Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 7, 2009 10:31:47 GMT -5
Duskwing stares at Screwdriver with a puzzled look for several moments, then looks more blank than puzzled. "Oh, guess you're not on fire then."
He's not sure about the outburst of cheeping birds, but as far as he knows, you don't use a fire hose for that, so he starts rolling up and putting away the firefighting gear.
"What'sa toy?" Duskwing asks, vaguely curious.
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Screwdriver
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Post by Screwdriver on Mar 7, 2009 15:02:22 GMT -5
Screwdriver lowers the hand she had put up, and the bird continues to hover. She then balls up that same hand and holds it up in another area in front of her, opens it, and allows the little emerald colored bird to hover.
"These are toys!" she tells Duskwing. "They are the delight of children." She lowers her other hand, balls it into a little fist, raises it, and releases a little yellow bird that also starts to hover. "These fly. They flit and float and fly and tweet and twitter. They zig and zag and play tag!"
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 10, 2009 4:56:31 GMT -5
Mistwind bows to Eye-fire, "Thank you for the compliment, sir" He whispers, while pondering the suggestion, "That would be awesome! You mean like a mammoth? Yes! Yes I can!"
Then he goes to retrieve the skull which had tore loose, fingers wiggling the joint around. "I can fix this.... it will just miss one vertebra"
Then he just stares at Duskwing, optics big and round in disbelief, he looks from the hovering birds back to the jet, "..." Someone to whom the very concept of toys is unknown? "Toys, are tools for distraction, amusement, joy, and do not pass as games for they have no set of rules or conditions to win anything.... they are..."
Big words overloading his current processor child-image! Mistwind twitches, holding a blankish stare for a moment before abruptly fawning over Screwdrivers creations, "Birds! You got them flying!!"
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Mar 11, 2009 0:33:41 GMT -5
"I could find you something larger to do your work on, Mistwind." Eye-Fire offers. He gets to shoot big scary things that would try to eat him anyway, and he gets to apologize to Mistwind for breaking his toy thing.
He should probably also try to get something suitably bearish for Starscream. No evil commander can go without having something vicious looking in their office striking a menacing pose, it'd make the perfect icebreaker.
"You can also collect toys for their value, apparently." Eye-Fire says. At least thats what Shortround does. He never really understood Shortround, either.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 11, 2009 6:49:52 GMT -5
Duskwing finishes stowing the hose and pushes the access panel closed with a soft click. He then stares fixedly as Pee-Dee produces one more, and yet one more bird. With a puzzled frown he holds a finger up, trying to count the darting, flitting toys.
"One, two, three... no, counted him twice... three, four, five, six... that ain't right..." Duskwing scratches his head and stares some more. "Red, blue, green, yellow--how many colors is dat? Four? Okay, there's four of them! How do you make dese drones so bitty? Can dey spy, like Laserbeak?" He pokes a finger gingerly towards one of the flitting ones.
He turns his head toward Mistwind. "Is dat good or bad? I get yelled at for bein' distracted." Duskwing regards the smaller Decepticon for a moment.
"Hey, did you make that framework thingy yourself? It looks complicated, like one a' Needlenose's circuits," Duskwing says admiringly.
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Screwdriver
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Post by Screwdriver on Mar 11, 2009 16:39:26 GMT -5
It's actually fairly understandable that Duskwing might get confused by how many birds are out there (although they really more hover in place, as opposed to darting and flitting - odd, that, because didn't she say something about zigging and zagging?), for even as he tries to count, she lowers her hands, raises her right, and places first an orange one in the air, then a violet one.
She hmphs quietly as Eye-Fire talks about Shortround's toys. "He has about seven thousand cages of rare birds in the castle. They want to be free," she says softly, tone deadly serious.
As Duskwing starts to poke a finger at one of the little birds, she grins, makes a grab for Mistwind's hand, and tries to duck protectively over him. Since she's larger than he is, this may be possible. Just as she does this, and just as the finger is at its nearest to the bird, all six of the birds suddenly dart out in different directions, cheeping loudly! They hit the walls, then bounce off forcefully in another, random direction before hitting another wall (or ceiling, or floor, or person) and doing the same. Should one of the six birds hit anyone, it shouldn't be forceful enough to cause damage, but it likely stings. A couple even hit the back of the crouching Junkion, but Junkions don't quite feel pain in the way normal Transformers do.
Screwdriver giggles as the birds dart crazily around like tiny little jewel-toned projectiles.
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 15, 2009 16:41:27 GMT -5
Mistwind approves, and if Eye-Fire actually holds true to his promise to the boy, he has found himself a new friend. "If Eye-Fire finds.... Mistwind will make" He states officially. And for that matter, 'Con made 'Con a promise! The child will make real sure he gets what he should get.
Then Screwdriver is over him all of the sudden, a defensive remark barely vocalizing were it not for the minute snapshot of Duskwing's finger to one of the birds bullettraining his core processor. "oh... HAH!" knees hit the ground.
Certainly this IS fun! Mistwind taps the side of his head quickly, flashing Screwdriver an admiring grin. Oh he's entertained alright!
