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Post by Ironfire-3 on Mar 22, 2008 18:17:52 GMT -5
Ironfire slowly meanders her way through the streets, paying little attention to where she's going. No need to be careful, right now. Nothing creepy-make that nothing beyond the normal creep level of baddie territory-to indicate there's anything unpleasant-again, more unpleasant than normal-lurking. A perfect chance to see if she can't find some fun. Female fun, preferably.
Ironfire doesn't know how many fembots these Decepticons actually have. Given populations on a whole, probably not many. But, surely they have some. Maybe. She'll find out. Worst case scenario, she finds nobody of interest. In that case, she'll have to go back to her fiction. Or maybe go practice with her main cannon. Blowing stuff up always makes the time go by quickly.
OOC: Whoever wants to join the scene, jump on in!
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Mar 23, 2008 14:39:43 GMT -5
Bluestreak's been skulking around for awhile now, but hasn't bothered to enter the Decepticon-claimed city until now. These are Decepticons, after all, and even if they're supposedly so different from his own universe's 'Cons, they're still 'Cons. And he trusts them about as far as he can throw Omega Supreme.
But he can't hide forever... and besides, maybe one of them will attack him and give him an excuse to fight back. After all, Rodimus said over the Broadband that they only couldn't cause irrepairable damage...
Upon spotting Ironfire, he pulls out of the alleyway he's been hiding in and transforms to robot mode, giving Ironfire a questioning quirk of one optic ridge.
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Mar 23, 2008 19:24:22 GMT -5
Nobody around yet. Wonder if there's a specific place they're hanging out?
Ah! The sounds of an approaching being. Ironfire turns to look and...
Oh. It's Bluestreak. She'd let herself get her hopes up. Ah, well. She gives him a short nod, to let him know she sees him and his questioning expression. "Lookin' for chicks. You?" She's no longer looking at him. Instead, she's glancing around, checking for the existence of others in the area.
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Mar 24, 2008 22:22:00 GMT -5
Bluestreak shrugs. "Hangin' 'round," he replies in a voice that's just a bit over a mumble. "Weird bein' in 'Con turf and not gettin' shot at."
As for other females... "Ain't seen no femmes. Maybe they're hiding."
And that's about as chatty as he gets.
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Mar 24, 2008 23:39:00 GMT -5
"Mighty strange indeed. Keep wanting to have my cannons out. Just waitin' for gunfire." She chuckles, a little. Perhaps she finds something there humorous. That would indeed be the implication.
"I'm sure these 'cons have femmes somewhere. Just have to find 'em."
Ironfire, unlike Bluestreak, is perfectly willing to talk it up.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 25, 2008 2:44:19 GMT -5
Skystrike decided earlier she wanted to go curl up in a cave somewhere and just sulk for a bit. That decision had no real forethought to come along with it, so it was most unfortunate that she didn’t plan ahead on how to deal with two evil Autobots on the way.
As it is, the blue seeker appears, stepping around a tall building a block or so away before the distant sound of unfamiliar voices catches her attention and she glances up. A decidedly bemused expression crosses her face a beat later.
Had the circumstances been different, the obvious option when facing the red symbols would’ve been to shoot and fly away. Now though, she was faced with two decisions: shoot and fly away or ignore them?
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Mar 26, 2008 1:15:26 GMT -5
Bluestreak's mouth quirks in the barest of grins, but otherwise he shows no response. He does nothing to disagree, however.
He does a quick scan of the area... and spots the familiar shape of a Seeker. His doorwings tense tightly enough to shoot upward in a tight V, and he very nearly arms his shoulder guns before he catches himself. They're not to shoot Decepticons... but he's still not about to let his guard down.
Ironfire's found her fellow femmes, at least...
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Mar 26, 2008 14:56:36 GMT -5
Aha! A Decepticon! Ironfire confirms she didn't accidentally engage her cannons. Best to make a good first impression! But, oh. A blue Seeker. Isn't that one a guy? Ironfire never could keep her Seekers straight. Not that she really needed to, ever. It's not like she ever expected to interact with them outside of combat.
