Tracks
Cadet
Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Mar 25, 2009 22:48:11 GMT -5
"No trouble at all, miss. Just as long as it doesn't make a mess out of my interior." That's the stiff and understated truth. Tracks can't quite find it easy to blurt out just how unsettling having the thing draped across him is, especially with Clipper's concern and she's already been through enough, no need to throw in a slightly disturbed Corvette on top of that. He brought it on himself...
//Oh you will? Well, that takes a bit of the bite out of this situation.// There's a definite note of amusement in his voice.
Tracks makes a face as everyone transforms to their perspective vehicle modes. "So it's just you and me, Squirmy..." The only answer he gets out of the creatures is a shimmering wave of its many legs as it clings tighter around his torso. "You better loosen up and find a better place to cling." Ugh, if he has to pick pieces of 'Squirmy' out of his seams later, it would be most upsetting. Nothing could make that up to him. Tracks lets out a sight of relief as the thing releases its hold and scurries to a somewhat better location.
Transformation gingerly completed, he darts after Override to the best of his abilities. Wave hello to the thing wrapped around the passenger seat, everyone.
OOC: Either sounds fine to me!
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Post by Mirage on Mar 29, 2009 23:39:16 GMT -5
Mirage watches Override's transform and take off with a great deal of appreciation and no small amount of envy. The lady is fast, and in all the good ways. At some point, he really must get to know her better.
The spy follows along behind the other two rescuers, chuckling a bit. "Clipper, dear, we're a mixed bag, that much is true, but you'll be hard pressed to find another Autobot as dashing as myself." Another chuckle. "Though Tracks does make a valiant effort."
"Let's get you to your Holi now, shall we?"
OOC: Looks like scene fade. Jumping to Damsel Drop-off.
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Post by Clipper on Mar 30, 2009 19:42:10 GMT -5
"He isn't 'my Holi'," Clipper exclaims sharply - but then settles into Mirage's seat and stares eeagerly out his front windscreen, fidgeting in total refutation of her own words.
ooc: sorry. had to get one last reply in. and fading!
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