Mistwind
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Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 6, 2011 1:19:04 GMT -5
Mistwind ignores Whirligig for the moment. He's looking at Firebolt, thoughtfully. "I.... don't have to keep anything up with you, little man" The Decepticon parrots, gaze shifting midway to the orange miner stuck underneath the Decepticon.
Uh oh, someone just laid ze wrong link within Mistwind's processor unit. His turbines drop just a bit. "This one should not attempt to help glitching faultives under any circumstance." He mutters to himself, taking distance.
//Two Autobots here, having downed one of our Decepticon tanks with explosives. Red of presumably the 'female' appearance, the second orange of the 'bladey' appearance. Please come and get them. And our tank please.//
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Post by Firebolt on Mar 6, 2011 22:11:05 GMT -5
"The heck is wrong with you?" Firebolt says, looking boggled and confused for a moment, before she flat out chooses to ignore him. Weird little bot.
"Oh hush, I'm worried for you, it's what friends do," she says, and then looks over the unconscious body. "Ok, I'm gonna try to lift up the body. You think you can pull yourself out?" she asks in a low voice while looking at him seriously.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Mar 7, 2011 14:00:33 GMT -5
"Who you callin' a what?" Whirligig says to Mistwind, even as he tries to catch Firebolt's gaze and swirl a finger in the air beside his head in what is total the universal symbol for 'dude is crazy'.
But, sudden changes in behavior in strange small bots aside, Whirligig is still totally stuck under a hunk of Decepticon. Not to be confused with being stuck under a hunky Decepticon, because Whirligig would probably be okay with that. Brawl is totally not his type, though.
He makes a face at Firebolt. "Less worrying, more lifting, Red! Before this lug wakes up."
Friends, huh? He's not entirely sure why what Firebolt said makes him uncomfortable. He's cool with friends. He likes friends! He has plenty of friends. They're just all dead, is all. It's just... friends and worrying kind of implies caring, and he's not sure he wants anybody caring about him. Especially since he's not sure he can return the favour.
"I'll owe you one, right? Y'know, if you ever get stuck under something heavy or something. Just don't expect me to worry." He crosses his arms looks stubborn, keeping an eye on Mistwind.
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Mistwind
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Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 11, 2011 4:30:43 GMT -5
Irritated by Whirligig's staring, Mistwind sticks out his tongue, blatantly mocking the other.
Not much else he's going to do at the moment. The radio stays silent, but is also not his problem. Mistwind did as much as he could.
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Post by Firebolt on Mar 12, 2011 20:39:54 GMT -5
"Oh fine," Firebolt huffs and then kneels down and pushes against Brawl's body, heaving the best she can so Whirligig can move out.
"Hurry it up, can't keep this up for so long!" She winces a bit as she steadies herself.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Mar 14, 2011 12:14:01 GMT -5
"Vroom-vroom!" Setting his wheels spinning again - well, two out of three. Ol' Righty seems to be taking exception to having a Decepticon dropped on in. Wimp. - Whirligig quickly backs out from under Brawl and tries to stand up. It takes a few punches to his right hip to get the leg to somewhat behave and then he tugs his skirt back down to preserve his non-existent dignity.
And then, because doing the smart thing is boring, he steps forward and tries to prod Brawl with a toe. "So, how long d'you think he'll be out?"
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Mistwind
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Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 16, 2011 23:49:36 GMT -5
Mistwind leans against a rusted lamppost, seemingly amused.
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Post by Firebolt on Mar 20, 2011 20:08:09 GMT -5
Firebolt was holding her hand out just in case Whirligig needs any help, but was surprised he didn't. She grins a bit, then looks down as well and pokes a few times at Brawl as well.
"I dunno. I really don't want to stick around to find out. Wanna say we split and head back to the ship?" She asks, and straightens up, looking over at Mistwind for a moment before back at Whirligig.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Mar 20, 2011 20:21:39 GMT -5
Brawl kicks reflexively at Whirligig's nudge and the Autobot dances back. Well, tries to, but it's more like unbalanced flailing than dancing, because his hip is still a jerk. Scratching the back of his head he looks at Brawl, then Mistwind, then finally Firebolt and shrugs.
"Yeah, sure, that sounds good. This was kind of weird." Limping back to the grimy sidewalk that runs through the park, he quirks a brow at Firebolt and says, "What happens in Basin City stays in Basin City?"
OOC: Posing of Brawl done with permission.
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Mistwind
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Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 20, 2011 20:34:47 GMT -5
Behind their backs, Mistwind breaks out with a feral grin, making a radio call. He sits down on a bench, playing watchguard for the tank.
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Post by Firebolt on Mar 20, 2011 21:53:34 GMT -5
Firebolt turns, brushes off her pants and then starts to leave. "And to think, this all started because we were feeding birds," she says, while walking on away.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Mar 20, 2011 22:04:21 GMT -5
"Birds are tricky like that," Whirligig says, walking next to Firebolt. "I mean, they'll say they're your friends and all, but seriously they will turn on you like that." He snaps his fingers.
"Happened to a friend of mine..." As he leaves the park, he breaks into a long ramble about the troubles with birds that he makes up as he goes along.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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Mistwind
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Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 26, 2011 19:02:33 GMT -5
Mistwind waits.
Birds gather by his feet, curious to see if he's gonna feed them just like the two other bots did. The 'Con gives the filthy organic husks a feral grin....
Birds will die with increased speed today.
-Going skippable-
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