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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Sept 22, 2009 15:38:33 GMT -5
"Ah. I see." No, he isn't liking Oil Slick's little smirk at all, but the polite smile stays plastered on his face regardless. He opens his mouth and was about to excuse himself from this conversation when Ravage ever-so-wonderfully decides that now was the time to rub up against his leg. Not push or poke or any other variation of far more tolerable, horrible physical contact- but rub.
Caught between two very, very dangerous people and a drunken feline-bot, the aphephobic bike's sunshine happy expression momentarily falters before Phobia could stop himself. Looking very much like he'd just been deprived of a leg, he tenses, fingers clawed against his sides and and visor flashing in unadulterated horror.
IT. WAS. TOUCHING. HIM.
Not even a blink later Phobia was ducking his head and gingerly petting Ravage. "If you get drunk this easily it would be better to restrict your energon intake in the future," he tuts lightly.
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Post by Oil Slick on Sept 23, 2009 21:11:09 GMT -5
Oil Slick grins even wider behind his bubble, tapping his clawtips together at Spinister's question. "So it would seem..." he answers, observing for the moment, until Ravage exhibits feline behavior towards the other motorcycle in the room. And Phobia lives up to his name, and thus piques Oil Slick's curiosity very much. He moves up close after Phobia wavers, index claw resting against his dome, watching Phobia carefully. "... ailurophobia?" Upon asking this, he recoils slightly. "No, no, if that was the case, you would've been more tense during this whole exchange. Or you're very good at hiding it until faced with an extreme. Curious." Perhaps he wants to shackle Phobia up and probe at the depths of this. Or just find out all the reasons they call him 'Phobia'.
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Post by Spinister on Sept 25, 2009 22:40:23 GMT -5
"Inexpensive drunk," Spinister grudgingly edits his statement.
Spinister's optics brighten and narrow as Phobia shows that horror as Ravage tries to, well, make like a cat, and rub up against Phobia. Phobia does have good advice for Ravage about energon intake. Time will tell if Ravage takes it or not.
Oil Slick makes with the big words, more deeply cementing that scientific bent he radiates.
Spinister tilts his head to one side and lets the word fairly roll off his voicebox, all at once a lilting question, "Phobia?"
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Post by fangsan on Sept 27, 2009 1:31:25 GMT -5
While at first Oil Slick hadn't even been noticed by Ravage, when the chemist bike bot spoke out on Phobia's phobias he gave him more attention.
Slipping away from Phobia's legs, having done more then enough rubbing up against them. Ravage took a few steps before shaking his head, another purr rumbling through his frame. On the plus side for the over charged kitty, he didn't nearly mind now so many in the room with him. "I'll barrrrre in mind what you said about my errrrongon in take." His words were purr filled, walking to sit in the middle of the three bots.
Turning his head looking from one to the other he grinned. "However, I still like this feeling." His grin was wide, tail swishing and swaying around. While drunk he seemed more feline then usual or was just relaxed enough to let down his cover.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Sept 27, 2009 17:09:04 GMT -5
Considering how things were going at the moment, fear of cats was going to be added to the list very soon.
Still rattled, Phobia barely just manages to rein in the urge to transform and get the slag away when Oil Slick goes a personal space invading. He does not appreciate the personal space invading. In fact, he is rather freaking out and the only thing stopping him from running out that door was the fact that he had very little interest in making himself even more of a target.
"Pardon, but, ailurophobia?" He attempts futilely. It's a legitimate question though, as Phobia has never seen cats before outside of his universe's Ravage and that fellow often looked more like a dog than a cat.
Then Spinister's voice makes his fuel lines run cold.
"Yes?" He manages not to squeak although there was a definite quaver in the otherwise lighthearted, I-am-completely-clueless tone of voice.
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Post by Oil Slick on Sept 28, 2009 0:15:15 GMT -5
You say personal space invasion, Oil Slick says field-testing.
"It is a fear of cats. As close to a cat as our little friend can be, that is..." Oil Slick's tone is smooth, maybe a little too much. The black and green bike steps back, just a bit further away than he was initially, just to test a theory. He's still watching Phobia, though. He does glance to Spinister for a moment when he speaks, noting that quaver in Phobia's voice.
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Post by Spinister on Sept 29, 2009 14:05:28 GMT -5
Spinister files away that this Ravage seems to be a happy drunk. That is one less explosive maniac to worry about, he supposes.
He suggests to Ravage, for Spinister is ever full of helpful suggestions, "A time and a place. On duty is not the time. In front of an officer is not the place."
But oh yes, Spinister notices that slight quaver, hard won as gold from the salt sea water,. in phobia's voice. As if Phobia had written him a voluminous treatise in answer to his question, Spinister replies, "Oh," optics flickering slightly brighter, blades perking, "You are," as if that is, in and of itself, a proper answer.
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Post by fangsan on Oct 1, 2009 9:15:40 GMT -5
A happy and friendly drunk Ravage was, not a bad thing at all unless you count Phobia and his response. "I'll rrrremeberrrr the time and place thing." He again purrs out, eyes moving over everyone else.
