Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 2, 2009 14:51:42 GMT -5
Crazy? Owh, Mistwind could so do crazy. And Duskwing has amused the boy, not giving him any reason to hate him as of yet.
Shrugging, he begins to run down the hall, "We better not break it.... Lady Screwdriver shall not like that". At a decent distance, he turns and raises his arms, ready to catch.
They could better do something like this out in the open, but for someone as small as he is, the hall's pretty spacious.
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Apr 2, 2009 23:57:34 GMT -5
Eye-Fire considers Mistwind's proposal that he go out with him. Not that he has any illusions about the small Decepticon alerting every being within a mile of their existence when their on the hunt, but just maybe Eye-Fire will be able to rub off some of his patience and stealth on the little con.
"Sure, why not?" Eye-Fire says, having followed Mistwind and Duskwing.
"I'll only be able to go out later, but you can come with me when I do go out." He says, waiting for a response before he'll go his own way.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 3, 2009 6:30:12 GMT -5
Lady Screwdriver? Duskwing stops momentarily with a puzzled frown. He didn't know the Junkion was part of High Command.
"Nobody ever tells me nuttin'," he mutters, then he brightens again as he looks at the eager Mistwind. Someone who wanted to do stuff with him... that wasn't violent and painful for Duskwing.
"So now we're pretendin' like target practice? Cool!" the dark blue jet-former asks. Without waiting for an answer, he lobs the blue bird straight at Mistwind, throwing it like a dart.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 10, 2009 13:55:30 GMT -5
The bird comes sailing like a dagger, and all by all, Mistwind has to call Duskwing a good pitcher. The action even makes him feel slightly nervous to catch the projectile from the air, beak lodged tight in the crease between his fingers.
He stares for a moment at the bird in his hand, answering Eye-Fire, "Thank you, Eye-Fire sir, I will stand ready for my fieldtrip under your guidance". Because all he's ever doing is just that: Standing ready for the rest.
Duskwing is rewarded a softened glare, and the child sets his hands to his belt, "You a combat bot only, Duskwing sir?" If so, it explains why he keeps trying to find military terms in his R&R actions. When Mistwind throws the bird back, it has a higher, controlled arc and a smoother, indeed gliding flight.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 13, 2009 18:52:42 GMT -5
Duskwing stares at Mistwind in puzzlement, and nearly misses the catch. He starts at the last moment, suddenly aware of the bird gliding toward him and lurches back as he throws a hand up to intercept it. He staggers, off-balance for a moment, but recovers just short of going over in a pile of wings and limbs.
"Whoa! Uh, yeah. I'm a Decepticon--what else would I be?" Duskwing gives him a puzzled look, frowns intently. "Or do you mean the stuff I might maybe do off-duty?"
There's a slight evasiveness in his tone, and he lobs the bird back to Mistwind, slower this time.
---- Eyefire skipped due to timeout
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 14, 2009 8:43:14 GMT -5
Winches for a moment, sighs in relief as Duskwing manages to catch the bird still.
"Or do you mean the stuff I might maybe do off-duty?" Why is there a hint of 'dun wanna talk about it'? Hmm.... no reason to chase that.
Mistwind leaps at the midflight bird, snatching it from the air. At the end of a rollout he reveals the object safely in his hands, clutched near his chest. "Maaaaybe....." he toys, but winks to show the jet clearly that he's joking before getting back up, "No. Just curious if it's Duskwing's.... natural programme, to search for military.... advantages in objects" He admits.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 15, 2009 23:38:20 GMT -5
"Uh... yeah?" Duskwing replies uncertainly. He straightens up and flexes his wings.
"I was built as a air-type fighter, see? That's my job. What I been doin' since I came outta the factory, see? The Job's always dere, see? It's--" Duskwing briefly flails at the air with one hand, trying to grab a missing word or phrase from its hiding place. "It's like the Job is thinking me about it."
Duskwing frowned. "Dat didn't sound quite right. Hey, can you make the glider flap wings like da dame Screwdriver did?"
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 16, 2009 5:10:29 GMT -5
"I see" Mistwind nods, a bright smile setting on his face, "you do well! It's important what you do and because of that it's always on your mind!"
He studies the bird for a moment, considering the question, "I.... don't see any mechanism to have it do that... but I also suppose Screwdriver can activate them"
Walking over, he hands it over to Duskwing if he would take it, so the larger mech can have a look for himself.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 17, 2009 12:37:35 GMT -5
Duskwing gingerly takes the offered toy and peers at it for several minutes, turning it over and over.
"I dunno," he finally says. "I'm not mechanistically inclined. I fly and I shoot people, mostly. Bet Hook could figure it out! He's the best at makin' stuff and fixin' stuff!" Duskwing says excitedly.
His wing slump a bit as he belatedly adds, "'Course, he's an officer. They get impatient when I try to tell 'em stuff and give me patrols to do and slag like that."
He carefully hands the toy bird back to Mistwind. "He might talk to you better."
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 21, 2009 17:20:21 GMT -5
Mistwind looks at Duskwing in admiration, "Duskwing is lucky, he can fly and soar, without gravity pulling him down, without needing the winds to carry him... Duskwing is.... very lucky!"
He takes the toy back, and stores it, "I will bothe.... ask! Officer Hook to have a look at it, I don't mind" or rather; he has no sense to be afraid.
Instead, he's smiling rather eagerly.... a trip down to the green 'n' purple engineer sounds like one of great learning value!
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 21, 2009 18:19:31 GMT -5
Duskwing looks puzzled again. "You can't fly? Didn't you get them lifter-thingies installed yet?"
He ponders a moment. "Hey, that's another reason you oughta talk to Hook! He's down this way..."
Duskwing turns and starts heading down the hall, apparently intending to lead Mistwind somewhere.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 21, 2009 18:38:34 GMT -5
Dismayed, but following, Mistwind protests, "I can fly, Duskwing sir! But.... I can only use my turbines in my altmode, for other bots!" Because his jetpack mode has this neat control board someone else can link with. "I.... do have a hanglider system to myself, and it works really great on a hot day!"
Dashing to get next to the overexcited Duskwing, "You want to bother the constructicons over perfectly working systems?"
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 21, 2009 19:03:44 GMT -5
Duskwing stops abruptly, in a shadowy bit of the hall. "Uh..." He raises a hand tentatively to his head, as if to scratch it, then puts it down again.
"I think I missed somethin'. What 'zactly do youse turn into?"
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 21, 2009 19:17:56 GMT -5
"Transform!" Promptly, the bot shifts, unfolds, repositions, and remains supported by a tripod standard like protrusion. Only this time four adjustable claws are on one side, while the turbines are on the other side, pointing to the ground.
Duskwing can see a manual control panel behind reinforced steelglass, though if he's really paying attention then he will notice a hailing signal similar to radio, but nowhere near as catchable, to seek him out temporarily.
What he's looking at is a transport jetpack able to latch on to units up to a regular carformer. How odd. "//I.... I'm very young//" comes a bit nervous voice from the system.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 21, 2009 19:29:15 GMT -5
Duskwing leans over to peer at Mistwind. "Huh. You turn into a jetpack? Like dat red Autobot whose name I kinda forgot uses? Hey, can you boost someone that's already jet-flyin', or do you gotta be worn by a robot?"
Red optics brighten in his gray face, and Duskwing seems to quiver with excitement. The shadows play over his cockpit, perhaps for a second giving the illusion of gaping, empty hollowness.
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