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Post by Mirage on Feb 2, 2009 11:19:09 GMT -5
Day 1 of Small Plots (aka last day of DZ-3)
Mirage has been looking for that rest and energon for a short while. Damn tunnels. He's gotten turned around more than a few times. He'll have to see if someone has mapped the area out fully yet, once things settle down.
The sound of approaching footsteps causes him to stop in his stride and press himself against the tunnel wall. Cautious out of habit, even here where there should only be friends. He doesn't cloak though; he really doesn't have enough energy left.
When the approaching individuals come into view, however, Mirage visibly starts, not-quite-rushing forward. "Primus...what happened to her?"
He's completely forgotten about doing a radio check, so concerned is he.
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Tracks
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Post by Tracks on Feb 2, 2009 18:11:00 GMT -5
Being back underground has never felt better. Tracks leans just inside of the entrance and shifts Pee-Dee into a more secure position, watchful of wherever Spy Shot is though, of course. "Home sweet home, huh?" he mutters before pushing back off the wall and stumbling down further.
The sight of blue and white a few meters ahead brings Tracks to sickening stop and he immediately pulls Pee-Dee closer before pulling his gun on the nauseatingly familiar figure. "Don't move."
He probably isn't pulling off a very menacing or dangerous persona, but Tracks has comrades to look after and he's been pulled a fast one one too many times by this racer. // Identify yourself over radio now or I shoot. //
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 3, 2009 19:02:56 GMT -5
"I got set on fire," Pee-Dee answers cheerfully. "This isn't the stranger Mirage, Tracks. He's got both hands, see?"
Pee-Dee waves her own Mirage hand at Mirage.
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Post by Mirage on Feb 4, 2009 12:24:58 GMT -5
Mirage does not cease in his moving forward, answering Tracks challenge on the broadband in a droll and uniquely Mirage way that will likely not set the other racer too much at ease. It is an answer though, and Mirage does not expect that he will be shot. Not yet, anyway.
He does tilt his head and stare for a moment at Pee-Dee's trophy. "That must be the most uniquely bizarre and macabre things I have ever seen, my dear. Tell me, does that count as a pay off for that pound of metal I owe you?" He smiles down at her, hand coming up to stop just short of touching her face. He doesn't know if a touch will hurt or not.
Mirage then addresses Tracks, "I'm a bit turned around, as I haven't actually been down here before. The alternate, Swerve, Xaaron, and Spinister are gone, and I was hoping to find a bit of fuel and then a berth to collapse on. I'm running on fumes." He looks back down, "But she needs to be gotten to medical, first."
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Feb 5, 2009 21:18:13 GMT -5
From atop one of Tracks's shoulders, Spy Shot watches the exchange between the three larger bots, one of whom looks remarkably identical the bad guy he razzle-dazzled. Pee-Dee does make a very good point about this one having two hands, though.
As Mirage approaches, he waves in greeting. "Hello. You are not a bad guy, so I will not flashy-thing you."
Having made his statement, the camera-bot proceeds to glance back and forth between Tracks and Pee-Dee for confirmation.
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Tracks
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Post by Tracks on Feb 6, 2009 17:10:14 GMT -5
Right, two hands. Tracks spares a glance at the charred limb that Pee-Dee waves at the Mirage. He lowers his gun as Mirage's reply comes back over radio. Tracks pings one back, though there's a slightly amused and disgruntled look to his face at Mirage's 'pretty new racecar' comment. Was that supposed to be sarcasm?
"I'm on my way to taking her down to the medical right now." Tracks tilts his head to glance at Spy Shot. "Apologies for not inquiring before, but are you doing alright up there?" He gently adjusts his hold on Pee-Dee now that his gun is back in subspace.
Tracks begins to move again, stopping only to glance back at Mirage with a questioning tilt to his head. "Well, I'll be looking for some fuel myself afterwards. If you can wait, I would be willing to guide you." It would also be good to actually find out about how Mirage actually is. See what happened last time he wasn't familiar with a member of his own faction? Besides, Mirage doesn't seem to be a stick-in-the-mud thus far.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 7, 2009 14:56:44 GMT -5
Pee-Dee tilts her head slightly, eliciting a groan of strained metal at the movement. "No, because it didn't come from you. It came from your evil twin. You are not your evil twin. If you are, Spy Shot 6 has to flashy-thing you."
She frowns. "I'm getting awful tired of being the damsel-in-distress."
