Eye-fire
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In two minds about everything
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Post by Eye-fire on Mar 25, 2008 16:15:46 GMT -5
With the arrival of this seeker looking Autobot, Eye-Fire appraises his choices. He can continue with this farce, and try to convince the Autobots that he really is insane, and probably have them give him a wide berth. This may also cause one of them to do him some harm, which he;d rather avoid. He's also supposed to be sneaking into their camp, time wasted here is secrets missed their.
All this does though give him an idea that he wants to follow up on later when he can back to medical...
"Oh, you seem angry? Did I do something wrong? Is it something I did? Or something I didn't? I get so very, very confused sometimes..." He says as be backs away from Orcale and Holi, about to affect his escape.
Suddenly, he turns and leaps, assisted by his by his anti-gravs, over a building and back in the direction of the Decepticon base. He'll find another way into the base.
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Oracle-3
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It's such a thin line between heaven and hell.
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Post by Oracle-3 on Mar 25, 2008 17:37:38 GMT -5
Narrowing her optics behind her visor at Eye-Fire, Oracle had to wonder if he really was as unbalanced as he was acting, or he was putting on a show. Either way made him potentially dangerous really, so she would be keeping watch for him no matter which it was. Still she was glad to see him leave, and the fist she hadn't even realized she had clenched by her side slowly relaxed.
//Eye-Fire is vacating the area. Heading back into Decepticon territory.// She radios back to Bumblebee on local.
Curving a hand around Holi to prevent an unexpected slip and the resulting tumble down to the ground, she slowly lifted back into the air in order to keep an eye on the retreating Eye-Fire for as long as she could, as well as to attempt to locate Long Range and Sky-Byte again. Hopefully they wouldn't have moved far from where she had last seen them or finding them again would be that much harder.
Briefly she was distracted by the reaction she felt under her fingers from Holi when her hand closed around him. It wasn't much but that was very distinctly a flinch she felt, and she turned her head slightly to the side to fix him with a direct look before she went back to her visual survey of the area. She is aware of his dislike of being picked up and carried around, even if she usually ignored it, but a flinch like that is an unusual reaction. This time her radio went directly to him on his private frequency. //That wasn't a normal reaction.// Statement of fact and demand for explanation in one.
OOC: Handling and reaction of Hoil-3 with player permission.
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Post by Long Range on Mar 25, 2008 18:22:14 GMT -5
So sky-Byte really is serious about all this. Long Range can respect that. Prone to put off and occasionally ignore orders flat out he may be, but he can respect a commander who A) Will stand up to someone his size earnestly and B) Apparently really believes in what their doing.
"I am..." He stumbles over his words. " Truly sorry, Sky-Byte. I didn't mean to put you in a situation where my actions might get you in trouble. I won't do that to you again." Long Range finishes. Sky-Byte has probably heard his fair share of excuses from his troops, but Long Range means this sincerely.
"Could you help me up? I'm not easy to knock over, though you did quite easily, but its even harder to get me back up again. Especially with your one hand looking like a weapon.. what is it?"
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Post by Bumblebee-3 on Mar 26, 2008 14:35:42 GMT -5
Bumblebee receives a transmission about Eye-Fire. All that trouble and neither he nor Long Range did more than silly little games. What a joke. Bumblebee manages to hate them all the more for not giving him an excuse to destroy them.
He makes another sharp turn, hard enough and close enough to Sky-Byte and Long Range to kick up shingle and dust, sending it showering down on them.
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Sky-byte
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Post by Sky-byte on Mar 27, 2008 20:01:26 GMT -5
A) Size doesn't scare Sky-Byte. It's power and skill that does all the scaring. B) It's more that Sky-Byte doesn't believe in getting blown up or skewered.
Long Range's following apology is enough to set Sky-Byte off-balance once more. He's used to snarky comments and muttered insults, anything as honestly sincere sounding as this--well, the only place this shark is used to getting anything like that is from someone many times smaller than him and many times squisher. "You're sorry?"
