere well placed footstep. Nonetheless…
He turned and began crawling up the wall and began a slow creep on the ceiling, his optic locked on Mistwind’s face.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Dec 4, 2010 6:29:48 GMT -5
Mistwind regards Dustcutter with a mixed expression. In one way, the 'it' is very small. But it does look very menacing, and size can be deceiving, Mistwind knows. He backs off a bit.
Once Dustcutter is on the ceiling, Mistwind begins a dash around the room, squeaking: "D-don't drop on me!"
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Post by Dustcutter on Dec 5, 2010 12:41:33 GMT -5
Right now would be an awesome time for somebody to come in and see what was happening.
Dustcutter couldn’t crawl on the ceiling and hope to keep pace with Mistwind who wasn’t. He was trying to herd the other little but bigger than he ‘con into a corner where he could at least drop close enough to finish the chase on his wheels, he would just have to be careful not to get stepped on by the target in his desperation to be not it. But then he wouldn’t have been operation even half this long if he couldn’t avoid the heavy footfalls of his comrades.
When he calculated his position was as good as it was going to be, he let go of the ceiling and landed on a table top, four spidery legs absorbing the impact. Almost instantly he transformed back into a tiny car and leapt off the table right at his target.
OOC: singing - Incy wincy spider mech stalked the ceiling roof...
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Mistwind
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Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Dec 17, 2010 6:42:28 GMT -5
Definitely.
Mistwind is looking up, trying to keep a lock on Dustcutter. This makes it a challenge to run as he's sidling past tables and chairs.
"Gyaaaaah!" The mech almost trips over a fallen chair, struggling to keep his balance. The moment he looks up, he sees a race car flying towards his face "Waaaah!"
In reflex, Mistwind brings up his hands to catch the projectile, optics shut tight.
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Post by Dustcutter on Dec 30, 2010 21:44:30 GMT -5
Dustcutter bounces off Mistwind’s hand and then falls to the floor transforming back to robot mode just before he hits.
“Tag, you are now designated ‘It’ once more again. Shall we go find another with whom we can pass the designation too?” he looks up at the hiding behind his hand mech, “Is the unit formally designated Mistwind in proper functioning condition?”
OOC: I hope this is okay, sorry I've been away so long. Start to wrap this up by heading out to find more victims targets?
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Jan 3, 2011 16:14:39 GMT -5
OOCly, Mistwind would hug Dustcutter after the long absence. Welcome back!
As the car thuds against his hand, Mistwind's shield protocol clears, leaving the mech semi-confused before realising... "Ah, no! Lost! I lost!" He whines, pouts and grudges.
"Shall we go find another with whom we can pass the designation too?” Excitement replaces pouting, and Mistwind instantly replies "Proper functioning... affirmative! Let's go pass on Designation 'It'!" At the end of the sentence, the mech is already across the room.
"Oh wait, the chairs and tables!" Mistwind compulsely hurries over to fix the mess he created....
Wrap ok!
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