Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Jul 30, 2009 20:22:03 GMT -5
Oracle is about to say something rude to Nightbeat about his apparently inability to remember a female's name, but then Pee-Dee logic processors apparently finally crash. Or something. Whatever caused it, that doesn't look good, or normal. So Nightbeat gets ignored again instead and Oracle paces over to join Mirage where he's kneeling next to Pee-Dee.
"Or if you would prefer not to be carried, at least let us help you to somewhere comfortable." This had turned into a bit more of a mess then either herself or Mirage had intended she thought. On the other hand, once Pee-Dee had a chance to process the whole thing hopefully it wouldn't occur again.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jul 31, 2009 14:52:41 GMT -5
Well, even for someone with a well-trained, counter-intuitive mind, Nightbeat did not see this coming.
He bends down next to Pee-Dee (briefly pausing to shoot Mirage a dirty look). "Now listen here, sweetheart. "
Now... he needs to find something meaningful to say to back that up. Crud. He almost never has anything meaningful to say unless it involves solving a crime or puzzle.
"Now you listen to me, Dollface. I ain't worth getting your circuits crossed over. Me? I'm just some broken-down, washed up excuse for a private eye with too much audio and not enough processing. And you? You're better than all that. A lot better. So don't go makin' yourself nuts like that.
"Please."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 1, 2009 15:25:50 GMT -5
As everyone gathers around her, Pee-Dee lifts her head to look at them. There is something wary and feral in her optics, in the edges of her expression. Her charm, curiously enough, has gone black.
"I don't want to go anywhere." She cuts her words on saw-blade teeth. "I can't be dismembered over something like this."
She can be broken. But, well, Junkion. She can put herself back together.
Her head jerks around mongoose-quick as Nightbeat has his say. "I'm not making myself nuts. You're driving me cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!"
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Post by Mirage on Aug 1, 2009 19:18:45 GMT -5
The spy sputters when she mentions dismemberment. "Where on Cybertron would you get such an idea-?"
Mirage would say more, but that look, that tone, very emphatically say "Leave Me Be or I Will Bite." He's seen that look on the faces of cornered hounds and wounded turbofoxes. It is the look of the wild thing when it feels there is nothing left lose but its life, and its only thought is to make the hunter pay dearly for the kill.
And Mirage is reminded again that Pee-Dee is a very dangerous lady indeed.
He rises and reaches for Oracle's hand, intending to grab it and try to lightly tug her away. He gives Pee-Dee a graceful half bow, "As you seem to need and desire the space, I shall not impose upon you any further. You have my frequency. All you need to is call."
Mirage backs of then, possibly with Oracle in tow. He doesn't leave immediately, instead pausing in the doorway. Oddly enough, to make sure Nightbeat doesn't wind up getting hurt.
Mirage will be out of thread, unless something drastic happens to keep him there.
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Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Aug 1, 2009 22:24:51 GMT -5
Mirage tugging her back with him prevents Oracle from the visible defensive bristle she almost makes, but inwardly she's watching Pee-Dee in an entirely different light at the moment. Safely locks disengaging on her weapons just in case, she's honestly quite happy to be pulled away before things go even more out of whack and sour.
Oracle has no intention of finding out if that look on Pee-Dee's face is familiar on more then just the surface by getting bitten, thank you very much.
Hopefully Nightbeat won't do something foolish and need to be rescued from having his hand gnawed off.
-------------- OOC: Exiting with Mirage unless stopped.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Aug 2, 2009 21:09:56 GMT -5
"I'm makin' you crazy?" Nightbeat challenges, staring at Pee-Dee with incredulity.
"Yeah. Uh-huh. That's what's going on. Right." He stops. "...Is it?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 3, 2009 18:44:17 GMT -5
Pee-Dee raises her head to watch Mirage pull Oracle back towards the door. Her fingers dig into the sides of her legs, punching through metal and peeling it back. "You still owe me a pound of flesh, Mirage."
She jerks back to look at Nightbeat as he speaks. Then she leans forward and raises one hand as if to touch his face. Her fingertips are stained with chemicals that properly belong inside a Transformer. "You're Cybertron's greatest detective. You tell me."
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Aug 3, 2009 20:43:06 GMT -5
Nightbeat hesitates, for once managing to censor his thoughts before his smart mouth gets to them.
He reaches to take her hand in his, concern over the fluid and punctures racing through him. "Yeah, well... you make me pretty crazy too. And maybe that's... maybe that's not so bad."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 4, 2009 18:55:31 GMT -5
Nightbeat has considerably tougher armor than Pee-Dee does. Her fingers can't punch through his. If he's not careful, though, he may discover vice-versa isn't true.
She tilts her head slightly as he takes her hand, considering. There is a song in her head, Maybe it's crazy, but baby, love usually is. But she doesn't quite dare to sing it, not yet. So she settles for another one. "You took the words right out of my mouth."
Then she yanks Nightbeat forward onto her and presses a kiss against his mouth. "It must have been while you were kissing me."
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Nightbeat yankage with permission. Songs are "Maybe It's Crazy" by Seanan McGuire and a Meatloaf song that I basically used the title of.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Aug 4, 2009 20:28:35 GMT -5
Well. He definitely wasn't expecting that. His prediction abilities seem to have gone way down lately. Granted, Junkions were not (in his very limited experience) particularly predictable, but...
Nightbeat, having been off-world more than the average Autobot, combined with his particular genre niche, is quite familiar with the concept, if not the practical, side of kissing.
On the other hand... he could get used to this.
"That was... nice," he says. "Real nice."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 7, 2009 10:45:22 GMT -5
"It was a kiss." It's nice by definition. That is the point of kisses. What exactly 'nice' means changes from partner to partner and mood to mood, mind you.
Her charm has come back on.
"Clearly you need to be learned a few things about kissin'."
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Aug 7, 2009 22:25:12 GMT -5
"I know what it was," Nightbeat growls, ever so slightly, but somehow can't sustain it.
He puts on a cocky grin. "'spose then you ought to be the one to teach me."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 8, 2009 22:39:12 GMT -5
Pee-Dee smiles crookedly. "Come over here for lesson number one then."
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Fade?
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