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Post by Mirage on Apr 10, 2008 10:05:58 GMT -5
"I'd say you are feeling quite nice. Quite nice indeed."
Mirage nods as Skyblast explains his artistic philosophy. "Valid points all, and I do hope to see you work sometime. Perhaps, if we are not immediately flung into invasion preparations, after we wake?"
He is studying the little jet, giving Skyblast all of his attention. Mirage is trying to draw correlations between Skyblast and the jets Mirage has known, to determine what areas might be sensitive, what touches might be best received.
Yes, now that Mirage has a likely and willing partner, he is being a bit one track in his thoughts. 'Tis serious business to the dilettante, and while some might argue that the seduction was done the moment Skyblast agreed, Mirage would not agree. It is not done until they part company afterwards, and perhaps not even then.
As Skyblast finishes his current drink, Mirages leans in to murmur, "If my eagerness offends I do apologize, but are you perhaps feeling well enough to retire?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 10, 2008 10:30:07 GMT -5
Skyblast nods cheerily, agreeing with Mirage's assessment.
Skyblast isn't just going to turn into goop if Mirage pets his wings. If he did, Skyblast would never be able to handle the vibrations associated with flying! Now, if Mirage instead goes after his Pitot tubes and other air sampling probes, most of which are located at his wing tips, that's a bit different.
"Offended?" he chuckles. "Not at all. Had the same worry in asking you, actually." The jet settles his cup down on the table, lacking a better place to put it - sorry, Nightbeat!
Skyblast tries to twine himself up to Mirage's side and lead him back to the ramp, commenting, "My quarters ought to be empty. My room mates," no, they don't get names, "are out flying. Unless you have a better idea?" Those room mates will return sometime.
"Say, what is your background, anyway? You seem to know mine."
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Post by Mirage on Apr 10, 2008 11:39:42 GMT -5
Mirage makes no objection to Skyblast snuggling up to him, or to being led away from the party. Mirage does imagine that the two of them might spark a few comments with their closeness, and the thought makes him smirk. At least he won't be spending the rest of the evening alone like some. He does decide to hold on to the drink he barely touched; they might need it later.
He considers Skyblast's question, looking back over his shoulder, "I've not scouted other prospects for such liaisons." Yet. "My own roommates are still here, but I do not know for how long. At any event, I am not familiar enough with them to know if they would be easily offended or embarrassed were they to interrupt. Would your own?"
As they walk, he continues, "Information is my trade, though really I know little enough about you and those from your time. But I pay attention, and draw conclusions based on what I learn, connect the dots if you will." Mirage shrugs as best he can with a jet plastered against him, "I was high society, wanted for nothing, indulged every whim or excess as it took my fancy. I used to race and hunt, played the courtier's games of intrigue and seduction. Information was a valuable commodity even then, and my abilities much sought after. Now I'm a spy and infiltrator. Fallen grace."
All said so matter-of-factly, but still with a touch of something between wistfulness and bitterness. "Tonight has been rather an enjoyable, if bittersweet, reminder of times gone by. But I do not mean to be so maudlin in the face of what will surely be a most exquisite end to an excellent evening." He smiles down at Skyblast.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 10, 2008 12:52:20 GMT -5
Skyblast is all about the reactions! Half the fun of doing something - or someone - interesting is seeing how everyone else takes it. No one climbs Mount Everest and then never mentions it to anyone.
Skyblast has had some idle thoughts, here and there, but they've largely been disrupted. He considers Mirage's question and makes a bit of a distasteful face, thinking about Slingshot and Oracle. Biting back a curse, he replies, "Slingshot would be offended, I'm sure." Small rocks probably offend Slingshot. "I'm not sure Oracle would get it."
Oracle didn't seem to get what art was, after all.
Skyblast feels a twinge of sympathy for Mirage. Skyblast misses the idyllic days before the war, as well, when he actually had time for his art. He tries to give Mirage a comforting squeeze and comments, tone perfectly serious, "You could have afforded me for a private party, then."
