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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 2, 2008 14:07:33 GMT -5
"I said spilling, not mixing." This is a key and important detail! Key!
Bright colors are totally hot. They say a mech is manly enough that he doesn't need to blend in. He can rip off Quintesson faces with his teeth. Every drink he has turns into high-grade, because he's too manly to ever touch normal-grade.
And this one keeps calling her "ma'am" and repairing her.
Rawr!
"You can always find parts in a junkyard!" She nods along with the rest of it. "Roger. They've got someone that the Chief would like to get back, too. Besides, that mech I'm going to maim deserves to be twitted a few times over."
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Post by Spinister-3 on Jun 2, 2008 14:29:37 GMT -5
"Then you'll get a pretty mix of colours, ma'am," Spinister replies evenly. Oil spilled on water in an asphalt parking lot? Every colour of black you'll ever find on a Nebulan super-starling's wing. Guess who informed Spinister of that analogy.
Spinister's colours form optical camouflage: people simply don't want to look at him. Also, they expect to be able to see him coming, due to his garishness, and they forget that everyone is the same amount of non-visible in the dark. It sets up expectations that aren't true, and he can use that.
He works on getting her prepped for movement. Helicopters are good for medivac work, but flying cross-country is less than ideal, and she'll have to fly open air. Spinister doesn't have enough space inside.
Spinister inquires, "Your Chief? Who is that? Who are you missing? I can't help if I don't know who I'm looking for, you know." He'll help, of course, as long as she assists his goals. "Don't suppose you have an energon cube with his face on the side? What mech are you out to get?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 2, 2008 21:59:49 GMT -5
"Or a bunch of black gunk that gets on seabirds' wings and makes them miserable." Pee-Dee is more prone to watching the news than to noticing things in parking lots. The distinct lack of parking lots where she comes from might contribute to that.
"The Chief I'm working under here is Kup, but my chief is Wreck-Gar. And we're missing Swerve. The mech I'm going to maim is the one who did this to me." Because naming him is giving him too much respect, and that one doesn't deserve respect. Not for whining that she didn't die fast enough.
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Post by Spinister-3 on Jun 2, 2008 22:21:25 GMT -5
"Been a long time since Nebulos has had a spill like that," Hairsplitter comments, a slight note of pride to his voice.
"Funny, ma'am. My Swerve and Emirate Xaaron went missing not too long ago. Figured that the Autobots might have finally snuffed them. See, Swerve seemed like as decent a sort as ever wears the Autobot badge, and Emirate Xaaron is - I have no idea how to put this tactfully. He doesn't have a support strut to save his life. Great for kissing factory-fresh and putting a smiling face on a protection racket. Not good for much of anything else." Spinister's voice turns hushed but still warmer than his alternate's voice ever is, "The Prime, then. Thought it looked like his work. I'm sorry. Can't imagine what it was like, but hey, we'll get your mind off that fast."
Spinister winks. Now, he needs some rope. Luckily, he carries rope with him. Spinister works on making an improvised sling that can be hung off his wheels - no, he doesn't have skids.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 5, 2008 22:42:11 GMT -5
"No, not dead yet. But I wouldn't know all that much about your Emirate. He tried to avoid me most of the time, and I didn't think the Commissioner would appreciate it if I made him really uncomfortable. Had odd views on the nature of good and evil." Pee-Dee, for all she comes across as very silly, notices patterns and breaks in patterns. What a curious pattern is created by removing the back of the looking glass, and letting the reflected selves come through!
"It was very hot," she says a bit distantly, watching as he rigs up the sling. Handy with a rope, he was. "What is it you do, Spinister? Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy?"
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Post by Spinister-3 on Jun 6, 2008 12:36:05 GMT -5
Hairsplitter points up at something in the sky, and Spinister stiffens, craning his head up but not rising from his crouch. He murmurs, "Oh, Straxus," and there is clear fear in his optics and fear in how his rotor blades quiver. There is no fear in his hands, which stay steady. Spinister is allowed to be afraid. He is not allowed to botch a first aid job because he is afraid, and he is not allowed to disturb his patient.
