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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 8, 2009 20:29:35 GMT -5
At least Pee-Dee listened to his argument and evaluated it. He's happier about that than he is about her acknowledging that he actually has a point. It means that her thought patterns are not totally alien!
He pauses, as if he did something wrong, and he looks over at the nice lady cop. "Yes?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 9, 2009 14:55:30 GMT -5
"Did something happen to Nightbeat?" She asks in a small voice.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 9, 2009 16:02:36 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron blinks a bit. Nightbeat? Cybertron's great detective? Matrix quester? Guy who punched him at a dance?
He rubs the back of his head with a hand, he replies, "Not as far as I know." He adds, teasing, "Why, were you hoping something had?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 9, 2009 17:32:30 GMT -5
Pee-Dee grins. "Didn't hear his loud mouth at all during this about what he was getting up to- thought he might have gotten laid out flat by someone finally."
She falls silent, watching him take out parts of her hand. Then, "Is he dead?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 9, 2009 18:28:37 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is a fairly sharp person, and he considers Pee-Dee behaviour, how her voice was small when she first asked, how she grinned and then feel silent, that pregnant pause before the big question.
Huh. Emirate Xaaron would swear Pee-Dee cares about Nighbeat then, and he's good at reading people.
"He's not dead. Just been... distracted, I think. You know how detectives are."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 9, 2009 18:31:22 GMT -5
Pee-Dee blinks. "... Oh."
"So is that evil bastard who needs to be dead dead?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 9, 2009 18:46:12 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron's optics narrow and focus distantly. In precise, crisp words, he replies, "Rodimus Prime's alternate is dead."
He suspects that the evil of that Matrix may live on in the alternate Scourge, however. Does Pee-Dee need to worry about that? Probably not.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 9, 2009 18:50:44 GMT -5
"Good." Pee-Dee nods. "So he won't be needing to be shot while resisting arrest."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 9, 2009 20:24:41 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron murmurs, "Not him, anyway," and he busies himself picking pieces of slag out of Pee-Dee's fingers. Being short is good for something, here.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 13, 2009 19:53:55 GMT -5
Pee-Dee makes an appreciative sound as her hand is finally cleared of all that muck. "Throw it back to the forges, it'll make good castings next time around!"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 13, 2009 22:01:32 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron starts to gather the pieces of slag into a tidy pile. Forging and casting really aren't his areas of expertise, but he supposes that Wedge's crew know how to recycle. He smiles and replies, "I'll pass it on."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 13, 2009 22:25:11 GMT -5
"Please do. And now, to put the bones back in!" Pee-Dee tries to look around for the scraps-bin First Aid has hopefully put together for her.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 13, 2009 22:38:33 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron sights a convenient scrap--bin and drags it over to be right next to Pee-Dee. He pauses, frowns, and asks, "Should I just dump you in the scrap bin? Would that work better?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 13, 2009 22:47:47 GMT -5
"It'd be kind of neat. Like being back on Junk," Pee-Dee says, "But I still don't have any working hands, and I kind of need at least one before you do that."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 15, 2009 12:31:23 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron just suggested dumping someone into a bucket of junk, and he didn't get slapped.
Awesome.
He's getting better at this!
He squints and asks, "Sure you don't want an actual medic around?"
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