Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 29, 2008 16:02:50 GMT -5
Doesn't like to be touched, eh? Have to remember that one. Always good to know their tics.
Nightbeat keeps that hand right where it is. He leans his head in just a bit and smirks. "I'm betting I can wait a lot longer than you."
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First Aid
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Post by First Aid on Jan 30, 2008 14:55:29 GMT -5
First Aid doesn’t know what to do, so he waits.
(Which is probably, he tells himself, a mistake on multiple levels.)
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Post by Slingshot on Jan 30, 2008 16:59:50 GMT -5
"Get your hand off me!" Slingshot demands, jerking away from the detective. Black hands ball into fists, and he looks ready to take a swing at Nightbeat.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 30, 2008 18:36:29 GMT -5
Nightbeat's not at all surprised at the jet's reaction. He was pushing his buttons pretty well.
"Gotta watch that temper," he says.
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First Aid
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Post by First Aid on Jan 31, 2008 22:42:55 GMT -5
Okay, more than time to step in.
So First Aid does – stepping up, as close to being between Nightbeat and Slingshot as he can manage without touching them. “Excuse me. I think this discussion needs a break.”
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 1, 2008 0:47:32 GMT -5
"Frag off," Slingshot snaps at the detective. Part of him is painfully glad to have that hand away from his jet, but there's a whole lot of the rest of him that wants to pound Nightbeat's face in.
Cool down. He needs to cool down. Optimus and Silverbolt both got pissed when he took swings at other Autobots. Yeah. Morgue ought to be cool enough.
"As long as he stays away from me, I don't have a problem with letting him walk away," the Aerialbot informs First Aid as the Protectobot steps in. "I'm going in there for a while."
He jerks his thumb at the morgue room, then turns to stalk off into there.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 1, 2008 12:02:37 GMT -5
Nightbeat grinds his teeth as he watches Slingshot walk away. "Nnngh. Blasted youth element. Coulda made this real easy..."
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First Aid
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Post by First Aid on Feb 1, 2008 20:56:44 GMT -5
The morgue is an excellent idea! Not one First Aid would have suggested, being as how most people don’t respond well to the dead, but since Slingshot came up with it himself, he can endorse it wholeheartedly. “Got it,” he says, and turns his full attention to Nightbeat, polite and focused.
“Yes,” he says, “It could have gone better.” Of course, he’s part of that ‘youth element’ himself, and he doesn’t think that’s precisely the problem, but just try telling anyone over a million anything on the subject. Or anyone over thirty, depending on the species. “Can I do anything for you, long as you’re here?”
Talk to Nightbeat, and then get back to Slingshot. It seems like a good plan to First Aid, even if it’s a bit fuzzy on the details.
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 1, 2008 22:04:36 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Slingshot is acting as a support pillar for the wall next to where Prime's parts are. Because glowery jets leaning against the wall add a real 'oomph!' to the room.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 2, 2008 0:25:16 GMT -5
Nightbeat considers his options, not particularly liking any of them. He'd pushed the kid harder than he should have, but something in the young jet just rubbed him the wrong way.
"Nothing, really," he says to First Aid. Then, as he looks around, he adds, "You wouldn't happen to know where that body came from, would ya?"
He'd known there was a Prime body about, but he hadn't pressed the issue, as there'd been other things to think about.
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First Aid
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Post by First Aid on Feb 2, 2008 21:26:21 GMT -5
“Optimus?” First Aid asks, “We think – that is, all the damage is consistent with Perceptor’s reality. The pre-mortem damage, that is.” Oh, right, Nightbeat was asking about arrival coordinates. He probably wasn’t asking about realities. “Unless you meant where we found him here? In that case, the old temple where Arcee came in. I can get you the coordinates, if you need them.”
Medical files are a wonderful thing.
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 2, 2008 21:54:38 GMT -5
Slingshot's able body continues to prevent the wall from falling down.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 2, 2008 22:26:13 GMT -5
Nightbeat nods. Information is power, and Arcee was on his list anyway. And seeing as how he tended to push her buttons just as bad, maybe a little runaround was in order.
"Yeah, that's be great."
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Post by First Aid on Feb 3, 2008 20:31:50 GMT -5
First Aid thinks for a moment and rattles the coordinates off. “Hope that helps,” he says, “I’d better get back to…” He makes a somewhat vague gesture intended to convey the general concept of interrupted work.
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 3, 2008 21:30:41 GMT -5
The only mech here that Slingshot was close to back home arrived dead. The only gestalt with two members here is Devastator, and Long Haul's so far out of left field, he can't see the field from where he is. The odds're pretty good that Slingshot is never going to see his brothers again.
Is it any wonder he thinks glaring at the wall opposite him is the better option right now?
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