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Foils
May 22, 2011 20:45:09 GMT -5
Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 22, 2011 20:45:09 GMT -5
Impactor narrows his optics and studies Emirate Xaaron for awhile. Finally he gives a single, faint nod.
"Well, if you transforming more often means less of that, I'll count that as a good thing." He absently flips the video game system over with the tip of his harpoon, then begins to scratch out an absent-minded swirl on Rodimus's desk.
"Though I'm getting the feeling it also means saving you from yourself more often, too, and that was annoying enough before."
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Foils
May 24, 2011 20:31:47 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 24, 2011 20:31:47 GMT -5
"I'll get used to transforming again, eventually. It's just in the meantime, I - hey!" Emirate Xaaron tries to grab Impactor's harpoon arm and yank it off Rodimus Prime's desk. He insists, "That's Rodimus Prime's desk. You can doodle on mine."
So, yes, Impactor gets to deal with more of Emirate Xaaron grabbing dangerous things.
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Foils
May 27, 2011 12:14:37 GMT -5
Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 27, 2011 12:14:37 GMT -5
Impactor snatches his harpoon arm away from Xaaron before he can grab it. Which, on the up side, means that Impactor is no longer doodling on the desk. He looks down at Xaaron, then looks down at the squiggles, then at Xaaron, and shrugs. The move had been absent-minded, anyway. Impactor isn't really dedicated to doodling on any desks.
"Good. Get used to it," he says, lowering his arm. He turns towards the door, starting to move out, then stops, remembering why he had come to talk to the Emirate to begin with. He turns towards Xaaron.
"The hard light sim room. Level with me. Where'd that come from?"
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Foils
May 28, 2011 20:56:13 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 28, 2011 20:56:13 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron bites his lip, which tugs his stitches oddly, and he folds his hands behind his back. he sighs, tries to look Impactor in the optics, and says flatly, "Impactor, I can't tell you why we have a hard light sim room. Perceptor built it, but he doesn't know where the plans came from. Impactor, you must understand that there are something I cannot share with you. I know that's different. You're used to working more closely with me and being in command of your own team, but we aren't, and you aren't."
What are they to each other, anymore?
Very little.
Perhaps.
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Foils
May 30, 2011 18:00:16 GMT -5
Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 30, 2011 18:00:16 GMT -5
Impactor nods, smirking faintly. "Good enough. I'll assume it's been checked proper, then," and that's that. Impactor drops it, because he does understand that there are some things that don't get passed to the lower ranks, and now, for the first time in ages, he is the lower ranks.
He turns to head towards the door. "Try not to kill yourself getting used to transforming, huh?"
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Foils
Jun 1, 2011 20:21:41 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jun 1, 2011 20:21:41 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm never trying," Emirate Xaaron replies, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips. He moves nearer to Impactor and adds, a hint of something almost manic in his optics, "But I would like to know you better."
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Foils
Jun 6, 2011 17:06:31 GMT -5
Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jun 6, 2011 17:06:31 GMT -5
Impactor snorts.
"You're always trying," he growls back as he closes the distance to the door. Before stepping out, he pauses.
"But that's good to hear."
And then he's gone.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Foils
Jun 6, 2011 20:56:52 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jun 6, 2011 20:56:52 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron pulls back, almost as if slapped, and he stares at the door for a long moment. Then he sinks into his chair and gets back to work.
OOC: Wrap.
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