Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 17, 2009 10:01:52 GMT -5
Misfire for his part has mostly dismissed Wreckage. Oh, it's not that he's forgotten about the spikey white mech down the way, but Misfire is concentrating on his targets. So much so that he really hasn't noticed just how many of Wreckage's targets he's been taking out.
In fact Misfire's rather happy. True he's not hitting his own targets, but he is showing the very faintest of improvements. It is not consistent, unfortunately, but he seem to be missing by a smaller gap. This is a good thing!
Then teh fact that Wreckage is no longer firing registers and Misfire turns hi head to glance down the range. He frowns. Now, there's no way he could have hit Wreckage again....
"You okay, Wreckage?"
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 18, 2009 21:46:20 GMT -5
It takes Wreckage a second or two to answer.
"I am well." He feels somewhat strained but he keeps his voice as level as always. He should not let something this petty sway him. "Merely… pausing. To let the barrels cool." And contemplating the efficiency of walking over there to manually aim Misfire. The idea is somewhat tempting.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 18, 2009 22:37:24 GMT -5
What Wreckage says makes sense, but Misfire still frowns. It didn't seem like Wreckage was firing all that fast to the jet. Of course, "fast" is a relative concept when you compare to Aimless's speed.
"You have problems with that?" he asks, tone actually concerned, "Overheating, I mean. I don't, really, but I think that's because of the Master partner tech. Don't really understand it all, myself."
As he talks, Misfire resets his targets and tries again. Oh hey, he's still missing by that minuscule margin less!
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 20, 2009 10:44:27 GMT -5
"No," Wreckage replies. "It is not a regular issue." But it is a convenient excuse to stand and calm down. Such minor irritation should make no difference; it is merely a target range. But Wreckage finds himself annoyed in spite of the knowledge.
…Misfire really is a terrible shot, decides the Stryker. He doubts Misfire would survive long in the Lord High Protector's service unless the jetformer conceals some phenomenal skill unrelated to his lack of marksmanship.
"Master partner technology," Wreckage eventually drawls, turning toward Misfire again and fixing his stare. It is not a question, nor is he genuinely curious, but perhaps Misfire would care to explain anyway. Just to humour his fellow Decepticon.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 23, 2009 11:19:55 GMT -5
Misfire has survived as long as he has because he does have that something else to offer. He is one of the most skilled in the air, with an almost unrivaled radar system. And Misfire is loyal to the Cause, which makes him loyal to the Leader of the Week, a rare thing in some cases.
"That's good to hear. An overheating barrel is a bad problem to have. Thing splits in the middle of a battle, you could wind up being royally fragged." Misfire continues his practice shots for a few minutes, 'til the scenario shuts down. Then he turns back toward Wreckage.
"Yeah, Master Partners. You've been here longer than me, right? Surely you've seen Spinister or Needlenose's partners?" He opens his hand and Aimless tumbles down, transforming and landing in a graceless heap. The Nebulan does not have his partner's agility.
"Binary bonding. Produces a solider with greater capabilities than previous, something greater than the sum of its parts."
Misfire does not point out that Aimless is an organic in a suit though. That tends to squick some mechs out a bit around here.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 24, 2009 21:50:04 GMT -5
Wreckage has a terrible habit of not paying too much attention to his fellow soldiers on a person to person basis, especially those he does not serve with regularly. Needlenose and Spinister are two such Decepticons, so he gives Misfire's query a small shrug. He may have heard or seen something along the way and simply never committed it to memory.
"There are… partnerships among my kind," he eventually says. His kind, as more and more he feels that Decepticons such as the Targetmasters are very unlike Decepticons such as himself. "But I know little of them. Ask Barricade." Perhaps the infiltrator and his small, foul-mouthed partner can better explain it.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 25, 2009 10:10:15 GMT -5
Misfire silently note the use of "my kind" and has to agree with Wreckage. His reality seems very different, and not just on a cosmetic level.
Aimless looks worriedly up at Misfire. "Count me out on any conversation with that pointy little menace attached to the cop car. He scares me." Aimless seems to suddenly realize he's talking- not using the radio and the worry turns to sheepishness and he looks at Wreckage. "Um, no offense big guy. I mean, if they're friends of yours or whatever...."
Misfire sighs and scratches the back of his head. "Don't mind him, Wreckage. He has the habit of speaking his mind at all the wrong times. His name is Aimless, by the way."
"I've seen them about here and there. Mostly picking them up on radar when I'm patrolling. Well, Barricade, at least. He seems to like drawing the solo patrols, himself."
Misfire reaches down to Aimless, who hops into Misfire's hand, transforming as he does so. "Speaking of, I've only got a short time left until my next patrol. I want to finish up another round or two."
Now, back to the targets.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 25, 2009 11:19:32 GMT -5
For several seconds, Wreckage simply watches Aimless, considering. He wonders if Frenzy would be amused to know that he frightens the little gunformer.