Still, things sure are different enough here that she might as well be friendly. When an entire faction's outlook varies, the specifics of an individual might be massively different. And so, she puts on her best friendly demeanor. She's suprisingly good at that. "Hey."
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 26, 2008 18:32:34 GMT -5
The bemused expression turns downright dour at the friendly greeting. The seeker eyed the femme suspiciously, wings pulled back and a dark scowl on her face. What in the name of the smelting pits was this?
There is a brief pause and Skystrike looked like she was about to bolt, but after a few seconds of having no guns pointed at her –yet– the berkut stayed where she was. Darting a skeptical look between the two Autobots, she finally, hesitatingly, returns the greeting. It was little more than an acknowledging nod and not done without much enthusiasm, but a greeting nonetheless.
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Mar 26, 2008 22:45:23 GMT -5
Bluestreak nods back at the Seeker, acknowledging the greeting. Another non-talkative mech, then. Ironfire had better not be one of those mechs that constantly needs someone else to entertain her.
Though he does suppose introductions are in order... "Bluestreak. Gunner."
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Mar 28, 2008 11:16:53 GMT -5
Ironfire-3's inner self is scowling, though her outward presentation remains friendly. Could this Decepticon please hurry up and speak? Vocals should allow her to determine the 'con's gender. They usually do, anyway. Sure, there've been a few mistaken identifications, but...
Ironfire's somewhat more talkative than certain villian-bots in her vicinity. "M'name's Ironfire. Combat function's artillery and such. You would be?" The friendliness continues, hopefully not to an off-putting level.
OOC: Sorry for taking so long to post.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 28, 2008 22:29:24 GMT -5
“Skystrike,” Skystrike rumbles curtly in voice even deeper than Thundercracker’s. “Aerial combat.” Gender identification by voice wasn’t going to work here either.
The seeker relaxes a bare fraction even though there was still a decidedly uneasy air about her. She glances between the two Autobots once again, idly wondering what they were doing here before deciding she probably didn’t want to know. Something pointless most likely. Risking a glance in the direction of the caves, Skystrike begins to mentally calculate the risks of flying off with potential enemies this near.
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Mar 29, 2008 19:14:43 GMT -5
Bluestreak shifts from foot to foot, not taking his optics off the Seeker. His instincts scream for him to open fire -- this is a Decepticon, a Seeker, the enemy... they must pay for their crimes against his city with their own energon... blast that truce of Prime's anyhow!
He follows Skystrike's gaze with his own, wondering what's so interesting off in that direction.
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Mar 30, 2008 20:27:38 GMT -5
Ironfire stifles a sigh. Why did things have to be so difficult? It's hard not to get hostile when things aren't going her way.
If the tropes worked out right, though, she and this Seeker might wind up hitting it off. After all, the less friendly you start, the more likely you are to hook up.
She notes the uneasy air. "Strange as it is, we don't differ from you that much. It's... hard to wrap the mind around 'cons that actually think correctly, but it's a welcome change."
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 31, 2008 10:05:39 GMT -5
“…” Skystrike answers looking back at Ironfire a slightly quizzical expression before adding, “The change is interesting, I suppose.” Interesting. Not necessarily good.
It actually wasn’t too hard to wrap her around the idea that the Autobots could think like Decepticons. Mostly because the Autobots she’d dealt with were a bit on the vicious side of things. And there was also that one time when Vinny and Cycler switched bodies, but that’s neither here or there.
Ironically, it was the former situation that made the seeker wary of the two Autobots. Just because they could think like Decepticons didn’t mean they were Decepticons. That was the key difference between a violent death a la rusty drainpipe or a few more years of being able to muck around some forsaken part of Cybertron. Or a forsaken part of a backwater planet in this case.
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