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Post by Eye-fire on Mar 16, 2009 0:19:51 GMT -5
Eye-Fire quickly covers his optic with his one hand when the little birds start to go berserk. Stepping back as he feels the little birds pinging off his armor, he wants to snipe the little erratic things out of the air, but refrains so as not to invite Screwdriver's wrath.
And he will keep his promise. He'd be keeping it right now if he could just see which way to go to get to the exit...
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 16, 2009 21:00:36 GMT -5
Duskwing ducks as one of the birds zings past his head--and then gets gonged by another one bouncing off the back of his head.
"Hey!" He flails at the birds darting about whenever they come near. "What'd you do that for? All I did was ask a question!"
He scowls; no one answered his questions, either--they just ignore him. Or harass him with drones. Was Screwdriver laughing at him? Why couldn't he ever get any of these guys to just talk with him and jerk around off duty?
"Too many ossifers, not enough grunts," Duskwing mutters.
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Screwdriver
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Post by Screwdriver on Mar 17, 2009 19:29:48 GMT -5
"Like the fae, prod at them, and they fade away," Screwdriver explains to Duskwing, tone sorrowful. Then she whistles, and the birds all stop and once more hover in place.
"Not drones, not spies. /Toys/." She grins at Mistwind's admiring smile. After all, what else can make a toymaker's life complete, beside a child made happy by one's toys? She moves around and plucks them out of the air, secreting all but the blue one into various spots in her armor. With the blue one, she holds out her hand, the bird now inert on it, offering it to Mistwind.
"Good-bye, Mister Eye!" she calls out to the fleeing Eye-Fire, not really aware that she's now made his reason for leaving irrelevant.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 22, 2009 12:27:09 GMT -5
"Thank you, Screwdriver!" Mistwind happily takes the bird, but tilts his head after regarding the gift for a while. "But I did not activate them..." He says, turning to Duskwing, "You did" and therefore, the small bot raises his hands holding the blue bird out to the jet. It's not that he dislikes the bird, but Dusk's facial expression did not go unnoticed. "Toys need people playing with them. It's just coincidence of you being the one to have started the game this time" And that the birds were coded to display the behaviour they did.
He looks back, "Eye-fire sir, should Mistwind go with you?" Because if the sniper shoots something over a certain size, it's gonna get to messy to process in base.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 28, 2009 16:01:04 GMT -5
"Huh? What're fey?" Duskwing stares blankly at Screwdriver. "An' if they aren't drones and ain't spies, whaddya do with 'em?"
"Game? I thought you said toys weren't games." He gingerly reaches for the blue bird that Mistwind offers him, ready to snatch his hand back if the thing should suddenly turn into a buzz bomb and attack. If the toy stays quiescent, Duskwing holds it up and studies it intently.
"Wow! That's really small. Does it transform?" he asks Screwdriver. "Is it smart enough to fly by itself if it gots to?"
----- Skipped Eye-fire due to time-out
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Post by Screwdriver on Mar 28, 2009 21:30:45 GMT -5
"You see, Wendy," Screwdriver explains to the Duskwing, expression very earnest, "when the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies!" She claps her hands together at this last bit, then sighs, her 'shoulder wheels' drooping as Duskwing continues to Not Get Toys.
"Not a game for rules, a game for play. That is what they are for! They are for laughter and fun, like the first fairies!"
Tiring of trying to make Duskwing understand, she falls down into her motorcycle mode. "If you are good," she tells Mistwind, "Santa will have many more toys for you! He sees you when you're sleeping, and he knows when you're awake," she adds, before she revs her engine and roars off, the spikes causing her to clatter-clatter-clatter down the hallway.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 1, 2009 16:21:08 GMT -5
"Game? I thought you said toys weren't games." Duskwing questions his reasoning.
"Ah, that's..... true.... " Mistwind for a moment thinks this over, trying very hard not to wise-ass by saying 'that there became a goal of not getting hit'. Silence is golden, especially in the bad guy camp.
Excited to Screwdriver's words, he nods and bounces, "I'll be a very good boy, Screwdriver! I'll wait for a San... wait... eh, right!" The motorcycle is even said goodbye by twohanded waves by the bouncing ChildCon. Who has no clue what a santa would be! But the thing seems to know when he sleeps, so from now on, Mistwind will do so with one optic open.
When she's out of sight, he turns towards Duskwing, as they're the only ones standing in the hallway now. Scratching a helmet crease, he observes the jet for a while, a bit wary, a bit shy, "ehm, I don't think these birds have any sort of AI chip in them, Duskwing Sir... would be awesome if they had."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 1, 2009 19:45:40 GMT -5
Hey, Mistwind is actually talking to him! Like he's a person, even, and not an interchangeable grunt. Duskwing could get to like this guy, even if he is a Micromaster. Besides, Micromasters are crazy bastards, and it's best not to be on their bad side.
He ponders Mistwind's answer for a moment. "So... d'ya think I could throw it? I wanna see if it glides or somethin', but I don't wanna break it."
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