...Is Long Range trying to chat him up? Sky-Byte doesn't pause to question this though as the other mech starts paying attention to his Anchor Arm. Always ready to preen please, Sky-Byte is about to begin in describing the amazing aspects of his limb/weapon when Eye-fire goes bounding overhead--where did he come from? His diatribe is put off even more as a dirt sprays across his vision and smears his armor.
Bumblebee. That yellow automobile is still here. It's still here and skidding ever so infuriatingly closer. "You play too dangerously, Autobot." Now that Anchor Arm is pointing straight in Bumblebee's direction, only to raise up as he makes out the form of one of those Seeker-builds hovering in the air.
"Soldier! What in the world are you doing on the Autobot's side of the boundary?" No, Sky-Byte doesn't know a thing about Oracle, this one or her counterpart.
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Runamuck
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I'm not as think as you drunk I am.
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Post by Runamuck on Mar 28, 2008 4:41:42 GMT -5
Careening through the streets at high speed, a white sports car makes a sharp turn, bouncing off a wall with the aid of a quickly-extended ram-pad. Another tire-screeching run down a long highway, a crunch of smashing some random debris under his tires, and another sharp turn--
And there's some yellow punk making a racket. He calls that being obnoxious? Let a pro demonstrate.
Revving his engine loud and proud, hoping to get the yellow guy's attention, Runamuck charges full speed ahead. Only at the last possible instant does he hit the brakes, fishtailing to the left and stopping mere inches from the boundary line, rear tires tearing chunks out of the ground and sending a cloud of dirt and pebbles flying in Bumblebee's direction.
"If you're gonna sit there an' make noise, squirt, at least do it right!" the Battlecharger taunts.
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Holi-3
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I always tell the truth. But that was a lie.
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Post by Holi-3 on Mar 30, 2008 23:08:28 GMT -5
As if right on cue, just as Holi starts wishing Eye-fire's hand would fall off and his barrel would crumble in on itself and his scope would collapse and his systems would cascade so all his optic cluster pulled up was a blue screen, Oracle gets even more grabby. Large hands trying to wrap around him aren't the most reassuring thing in the world and he can't help trying to recoil, expecting another grappling. He's surprised to find instead that she's trying to secure him from falling. And of course, never an "are you all right, Holi?" or "were you hurt, Holi?" or anything remotely similar.
//No, it wasn't.// No, his tone isn't normal either; he doesn't make a habit of being so snippy, but he can't figure out if he should be annoyed that Oracle just had to go and state the obvious or if he should be shocked she bothers to pay him enough attention that she'd notice it at all. //I'm not normally grabbed by maniacal Decepticons, either.// Usually, it's maniacal Autobots groping him. Or throwing him around. You know, Autobots like Bumblebee. Who has a new friend, it seems, unless Holi's seeing things.
This stupid partnership thing is going to end in disaster. He just knows it.
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Oracle-3
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It's such a thin line between heaven and hell.
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Post by Oracle-3 on Mar 31, 2008 0:39:57 GMT -5
Ah ha, there were Sky-Byte and Long Range. And it looked like Sky-Byte had come out the winner of that little encounter as well, considering who was on the ground. Seemed as though taunting the Decepticons was about all that remained in the near future for now, with the trigger happy one under control again. Oracle cycled air quietly through her vents in a disappointed sigh, and considered setting down somewhere slightly more private to check on Holi, after which she planned on resuming her scouting of the town.
Then Sky-Byte pointed at her and called out, and she was left momentarily confused, before she had to muffle a soft snort of laughter. There was the faint chance she could use this, but if not she could sure get a kick out if it before the shark noticed his mistake. For while on more then one occasion she had used the assumption that every Seeker was a Decepticon to her advantage, to find that error occurring now in bright daylight on a world known to have strange arrivals greatly amused her.