Afforded Skyblast to paint as entertainment, of course. He wasn't alive long before the war, but most of his talent was innate, rather than learned. The Allspark makes some as thirst-quenching engines of destruction, but it also makes some as artists with sky in their sparks. Skyblast has worked all sorts of various venues: air shows, accompaniment for concerts, exhibitions - and yes, private parties.
"Hunting? One of the Arcees," yes, Skyblast's realities has several, "in my reality was a huntress. Went after turbofoxes, but she was quite the fox herself. Elegant, complex transformation, a sleek, swift motorcycle alternate mode..." he trails off and laughs slightly nervously. Chattering about Arcee is not playing to Mirage, is it? "...but you know, I could say that you're every bit as beautiful. Lean, clean lines, built for speed, and, in my optics, quite exotic-looking."
Even the tanks like Brawl don't have that many closed panels.
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Post by Mirage on Apr 10, 2008 18:26:58 GMT -5
Mirage leans into that comforting touch, trying to return it with a squeeze of his own, hand sliding down to rest at Skyblast's hip.
"She sounds quite intriguing, I admit, much more so than the one we have here. There was no Arcee in my reality at the time of my removal; for that matter, females in general were becoming scarce. They were always outnumbered, true, but...," he half-shrugs again, "I don't know why, but it seemed there were never new female sparks, so if one passed on...but I am rambling."
Mirage stops, leaning back against the wall and attempting to pull Skyblast against him, to cup his cheek with his free hand. Mayhap he should have left that drink on the table after all.
"Exotic? Not an adjective I've had directed at me before, but I would apply the same to you. While I can understand why many fall back on the 'half-naked and made of razor blades' description, it is hardly adequate to describe the complexity of your appearance, the alluring interplay of light and shadow created by all these, openings, these shifting panels." Mirage is allowed, will move his fingers to trace the seam where Skyblast's helm meets his cheek. "You are quite lovely, graceful..."
Mirage trails off, leaning down, and if not stopped will thoroughly kiss the skypainter before continuing, a wicked, wicked glint in his optics.
"Slingshot would be offended by my presence regardless of the circumstance, I think. If, say, you wished a bit of petty payback for his abandoning you."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 10, 2008 19:23:40 GMT -5
Skyblast is about to explain that most of their females are motorcycles, for some reason, but there can be no more females or males, for that matter, because they broke the Allspark. Of course, Perceptor seems to have a few ideas that may fix that, and speaking of Perceptor, he should ask the scientist if he can make energon stars, because unlike synth, those have some military applications, in addition to being delicious.
All of that is derailed by a kiss that Skyblast eagerly returns, stretching up on his tip toes and reaching to run his fingers over one of the side vents on Mirage's helmet.
"What makes you say that you'd offend Slingshot?" Skyblast asks curiously. After all, most things seem to offend Slingshot, but Mirage sounds rather sure. He tries to press a hand against Mirage's chest, considering that revenge, and he opines, "That's tempting, but I do have to live with him, and I'm sure command is going to dispatch us together at some point." However, his room is the next best thing to the Mile High Club, and as open-minded and as accommodating as Mirage has been, Skyblast generally doesn't ask people if they're up for freefall until he's gotten to know them better - mostly, how heavy they are. He can carry a reasonable amount of weight in flight with his talons. Skyblast smiles lopsidedly. "On the other hand, if he really has a problem with it, I know where he lives." He encourages, "C'mon."
Amusingly enough, Skyblast's room is right next to Mirage's.
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Post by Mirage on Apr 10, 2008 23:22:27 GMT -5
Mirage covers the hand on his chest with his own, attempts to lift and nip at Skyblast's fingers before answering, "He seemed quite upset with me at our last meeting. I took offense at his lack of concern for his weaponry, and he took offense at that offense."
He lets Skyblast pull him the short distance further to the three jets' room, and notes with a grin that it is next to his own, something he had not actually noticed before. How very convenient.