With bright optics he watched as Phobia became the centre of both attention and testing. He would of said sorry for been one of the major catalysts to causing all that as well. Would of however right now he was too busy been a purring happy drunk, a purring friendly drunk not rubbing against a leg at that.
Getting up onto all fours he moved this time over to of all the bots Oil Slick, gently as he could rubbing his metal side against the leg of the bike bot.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Oct 1, 2009 12:46:18 GMT -5
"Quite intriguing. " Phobia is very careful not to relax when Oil Slick moves away. He keeps his expression happy and his voice neutral and appropriate for mind-numbingly dull small-talk. The distance was welcoming but he had a few guesses on what the chemist was up to and he wasn't about to let his guard down. Oblivious and drunk Ravage coming between him an the other bike would've almost been welcomed as well, if Phobia's traumatized mind had allowed him to feel any minute form of relief at the moment.
As it was, he makes sure not to waver when Spinister speaks and looks at him again in that horribly intrigued manner that made him rather like he was being dissected. Giving the Mayhem a quizzical look (but not too quizzical as to be impolite) he settles back under his freshly erected mask and attempts to extricate himself from the conversation in a sanely manner.
"I... suppose I am?" He says with a gently confused smile.
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Post by Oil Slick on Oct 5, 2009 15:15:49 GMT -5
Now, Oil Slick is watching the exchange between Phobia and Spinister - he's curious as to what the Mayhem is getting at.
At least, he was, not noticing Ravage until the feline rubbed up against him. His mouth twists into a scowl, looking down at the catbike. Hm. Perhaps the inebriated feline could be more interesting than Phobia. At least, he may volunteer more information than Phobia.
Slowly and fluidly, the chemist kneels down, and attempts to pet the catbot, if Ravage will let him. He doesn't say anything, at least not yet.
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Post by Spinister on Oct 6, 2009 16:01:38 GMT -5
Transformer names sometimes mean something. Some of them seem like they should mean something. Some of them are ambiguous.
Spinister thinks he has a handle on Phobia's meaning, now, though.
But he won't get cocky.
And lo, Oil Slick tries to pet the cat and do all that matters. Such a heart-warming picture. This could be the motorcycle family reunion!
He replies simply to Phobia, "Very much so."
He has his energon goodies boxed up and ready to go, and he thinks he will take his leave now. Spinister works on washing up the borrowed tools and putting them away, with an optic on the door.
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Post by fangsan on Oct 7, 2009 10:50:53 GMT -5
Ravage purred out, purring out louder and more when Oil Slick started to pet him. He would allow the other bike bot to do so, an act that if he wasn't in a buzz of mind would likely never allow someone to do.
But while on the overcharge high of the energon Ravage just purred out in delight enjoying the attention. His mind not on its usual track and so leading the feline like transformer to likely go along with most ideas right now.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Oct 8, 2009 17:54:03 GMT -5
... On the other hand, maybe Phobia can learn to like cats, especially considering the fact that Ravage was doing such a good job distracting Oil Slick. They just needed to be less touchy-feely. It was also good to know that Oil Slick could be easily distracted when there were more interesting subjects around to study- a trait Phobia found he didn't dislike at all.
That only left Spinister. For these times he really was glad to have a bland, unchanging visor because otherwise the fact that he was watching the helicopter's every move would've been very, very obvious. His replies obviously meant that this wasn't the end of matters, no, in fact it was more cause to worry especially concerning any future encounters. At this rate, the only place Phobia would feel safe was out the airlock.
Suppressing a small shiver, he just returns the ambiguous reply with an even more confused (and slightly less merry look), inwardly planning his own exit. Not before Spinister and not too long afterwards. Without the Mayhem around, Phobia was quite sure Oil Slick wouldn't have much stopping him from doing more... unethical things. And he had no intention of sticking around to find out the extent of the green bike's curiosity.
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Post by Oil Slick on Oct 12, 2009 21:34:42 GMT -5
Oil Slick turns a devious little grin at the catbike, one to make fuel lines grow cold. "My, aren't we a complacent one. Good for telling someone things they want to know, but boring to me," he says, standing and crossing his arms. There's a faint look of disappointment on his face. No fun if you can't wrench it out of them with terror. His attention settles back on Phobia.
Easily distracted, maybe. However, Phobia is more interesting to Oil Slick than a happy kitty. "Perhaps you could learn a thing or two from our little comrade, Phobia. Maybe a bit of fuel to calm your relays."
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Post by Spinister on Oct 14, 2009 20:54:53 GMT -5
The tools are all washed, fried, and neatly put away where he found them, as if Spinister was never here. The countertop is clean. He has all that he made.
Spinister waits for Oil Slick, Ravage, and Phobia to be looking at things that are not Spinister, and in that moment, he leaves, soundless.
Nothing supernatural here or even extraordinary. Just quiet and an attention to detail.
OOC: Out of thread.
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