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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 13, 2009 11:26:18 GMT -5
Skystrike is probably unusually tolerant about having people grab her wing but she still doesn’t appreciate it very much. Not very much at all. Especially when the grab is followed up with a shove and she’s suddenly staring at the floor, lopsidedly bent over and making an unusually high pitched noise of alarm.
She takes a few seconds to just stare at the aforementioned floor before uttering a low, rattling growl of general unhappiness and suspicion as she shifts her weight in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Mar 14, 2009 20:39:21 GMT -5
"Stop whining." One would think Wreckage tore off something the way Skystrike goes on. He is considerate enough to not dent or crumple her plating; he even lets go the wingtip now that he can tend her wing at a better angle and paints cautiously around the ailerons. This meticulousness is for her benefit, after all, and for the rest of the group. Hampered performance could impact more than Skystrike herself, after all.
That applies, too, to inadvertent injury should Wreckage make a mistake. His amateur paint work is one thing; it does her little justice, perhaps, but it hardly hurts her.
Wreckage vents air in a deep, abiding sigh and checks the movement of that aileron with a slight tweak before switching to her other wing.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 15, 2009 23:19:27 GMT -5
“Hnh.” Skystrike would be pouting at Wreckage if her wings weren’t currently obscuring most of her vision of him. She understands why this position is necessary, of course, but a little warning before any future wing grabbing attempts would be nice.
Then there is a light pressure on her aileron and it’s all she can do not to reflexively jerk away. If Skystrike wasn't worried about any potential accidents happening at this point, the sensors on her wings would've been tuned down for the sake of sanity.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Mar 16, 2009 18:30:24 GMT -5
Wreckage does Skystrike the justice of pausing at her reaction and the way she strains to not move. Sensitive, then, these parts?
Interesting.
If he seems to handle her ailerons and flaps more than is strictly necessary and with an inordinately light touch, as if merely testing them, as he carries on painting, it can be attributed to simple conscientiousness of a fellow soldier's needs. It surely has nothing whatsoever to do with retribution for playing about his gun mount.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 17, 2009 11:19:17 GMT -5
After a few more fleeting and seemingly innocent touches Skystrike decides that, yes, the annoying bugger was most definitely doing this intentionally. The seeker’s various control surfaces whirr and twitch quietly in a cross between irritation and, well, not so irritation. The spray paint wasn't helping much either. Of course she should have seen this coming a mile away the moment Wreckage had grabbed the paint can.
Another touch and Skystrike is beginning to wonder if turning around pinning the stryker to the floor was a good idea.
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Post by Wreckage on Mar 18, 2009 14:32:43 GMT -5
There is a certain sense of… vindication in the way Skystrike twitches. And faint hints of fascination. Buttons among Wreckage's old squadmates were relatively easy to find and push, and often produced spectacularly noisy and violent reactions. This Seeker is much more subdued. Very different. What does it take, he wonders, to get real sound from her?
"Nearly finished," he murmurs, following the trailing edge of her wing.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 19, 2009 7:47:10 GMT -5
A slightest tremor runs through her wings at the murmur, despite Skystrike’s efforts to keep the appendage firmly immobile. Such things were only to happen when the threat of a colorful accident ceased to be an issue- although at the moment, even that seemed to be less and less of a problem.
Venting air quietly through her intakes, Skystrike tries to take comfort in fact that the ordeal was likely to end soon. Then, afterwards, and preferably somewhere dark and unoccupied, she can calmly scheme different manners of interesting activities to do with the ever so helpful stryker.
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Post by Wreckage on Mar 23, 2009 13:02:55 GMT -5
Wreckage has no desire to find himself partially blue – admittedly, that is part of why he takes such care with the paint. It is fortunate for Skystrike that the paint goes on lightly; Wreckage might not be so kind if he found himself suddenly freckled.
The last pass is made and he releases her with a shallow sigh, offering the paint can, expression studiously flat. She hardly needs his help to dry off, so he will take his leave.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 25, 2009 1:47:47 GMT -5
Skystrike straightens the moment she’s let free and takes her time to flick her wings slightly and make sure everything was in working order before fully turning around to face Wreckage. There is a pause and maybe faint smile somewhere, although it is hard to see against the black of her face.
“Thank you.” With that, she takes back her paint can, but not without trying to lightly ghost her fingers across his knuckles first. It is followed by and absolutely nonchalant return to inspecting the rest of her mostly dried paintwork and probably a bit too typical seeker preening.
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Post by Wreckage on Mar 25, 2009 23:59:21 GMT -5
"Hn." Wreckage brushes off the way Skystrike touches his hand as little more than a coincidence. She seems perturbed by his assistance, after all. Perhaps distracted trying to think of ways to correct the spotty paint job he gave her. No matter to him either way. He gives the matter a shrug, a twitch of one shoulder, then pivots on one toe and exits.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 29, 2009 1:01:45 GMT -5
Skystrike, ever the pinnacle of Decepticon vanity and pride, will just keep this spotty paint work until the next time that she crash lands. Anyhow, weird paint jobs were the last thing on her mind at the moment.
The moment the seeker hears Wreckage exit, a dark little smirk worms its way across her lips.
OOC: Thread is done!
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