The room is dark when they enter, and Mirage reaches automatically over to hit the switch...and is struck speechless by the sheer wonder of Skyblast's work. Amazing, absolutely amazing. Nothing had been left untouched by his hand, every detail perfect. Mirage looks down, and while not one given trouble by heights, Mirage leans perhaps just a tad heavily on Skyblast for a moment. So realistic, so...
"Beautiful," he breathes before turning back to Skyblast. He tries to pull the skypainter to him, to lift Skyblast up and kiss him hard. It is the best way Mirage can think to show his appreciation for such work; words would fail.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 11, 2008 9:41:35 GMT -5
"So you were concerned about him, and he-" Skyblast sputters, but he cuts himself off. It's not right to be talking about Slingshot behind his back, and he doesn't want to be even thinking about Slingshot right now, about how Slingshot gets everything slagging handed to him and how doesn't appreciate any of it. All he wants to think about, as much as he's thinking about anything, is what he's going to do with Mirage.
At being pulled up, Skyblast automatically wraps his legs around Mirage's hips, if Mirage will let him. It's better than being held dangling, and the side-effects are better than the cure. He returns the kiss quite earnestly.
When the kiss is broken, Skyblast pointedly looks Mirage up and down and comments, "I'm pretty happy with the view, too."
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Post by Mirage on Apr 11, 2008 18:07:33 GMT -5
Mirage has not made a habit of picking partners significantly shorter than him. Not due to any conscious vertical prejudice, mind you; minibots in general just haven't piqued his interest enough. So having one wrapped so eagerly around him is a new experience. Mirage shifts his hold to better support Sky blast, hitching him higher so if Skyblast wishes he can settle his legs more comfortably around Mirage's hips.
Mirage could grow to like this.
"Do you now?" Mirage murmurs, moving to try and trail a line of nips and kisses along the line of Skyblast's jaw, "I think I'm quite fond of the view I'm seeing as well."
"I need a place to sit this," he says, tapping Skyblast's back lightly with the cup of energon, "so I might pay you proper attention. And if you might point me toward the proper berth?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 11, 2008 23:59:49 GMT -5
Skyblast changes his position a bit to better settle his legs around Mirage. He tries to curl an arm around Mirage's shoulders and agrees, "Oh yes, the peaks and ridges, the slopes - it's inspiring."
There is likely a table or desk of some sort, and Skyblast flings out his free arm to point at the nearest flat surface, commenting, "Of course, we might use it up." There are ever so many interesting things that can be done with energon. Then, he gestures to his berth with a flourish. His is lofted, partially to have more storage space for the art supplies Skyblast has been collecting, but mostly to be up higher. There is no ladder, but Mirage shouldn't find it a chore to scale it. Skyblast isn't that tall, and he has to be able to get up there. He usually jumps.
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Post by Mirage on Apr 12, 2008 10:20:54 GMT -5
"Hmmmm, you have a point," Mirage says in reply to Ksyblast's comment about the energon. He moves to the berth indicated, first setting the cup on one far end, then if Skyblast will allow, settling Skyblast on the berth as well. There is temptation in such positioning, but Mirage is curious as to just what use Skyblast might be considering for that energon, and if his ideas coincide with Mirage's own.
Mirage boosts himself up onto the berth, reaching again for Skyblast. it has been far, far too long, and Mirage intends to indulge his need for touch as much as Skyblast wlll allow. In fact, if Skyblast doesn't object, Mirage will stretch out on his back and pull the skypainter painter atop him. Mmmmm, cuddles.
"Now," he asks, hands never still, "What exactly were your ideas regarding that drink?"
Fading out?
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 12, 2008 15:14:31 GMT -5
Skyblast is unprotesting at Mirage's reshuffling of his position and even moves to better accommodate it, perching atop the spy with keen curiosity. He reaches out to brush his fingers down Mirage arms.
Skyblast's berth isn't exactly built big, but then, he isn't built big, either. They're going to have to stay close. It's almost like Skyblast planned it that way. He didn't, but he'd gladly take credit for it, if anyone asked.
The artist looks back at the drink, smiles lopsidedly, reaches to dips his index finger into the cup, and explains, "I don't think thought much comes into it, but..."
Fade to black!
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