Using her thrusters to fly closer to the original two Decepticons, incidentally crossing over the rowdy new sports car arrival below, she landed a few feet away from Sky-Byte and Long Range, just out of normal conversational distance. She deliberately angled her body in a casual maneuver so that the bare metal wing without her Autobrand is closest to them, while the wing with her only remaining insignia is tilted slightly away and hopefully obscured by the angle and the shadow of the building she happened to have just coincidentally have stopped next to. "Terribly sorry, I didn't know there were airspace restrictions. I was only watching." She wasn't really trying to fool them, but even a momentary amusement like this was pleasant.
While most of her attention was fixed on Sky-Byte, Oracle still found herself oddly reassured at both the tone and verbal snippyness of Holi's reply. For one, if he was snarking at her then she likely hadn't missed noticing Eye-Fire doing him some serious damage, and anything more minor she could check for later when there weren't other optics around. Secondly he trusted her at least enough to actually get snippy with her, and assume she wouldn't retaliate against him for it. Which she didn't, indeed outwardly she seemed to ignore anything other then the pure content of his radio message. Her hand stays securely around him to spite the fact that she is again on the ground, but her grip is gentle and seems to be there as a protective measure considering how close she is to the Decepticons. //Tell me then, if you were injured, but I'll still want to check you later.// It was the closest she would come to saying she had been concerned when she saw him in Eye-Fire's hand.
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Post by Bumblebee-3 on Apr 2, 2008 19:48:15 GMT -5
Bumblebee pauses from his antics. What just happened? He's confused Because there is no boundary line for there autobots and never was. And also because if there was, it would be for Autobots approaching the base, NOT for Decepticons like Runamuck. The gravel rains on his finish, just the same as when Bumblebee did it himself. Oh well.
These guys have gone from being aggressive to incompetent to just plain weird. Bumblebee isn't going to get anything better than a shark biting his own subordinate.
With that, he fires up his engine again, making his way away from the gathering.
Freaks.
Out of thread, unless someone tries to stop him or something.
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Sky-byte
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Post by Sky-byte on Apr 2, 2008 23:56:11 GMT -5
Well, Sky-Byte seems to be pretty darn confused and seems to be doing a good job of confusing everyone else...not to mention himself some more. This whole situation is putting a spin on his processors, well, not that dealing with Predacon subordinates before was ever not so perplexing. Those dolts were more exasperatingly frustrating than anything else.
"Just what in the world are you playing at with that Autobot?" growls Sky-Byte, pointing a finger in Holi's direction. There's something that strikes the shark off about this seeker. For one thing, it isn't blue--or yellow. For another thing she's just plain unfamiliar...but she could be new. You never know with all these new mechs popping up out of now where. "What's your name, soldier?" Sky-Byte barks as he cranes and not-so-subtly shifts to get a better look at that other wing. A name to go with a description of someone to report.
OOC: Apologies for the confusion about this whole 'boundary line'. It started out as a misinterpretation of my own and has now turned into IC confusion on Sky-Byte's end. Sorry, didn't mean to muddle things up.
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Runamuck
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I'm not as think as you drunk I am.
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Post by Runamuck on Apr 3, 2008 2:40:45 GMT -5
For a moment, Runamuck considers running down the retreating Autobot. He hadn't had much chance to break things since he got here, and it was always more fun breaking things that fought back. But then he remembers this whole truce business. Getting the entire upper command on his case probably wasn't worth it, no matter how much fun it'd be. He's seen a failed treason too recently to want to crash down that road any time soon.
"Sheesh, Autobots here are almost as cowardly as back home," he mutters disappointedly. Then, gunning his engine, he rips around in a circle and streaks back into the city, bouncing merrily off the front of a storefront in the process. Maybe there's a junkyard around somewhere he can amuse himself with.
Out unless stopped.
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Holi-3
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I always tell the truth. But that was a lie.