Possibly, decides Wreckage. Not everything seems to amuse Frenzy, though the tiny hacker is endlessly entertained by what does in Wreckage's experience. He recalls how often that tinny, rasp-rough voice spewed increasingly exotic invective streams at squads of… what is it Frenzy calls them? Ammo sponges. Like Wreckage.
"Not my concern," he says finally of Aimless's cowardice and of Barricade's affinity for going out 'alone', probably so he can stir up trouble without witnesses around to sell him out. "Blackout, then." Is this suggestion based in maliciousness? Perhaps. Or perhaps Wreckage guesses that although Scorponok is considerably larger than Frenzy, the lack of humanoid form distances him enough from Aimless to be less unnerving. Wreckage leaves it at that, either way, and returns to his side of the range.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 25, 2009 23:13:10 GMT -5
Aimless shudders in Misfire's grasp. "That thing thinks I'm a snack...!" he snaps off, before Misfire stops him by spraying a volley across the range. Misfire is curious as to how many targets he can actually hit in one pass. Plus, it quiets Aimless.
Misfire then spends over ten minutes lining up a shot on a target that is not very far off from the firing line. Again, he misses, and spectacularly, Aimless actually twisting in his hand and sending the shot of at an angle toward the far end of the field.
Wreckage should still be out of the line of fire, but it might come a bit too close for comfort.
"What the hell was that, Aimless?" Misfire almost growls at his partner."
"I. Am. Nervous!" the Nebulan shouts back.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Jun 26, 2009 4:33:44 GMT -5
There was a quiet double click of light footsteps coming to a halt, followed by a decidedly nervous and confused pause.
Walking in on someone talking to their weaponry was by no means a new experience for Phobia, oh no. The strange thing was seeing the weapon talk back. Of course, he came from a universe where Megatron had turned into a handheld gun, so the reaction was mostly induced because, well, Megatron had turned into a handheld gun. Add this on top of the completely alien presence on the other side of the range and the bike was beginning to reschedule his day already.
The pause was brief however, and the nervousness was quickly surpressed. The pros outweighed the cons; it was better to practice now than when the whole range was taken up by a larger, rowdier crowd. And he did so hate crowds. So very much.
The question now was whether or not crowds won over being shot at.
"Good day." The unusually warm friendliness of the voice was probably going to make someone suspicious. At least there's yet another person to marvel at Misfire's awesome aim now.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 28, 2009 1:37:57 GMT -5
Wreckage, for his part, makes himself a new training routine while Misfire works. He simply has to shoot his targets before the other Decepticon can; it does remarkable things for his speed. The handful of shots that wing low near his extended arms – perhaps he is not standing back quite far enough, then – do remarkable things to his patience. He almost misses the greeting from the doorway, nearly drowning it out with gunfire. He does finally register the sound and stops, turning to regard Phobia with a stare as cool and bland as Phobia's greeting is friendly.
Finally, he shrugs one shoulder in wordless invitation for the cycleformer to take a place on the line.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 28, 2009 10:50:57 GMT -5
Misfire pauses in the middle of lining up another shot as Phobia enters. The Targetmaster's normally neutral expression falters a bit. Two people on the line increases the chance that he'll accidentally hurt someone one, and he's already shot Wreckage. Twice. Phobia doesn't look like he can take too many stray shots from Aimless. Misfire sighs and lowers his weapon.
"Heya, don't mind me, just finishing up. I'll...you, um...you might want to stay off the line until I'm done." He goes back to aiming at the offending target down the range.
Don't worry Phobia, it isn't you. Misfire just really doesn't want to shoot you accidentally.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Jun 28, 2009 13:01:35 GMT -5
He gives Wreckage a polite smile and nod in greeting and was about to hesitantly join them when Misfire speaks up. Phobia takes a moment to regard the jet for a few moments before deciding it was probably better to heed the warning. Decepticons after all, hardly ever went out of their way to warn people of their own shortcomings so when it did happen it was either a prank or actually sincere. More likely to be the former but the current situation didn't particularly look like a good setup for a prank.
"... If your gun is currently not cooperating with you, you may use mine." Phobia offers gently after a moment.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 28, 2009 21:42:04 GMT -5
The other two Decepticons have decided to take the social niceties into their own hands. That suits Wreckage. While they converse, he sticks with his target practise. Four targets fall while Misfire tries to warn Phobia about his abysmal aim.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 29, 2009 22:19:37 GMT -5
Misfire misses the last of his targets per the norm, then sighs as the program shuts down. He turns toward Phobia. "It's not the gun," he says sharply, "Well, not entirely." Does Misfire sound bitter? Yeah, just a bit.
He waves his hand at the range. "Have at."
He takes a seat on a ledge well back from the line, rubbing his temple with one hand. Aimless transforms and plops next to his partner, a worried frown on his face. Misfire can usually take it longer than this, the embarrassment that is.
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