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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 25, 2011 21:15:49 GMT -5
//I just said I will, didn't I?// Sentinel Prime reminds, sounding faintly annoyed. //Anyway, it's no big deal. I used to be expected to wring the best out of people.//
There'd be an appraising leer now, if he could manage one. Unfortunately, Sentinel Prime can't, so Perceptor is just going to have to imagine a violating gaze, sizing him up like he was a last year's model sitting out on the dealer's lot with his hood up and sale stickers plastered to his windows.
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 8, 2011 19:41:50 GMT -5
Despite Sentinel not being able to accurately portray his intent, Perceptor... still rather feels it. Or maybe that's just a shiver of dread trip-hammering up and down his dorsal struts?
Either way, it's not a pleasant sensation.
Perceptor is juuuust..... going to concentrate on making these repairs now.
ooc: fade out?
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jun 9, 2011 20:57:17 GMT -5
A little terror is good for one! At least in this ex-sergeant's book. Scared, confused, and exhausted. That's a good look for anyone in training. Sometime during the repairs, Sentinel Prime passes out, so Perceptor will have a quiet time of it. - - - OOC: Fade!
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