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Post by Mirage on Feb 7, 2009 15:38:09 GMT -5
Mirage falls into step beside Tracks. He smirks down at Pee-Dee, "Well, darling, perhaps you might stop testing the limits if your near invulnerability. Then, we will not have to keep toting you about like so much baggage."
His expression grows serious, "But truly, Pee-Dee, if you need me to make good on that promise in order to help you regain functionality, I will." Honorable spy is honorable, even if the prospect of losing bits to the Junkion's blades is not pleasant.
"I'll be happy enough of the company and the assistance, Tracks, though from the looks of it you could use some medical care yourself. Not to mention a polish. And," Mirage peers at Spy Shot 6, "What, exactly are you? Some new mini-version of cassette-bot separated from Blaster?"
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Feb 7, 2009 19:44:00 GMT -5
"I am doing alright up here," Spy Shot replies, watching Tracks's gun and its subsequent disappearance into subspace with great interest. Though now that he mentions it... the camera-bot glances down at the plastic casing that covers parts of his body, warped from the heat they recently escaped from. It is apparent to him that if he were to transform now, his casing would not match up into a flawless plastic shell. He adds the first thing that comes to mind to describe this situation: "My clothes don't fit."
Attention moves from Tracks, to Pee-Dee, to Mirage as each speaks in turn, idly kicking his feet as he sits on Tracks' shoulder. His head tilts in slight confusion as Mirage addresses him, not understanding the entire second question. Oh well, the first question is simple enough to answer.
"I," he states matter-of-factly, "Am a camera."
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Tracks
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Post by Tracks on Feb 9, 2009 23:37:58 GMT -5
"I'm afraid that I might have to butt in on the offer as well," Tracks gives a wry smile at both Mirage and Pee-Dee. "She saved my chassis from an ugly mess back in the forest, I owe her at least that much and some thanks." He gives a slight nod at his own warped plating and carbon-and-soot-scored body. "Things could have been much worse." Much much worse if the complaints that are finally registering in his body hint at anything. "I'll see to my own repairs after the more serious cases are seen to." "So, Mirage. What surprises did you bump into in the jungle? I dare hope that there was no strange version of myself running around." Tracks makes a turn into another tunnel, this should be the way to be repair if he's remembering correctly. OOC: Whenever people are comfortable with getting to repair, just say the word
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 14, 2009 14:49:35 GMT -5
"Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait1," Pee-Dee declares, pointing at both Mirage and Tracks. "This dusty flower-girl doesn't need to be made into a lady."
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1. My Fair Lady
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Post by Mirage on Feb 16, 2009 23:06:44 GMT -5
"Ah, no, Tracks, they did not have a flying car with them. But I was rather occupied when above. Spinister and I had a scuffle with a flying gun, and then picked up Swerve from where he had been left upon the altar of war," Mirage answers, reaching a hand around to scratch at the back of his head. He plucks a leaf out of a seam and flicks it away, an annoyed look on his face.
The annoyance vanishes as looks back down at Pee-Dee, "Of course not, darling, you are a consummate lady. But even the most self-sufficent and elegant of ladies needs a bit of propping up now and then." He quirks up a browridge, "Nightbeat seemed rather upset over some of the activity on the general band."
OOC: *says the word*
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Feb 17, 2009 17:42:41 GMT -5
Spy Shot remains on his perch, just sitting and listening, and is perfectly content to remain there until someone tells him to get off already. Such is the life of a sentient camera.
OOC: Word.
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Post by Tracks on Feb 18, 2009 9:14:17 GMT -5
Tracks blinks at Pee-Dee's response. No, 'My Fair Lady' was obviously not part of Tracks's educational media on Earth. Pity though..."I don't think either of us will need to do anything---though grudgingly, Mirage said it better than me." You can take that one, speed racer.
"A flying gun? Not Shockwave I hope," Tracks gives Mirage an understanding frown as the racer pulls the offending leaf out of his head. "At least you seem to have faired better than us and our run-in with a Dinobot." One more turn and Tracks steps into Repair.
"Is there anything you'd like me to do for either of you before I leave you to our medics?" he asks, looking between Pee-Dee and Spy Shot.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 18, 2009 19:42:09 GMT -5
"He did?" Pee-Dee's optics brighten with- something. "Really?"
She squirms a bit in Tracks's arms as he carries her into the makeshift medbay. "Is there a junk bin somewhere? First Aid said he'd make me one, but that was before the big bad-a boom."
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