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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Mar 31, 2008 23:11:05 GMT -5
Bluestreak's gaze moves back to Ironfire at her comment. The last thing he wanted was to be compared to a Decepticon. These ones might think like Autobots -- like proper Autobots, he amends, sneering mentally at the thought of the soft-sparked excuses for Autobots that apparently exist here -- but they still wear that dreaded violet sigil. Hopefully the Prime completes whatever he hopes to accomplish with these other-'Cons soon. Maybe then they can have a proper battle...
"Still different," Bluestreak points out. "Lot more flying types with your crowd. And Seekers." Here he can't quite suppress his disdain, despite there being a Seeker right in front of him.
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Apr 1, 2008 21:32:42 GMT -5
Ironfire gives a brief nod. "Different indeed." She maintains a more neutral tone, hiding her disdain for that obnoxious purple sigil. Revealing such feelings would greatly harm her chances of actually finding a willing female. That would be quite non-optimal.
This encounter doesn't seem to have helped her quest too much, she notes. All she's found is one of her own faction mates and a likely-male Seeker. She's not sure how much longer she can keep her voice from turning unfriendly. It's hard interacting in a pleasant manner with somebody who bears the badge of the Decepticons.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 2, 2008 8:06:43 GMT -5
Skystrike’s optics flicker to Bluestreak at his comment but she didn’t otherwise seem too bothered by it. Being a seeker wasn’t something that she was particularly proud of or truly resentful of, it was simply something that she was. The little sneer at the mention of the word however, was informative. If there was one good thing about this encounter, it was the fact she finally found out where she stood with these two.
“Is there a point to this?” She prompted curtly after Ironfire’s little remark. There was only so much false niceties this seeker could stand in one day.
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Apr 2, 2008 21:28:04 GMT -5
No worries, Skystrike, you won't have to worry about niceties from Bluestreak, false or otherwise.
He just shrugs his doorwings when she asks what the point is. Ironfire started this, she'd be the one to ask. He's just standing here.
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Apr 2, 2008 23:00:13 GMT -5
Is there a point to this? Well, there would be, if Ironfireknew she was talking to a female. But, at this time, she had no indication that was the case. And so, much of the false pleasentness leaves her voice, putting it almost to her normal tone.
"There isn't a strategic point, no. I'm just looking for... something do in my downtime." Perhaps more someone, but she doesn't say that.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 3, 2008 12:27:52 GMT -5
“I see.” Skystrike said flatly, now more irritated rather than suspicious. If Ironfire had directly asked if there were females around the area, the berkut would’ve happily (a bit too happily, perhaps) pointed her vaguely in Blackarachnia’s direction. If questioned on her own gender, well, the situation would’ve probably gotten quite a lot more complicated.
Right now though, the seeker had confirmed her suspicion that this encounter was, indeed, pointless.
Seeing as she wasn’t particularly interested in trying to entertain evil Autobots, the seeker turns to go, careful to keep the two in range of one arm gun. For all she knew, they might try to entertain themselves by shooting at her which would be most annoying. “I’ll be off then.” She rumbles eyeing them both unhappily, subconsciously directing power to her antigravs in case there were any ‘protests’.
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Apr 3, 2008 21:36:48 GMT -5
Bluestreak just watches Skystrike go, glowering. No fight. Frag. Here he was hoping for just a little action...
He looks at Ironfire now, optic ridge quirked. Now what?
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Apr 5, 2008 13:54:27 GMT -5
Well. That was a complete waste of time. Ironfire found nothing she was looking for with this 'con, it seems. No, all she's found is difficulty controlling the desire to open fire. There is no farewell to Skystrike. Ironfire does not like the Seeker enough to grace her with one.
She silently shrugs to Bluestreak. Now what indeed.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 6, 2008 9:05:20 GMT -5
To say Skystrike was glad she didn’t ultimately end up having laser trailing after her tailfins was a bit of an understatement. She still hauled herself quickly away, transforming and then disappearing off in the distance.
OOC: Skystrike out of the thread.
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Apr 6, 2008 13:09:11 GMT -5
Well, if the Berkut isn't going to provide any entertainment, he'll make his own. Bluestreak goes to the alley where he'd originally been skulking and pokes around. There must be something he can use for target practice. He wants to improve his aim with the photon rifle, after all.
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Post by Ironfire-3 on Apr 9, 2008 17:10:33 GMT -5
Ironfire sighs. That was quite the pointless encounter. At least she no longer needs to be controlling herself. Not until she runs into another 'con, anyway. Perhaps next time she encounters one of these strange beings it will be someone better for entertaining herself with.
She kicks the ground, then starts off down a street.
OOC: Thread done? Sorry for the slow response time.
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Post by Bluestreak-3 on Apr 9, 2008 21:49:30 GMT -5
Bluestreak doesn't even look up as Ironfire leaves, just starts setting up pieces of metal in an impromptu target range. Once he's set up a row of targets he backs away and starts firing with merry abandon, a grim smile on his face.
OOC: Thread seems to be done.
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