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Post by Long Range on Feb 16, 2009 1:08:37 GMT -5
Blackout is direct and to the point. Long Range can respect that, but he likes Duskwing. Though his train of thought may be a bit slow and ponderous and a bit clumsy, he's an agreeable sort if prodded in the right direction by someone who knows what’s going on. Long Range is quite happy nobodies latched onto Duskwing yet because of the ease in moving him towards a goal and thereby turned the nice (By Decepticon standards) if slightly thuggish Duskwing into a cruel and very thuggish Duskwing.
"Now, I'm not sure about everyone else, but I 'd rather get this over with before a dust storm picks up and wrecks us before we've taken off. If you two would just move in a bit closer..." He says, a friendly grin spread across his face as he bends down and spreads his arms open wide to bearhug crush throttle gently hold onto the two smaller mechs.
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Post by Blackout on Feb 16, 2009 15:13:01 GMT -5
Blackout doesn't mind Duskwing, per se. The jet seems loyal, if none too bright. Blackout just doesn't much like anybody. At least he's unbiased, anyway. Among Decepticons, ambivalence is a fairly positive outlook.
"This is going to make a mess," he warns, grinding and sliding back into helicopter mode. Scorponok digs up out of the desert, shaking off sand and skittering over to Blackout's rear, waiting to help attach the cargo hook once the others are ready.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 16, 2009 16:23:56 GMT -5
Nobody has latched onto Duskwing yet because those who thought he was easily moved toward a goal found out the hard way that he has a doctorate in Advanced Malingering. Duskwing is lazy; schemes that involve him doing a lot of hard work and someone else getting the profit, or him doing a lot of hard work, period, lose his attention fast.
"Okay," Duskwing says, limping up to Long Range. "I guess you got it figured. Watch the wings! They's already all busted up."
The dark blue and purple Seeker gives Scorponok a side-long look. "He don't talk much. Guess he's like Laserbeak."
--- OOC: Long Range has permission to pick up Duskwing and carry him along; Duskwing will dutifully turn on his lifters when ordered to.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 17, 2009 13:20:16 GMT -5
Phobia folds his arms and stiffly walks over to Long Range, looking for all the world like he'd just swallowed something very, very sour. In this case it might've well been the carcass of his dignity. Or whatever was left of his courage.
Whatever it was the bike did not look the least bit pleased about his predicament. He pauses just within Long Range's reach and forcefully stifles the urge to dart away again.
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Post by Long Range on Feb 17, 2009 14:17:49 GMT -5
Oh, Long Range can sympathize with being lazy. The trick would be in prodding Duskwing with enough force to get him to decide that shifting would be easier than resisting. "I'll be careful Duskwing." Long Range said. He'd be careful as long as Duskwing kept them level.
Pulling them both in, albeit slowly and softly. "Any time your ready Blackout!" Long Range yells over the noise, looking up at Blackout.
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Post by Blackout on Feb 19, 2009 13:19:38 GMT -5
Blackout moves into position over Long Range, Scorponok hanging off his underside. The scorpion peers at Long Range for a moment, looking for a good spot to attach the cargo hook, before settling on what looks like a strut for supporting the artillery-former's cannons. He positions the hook, then scrabbles back up the helicopter, melding into the fuselage.
"Moving out," he states, moving carefully to seat the hook in place before lifting off the ground. He doesn't plan to move quickly until he's sure the two with lifters are able to balance.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 19, 2009 19:42:44 GMT -5
Long Range is careful enough, though Duskwing still winces at the grip on his waist, too close to the gaping holes in his chest. There's simply no other place to grab Duskwing firmly enough for his lifters to come into play.
When he hears the whirr of Blackout's cargo hook retracting, he asks "Now?" and turns on his lifters on low.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 20, 2009 11:19:44 GMT -5
After taking a few moments to squirm uncomfortably in Long Range’s arm Phobia barely has the time to utter an unhappy hiss before things start to happen. He almost panics between powering up his lifters and being deafened by the whirl of helicopter blades overhead.
Through thoughts of ‘ew, it’s touching me’ and ‘ew, dust’ though, a foreign haze of calm manages to seep in. It relaxes him just a fraction, but the bike still glances around nervously as he clutches Long Range's arm in a vice grip.
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Post by Long Range on Feb 20, 2009 11:59:47 GMT -5
Things have gone well so far. Long Range hasn't been dropped yet. He hopes they will continue along that general pattern.
"Just so that everyone's clear on this, whoever tips this up and causes us to collectively eat sand will be used as a foot stool." Long Range says, quite a threat from with his heavy weighted legs.
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Post by Blackout on Feb 20, 2009 16:44:33 GMT -5
Blackout doesn't intend to drop anyone. Unless he sees something that really needs smashing.
Wait, these aren't one-optic drones that nobody will miss. Damn.
Rotors picking up speed, Blackout begins to lift the others off the ground, turning ponderously towards base. "Once we are up to speed, I may not be able to hear you very clearly. Use your radios if necessary." Nobody got around to telling him that two out of three passengers have busted radios.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 20, 2009 18:17:20 GMT -5
Duskwing promptly twitches and snaps, "Geez-Louise, didn' I just get done tellin' youse guys my radio's smashed?"
His flight sensors notice the shifting balance , and he shifts his feet and lift to compensate, keeping things level.
--- time skip or close thread?
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 21, 2009 14:16:06 GMT -5
Phobia is too busy trying not to panic to make an annoyed comment about having already told Blackout about the other’s inability to communicate (in more ways than one) and is currently clutching onto Long Range for dear life. He’ll probably scream it somewhere along the way though if something does go wrong.
OOC: Timeskip, methinks?
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Post by Long Range on Feb 21, 2009 14:46:50 GMT -5
Long Range sighs. Under one arm he's got a paranoid coward, under the other what can be accurately described as possessing an abacus rather than a CPU.
Still, things should go well. So Decrees Long Range.
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Time Skip.
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Post by Blackout on Feb 23, 2009 18:42:38 GMT -5
Time skip ahoy.
The trip passes, uneventful, but slow. Blackout isn't built for speed under the best of circumstances, never mind burdened with this much extra weight. He's very much looking forward to a cube after this.
Finally, the base comes into view. After a brief message with that annoying loudmouth white car on watch duty*, Blackout flies in, moving towards the entrance before lowering to set his passengers down. Scorponok unfurls from Blackout's fuselage, preparing to remove the hook once Long Range's feet touch down.
*Runamuck posed with, er, player permission.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 23, 2009 19:10:39 GMT -5
"Awright! Finally home!" Duskwing says with considerable, loudly-expressed belief. "No more sand, dust or freaky screwball Autobots! Boo-yaa!"
He cut his lifters and wriggled out of Long Range's grip to drop to the ground--careless of what the effect that might be on Blackout's stability. "Yesss!"
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