Up in the sky and coming down fast is Omega Supreme, the ultimate end of many a good Decepticon. It's not Spinister's Omega Supreme, not the one from home, but any Omega Supreme is worth Spinister's fear. He remembers the Mesa Battle.
On the other hand, the roar is growing louder, and she's going to know. Spinister, in a calm voice, explains, "Omega Supreme is coming. Not yours, I'm guessing. Heading puts him as out from that portal on the other side of the continent," he'd know, because he used it, "That means... oh Straxus, it could mean so much. He's probably carrying troops, but I'll have to check that. If he's carrying troops, and there's no one to kill here, it's not just a mop up job. There has to be something here that they want. Did your Autobots get a chance to wipe your sensitive data?"
Then, he actually processes what Pee-Dee was saying, and again, he spouts forth a flurry of words. "My Emirate? So, he bailed through the portal? Huh. Pretty clever. Did Swerve make it, too? I can see you making him uncomfortable, no offense, ma'am." Again, the switch is thrown, and he changes track. "Me? I'm Decepticon military police, ma'am."
Hairsplitter chimes in, "Hairsplitter. Ecological efficiency. It's a very important field. Singe... you were looking to get into politics, right? Heh."
Singe just nods mutely. He's a bit shy for a would-be politician. He never really liked the field, to be honest, but Llyra insisted, and she was always so very pushy. He was glad when she ditched him for Galen, truth be told. Singe does pity Galen a little, though.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 8, 2008 12:09:41 GMT -5
She listens, expression intent. She listens to the roar of rocket engines, to Spinister's words both. Data is broken down to its most useful components, reassembled into something new and infinitely more useful.
She reaches out, lays her one hand on his arm as he shakes. "All the vital information destroyed. But..." It tickles at her, an answer buried in the maddening hot rage that one had evoked in her. "But. You need to check on troops. And him, he's fast. Faster than you, faster than Nightbeat, faster than a jet. So. Something has to be done, but nothing too original, because hey, this is Hollywood.1"
Her hand slips down his arm as she thinks. "One of the local junkyards. There's two or three that might be safe and have the materials I need. Easier for you to move out if you need to."
"Yes, your Swerve made it too." Why does her other self make the Emirate uncomfortable? Will it change that Pee-Dee means to kill her? No, probably not.
She brightens considerably at him admitting he was military police. Oh, if she wasn't barely a torso, she would hug him! But Spinister is getting one of her bright, happy smiles full-blast.
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1. L.A. Confidential
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Post by Spinister-3 on Jun 8, 2008 16:23:25 GMT -5
Spinister is assuming that she means Omega Supreme, who certainly is, when he gets up to speed. Skyfire or Starscream might be a bit faster, but aside from them? Spinister can't think of anyone here who would beat out the Guardian.
Spinister plans to rope up Pee-Dee, dump her in a junkyard, and leave her there. He's a horrible date. Spinister hates the idea of leaving her anywhere. Perhaps he can leave Singe there to watch over her. After all, she has seen his face, and he doesn't trust her.
He shakes his head and mutter, "No good, not good at all, absolutely terrible." More clearly, he inquires, "Two or three junkyards? Which one is closest and which one has the most covered route to it? It'd be too much to ask that they be the same."
She seems to be rather pleased by his profession. It's just his job. Someone has to do it. A little nervously, he inquires, "So what is it that you do, ma'am? If you don't mind my asking." Or even if you do.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 10, 2008 0:22:39 GMT -5
Spinister would be a much better date if he spent some time cuddling her in front of a teevee when this was all over.
"Oh, I'm a copper!" Her hand darts away from his arm and taps the scorched and heat-cracked symbol on her forehead smartly. She winces at the sound it makes, then runs her fingers over the surface of it. "He broke that too, did he?"
Good cheer is gone, transformed into melancholy at the discovery of the broken charm. "Best one for supplies would probably be <at such and such a place>, but it's kind of exposed. The other good one is <here>, and it should have better cover."