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Post by Holi-3 on Apr 3, 2008 18:04:39 GMT -5
It's a good thing Oracle's hand is there; Holi can glower all he likes and no-one can see him doing it. It's strangely, wonderfully cathartic, so of course this is the only chance he'll have at it for a good while. Might as well make the most of it while he can.
//Oh, I'm all right,// is his ready response to Oracle's prompt. He couldn't sound more forthright if he was openly stating how he loathed Decepticons. Honest, nary a scratch on him. This is not the injured Micromaster you're looking for. And does he want her to check him out? No way. He's had enough of being jostled and manhandled to last him a week or more and just wants to get away from the stupid. All of it. Maybe he should've tried to stay away, after all; every time he returns from the occasional unsupervised scouting run and the torturous sense of near-freedom it brings, being where he is just seems that much worse. Maybe next time – if there is a next time – he won't come back. Maybe he'll find somewhere to hide. Maybe he could try to hijack that gadget of Perceptor's and get himself home.
Maybe, maybe, maybe. He's tired of maybes. Hell, he's just tired. He isn't even of a mood to play along with whatever game Oracle's trying on Sky-Byte; he'll just keep it down. The scared silent act is usually a surefire way to get ignored. Unless this Sky-Byte likes to hear people talk as much as he likes flapping his own oversized maw, which would be just Holi's luck.
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Oracle-3
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Post by Oracle-3 on Apr 4, 2008 16:26:55 GMT -5
Oracle smothers her grin, even though she isn't really planning on trying to keep up the pretense for much longer. Absently she does note the exit sounds of both cars, but since they really weren't the focus of her attention anyway, she doesn't pay it much mind.
"Playing at? I was just...improving relations." That excuse was hardly going to hold water for long, but it didn't really matter since in response to his trying to see her obscured wing, she deliberately shifts her weight with false casualness to bring her insignia around to where he can see it. "And I go by Oracle." Not that having a name will help him for the reasons he wanted it. Still, giving it to him doesn't hurt any. About this time she lets the vicious little grin she had been hiding steal across her lips, by now she doubts the facade matters anymore.
At the same time as she baits Sky-Byte further, her grip on Holi tightens slightly in case she needs to move quickly. Most of her attention is focused on the Decepticons, but she still splits a small amount to respond to him. //I'm sure you are.// Her voice is slightly dry, she's not going to argue with him, but that doesn't mean she's going to change her mind about checking after they part company with her current amusements.
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Sky-byte
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Post by Sky-byte on Apr 5, 2008 0:44:14 GMT -5
"Improving relations?!" sputters Sky-Byte. He's about to go off on a bit of a rant when the insignia on her wing finally starts making a bit more sense.
"Autobot?!" Hackles go up immediately as he catches her smile. "Just what are you playing at?" At that, Sky-Byte brings up his arm to put a bit of distance between him and her as well as executing a bit of a dramatic point (the threat that it can convey isn't too bad either).
That dramatic air deflates immediately as Sky-Byte feels the tip of his claws screeching against grey metal plating that most certainly doesn't belong to him.
Oh slag.
He has a feeling that no one's going to be saving this shark's hide this time.
OOC: Posing of scratches on Oracle done with player help and permission.
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Holi-3
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Post by Holi-3 on Apr 6, 2008 13:59:03 GMT -5
It's while Holi debates slipping off while Oracle's distracted just to ensure no irritating checkups that she shifts her weight and Sky-Byte starts shouting. The Micromaster doesn't think much of it at first; what's one more Transformer trying to prove he's better in a shouting match? Big deal.
That loud scrape of metal on metal, though… that merits peering over Oracle's hand to see what's going on. It doesn't take Braver to figure out the situation, looking at Sky-Byte's extended arm mere inches from Oracle's wing and the fresh scratches thereupon. Nevertheless, Holi runs a power cycle on his optic cluster just to be sure, then looks from Oracle to Sky-Byte and back again once or twice. Then? Then he stares right at Sky-Byte and muffles a snicker.
"Good going, fish-face."
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