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Post by Spinister-3 on Jun 11, 2008 8:49:28 GMT -5
Spinister does not look as happy as he might at that revelation. So she's a cop, too? He had been vaguely hoping for a Robin Hood type for Pee-Dee's alternate, some lovable crook, chaotic good to his Pee-Dee's lawful evil.
Perhaps the mirrors reflect more truly than he would like. Maybe they did all start out the same, and this one just didn't go on the take when it would have been so easy, didn't turn a blind eye because her other eye was focused on the prize.
Maybe Rodimus Prime just decided to vape Pee-Dee so bad that her belts burned off.
Rather gently, he reaches for the charm, noticing her distress when she realises that it is broken. Mentally, Spinister tries to recall if he has anything that might be able to patch it. After a bit of thought, he withdraws some red and blue LEDs and a buffing cloth - it won't do anything for the cracking and warping, but it'll get it operational and shiny again. Courteously, Spinister inquires, "May I?"
The relocation can wait just a bit.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 14, 2008 20:43:00 GMT -5
Gratitude brightens Pee-Dee's face, warm and open. The forehead charm is her badge, and while there's a certain cinematic quality to the idea of taking on the evil Rodimus with herself all shining and her badge broken...
She's not dumb enough to think she can do it alone.
"Yes, please!"
She reaches out and grasps him by the shoulder, levering herself close to him in a warped attempt at a hug.
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Hugging Spinny-3 done with player permission.
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Post by Spinister-3 on Jun 14, 2008 21:37:55 GMT -5
Spinister wraps an arm around her waist if he can, gently but reassuringly. He murmurs, "I appreciate the enthusiasm. It's refreshing. Some other time, maybe?"
Then, he tends to her forehead charm as best she can, commenting, "Blue and red with lights, huh? Like the humans of Earth. Ever been there?"
He can't entirely fix it - he'd need a full injection moulding system, for one thing, but he does his best.
Spinister then moves to gather her up on the sling, along with whatever bits he can find, to carry her to the safer junkyard. He inquires, "Don't suppose I could get a frequency for your Rodimus Prime off you? Or anyone, really?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 15, 2008 19:26:14 GMT -5
Pee-Dee doesn't really have a waist at the moment, so Spinister will have to wrap his arm a bit higher. "No, I've never been to Earth," she replies wistfully. "This is the longest time I've ever been off Junk."
She goes still as he repairs her charm, expression hard and intent. Though she refused Xaaron's scales, her own set of scales is never far from her.
This one, so far, weighs well against the feather.
When he asks for a frequency, she brightens. "Oh, sure! Here!" And then she rattles off someone's.
Kup's, incidentally.
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Post by Spinister-3 on Jun 16, 2008 22:08:48 GMT -5
Higher works.
Spinister natters, "Earth is a nice place, when the locals aren't trying to kill my friends or me. There's just a few bad eggs, you know? Okay, a lot of well-funded bad eggs, but there was this one time that this little Mexican town was being torn up by, ah, a Decepticon traitor - his partner went Autobots, and he unofficially followed. Carnivac wanted to force our hand by choosing a battle in an inhabited area. We were hindered in trying to collar him by trying to get the locals to safety, but the local sheriff sent a burning truck running into Carnivac!" Spinister beams. "Didn't stop him of course, but it was a nice gesture. When humans are bad, they're very bad, but when they're good, they're a shining example of courage and right. And oh, speaking of humans, here, have this book. You can read it while I'm off stalking. I'm not a big fan of fantasy or Terran literature or even reading, really, but this one's good, trust me. Got it off a human cop after helping him with a collar."
Guards! Guards! in an extra large size is offered to Pee-Dee's good hand before Spinister moves to rope her up and sling her over his shoulder.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 17, 2008 19:34:44 GMT -5
Pee-Dee's optics blink as Spinister presses a book into her hands. Curiously, she opens it up and reads the first paragraph.
Reading is difficult for her, slow and awkward compared to talking or watching video. Even worse, while she is familiar with English, she's almost entirely familiar with it as a spoken language. She has a tendency to read very quietly to herself in compensation.
That really doesn't stop her from becoming enthralled in a very short order. She hardly notices Spinister slinging her over his shoulder.
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Time-skip to a junk yard?
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