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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Feb 5, 2012 20:28:59 GMT -5
Ugh, and he just got up and everything! Bane looks incredibly put-upon as he stops and turns around slowly, as though he has the inertia of an armored truck rather than just that of an over-sized human. He knocks his elbow against the door to close it after Guido leaves, and it slams shut with enough force to make the frame rattle.
Then he returns heavily to his seat, idly stroking the bump in his coat pocket, and levels his ever-present glare on Mr. Aldrin.
"What?"
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Feb 6, 2012 19:31:01 GMT -5
Rook leans back in his chair to watch Bane Crusher almost walk out of the room and then walk back in. He makes careful note of the gait, the carriage, steepling his fingers. He's quite proud of his current fingers. They have such sleek lines, and the silver ring on the left ring finger is really classy. Pity about what had to happen to the person he scanned them from.
"So, Mr. Crusher, you're using a pseudonym, yes? Hypothetically speaking, if you were to be among . . . perhaps not friends, in your case, but comrades, is there anythink you'd like to say?"
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 6, 2012 23:00:53 GMT -5
Guido, out in the secure inner office, goes through the job listings again, reading them several times before shrugging and giving up. He can't figure out the special angle. Dr. DementoDestructo is looking for people with "tropical environment" experience, so Guido skips that one. Probably the Energon Rubies in Burma again, like I want to get mixed up in something that brewed up half the Combatties... Besides, it's a tropical hellhole. Shitcan this.
Guido eventually picks one of the two jobs that isn't (a) Dr. Destructo, (b) The Comic, or (c) the demon-worshipping cultists. It never occurs to him that he has no idea who the 'Combatties' are or what an Energon Ruby is or why he knows they are in Burma.
---- Skippable until/if called for
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 8, 2012 13:41:06 GMT -5
With the door locked, and the surveillance system of the room disabled, they are well and truly alone. So Arthur quirks an eyebrow at Rook choosing to err on the side of caution. But he supposed that he can't blame the Predacon.
He steps around the table, his smile fading fast, leaving a face that is more like an expression less mask, with all of his emotion contained to his intelligence eyes. Fearlessly he approaches the giant of a man, his arms crossed, eyes narrowing as he gazes up at him. "Especially if those comrades suffer from the same infliction as you do now."
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Feb 8, 2012 22:31:11 GMT -5
"That I'm going to dance on their bones some day," Bane says with a growl. "Sooner rather than later if they don't get to the slagging point. I'm a Decepticon warrior, not a rusted politician."
Bonecrusher isn't much of one for secrecy. It helps that he could still probably crush most people's skulls in one hand.
He'd cross his arms grumpily, but he has an armful of coat to be careful of.
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Post by Rook on Feb 10, 2012 15:39:30 GMT -5
Rook chose to err on the side of caution because he had no way of knowing that Onslaught had disabled the surveillance system.
"A Decepticon warrior should know the value of discretion. That's why they're called Decepticons and not Berzerkticons. If the Autobots had found you first, your pathetic excuse for a pseudonym would have done little to conceal your identity," Rook says, switching back to his usual British-ish (And decidely male) drawl.
He still isn't sure the room is secure, but the cat's out of the bag already if it isn't. And they've got Bonecrusher here, so they can always murder all the witnesses if they need to.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 10, 2012 18:00:18 GMT -5
The confrontation between Bonecrusher and Rook is rather amusing. He chooses to enjoy it as it plays out, but then he steps in, fixing his gaze on the Decepticon.
"I am Onslaught. That is Rook, though he was not affected by the Event. He is merely utilizing his unique method of disguising himself. I had a pre-existing life trusted onto me, one where I work for this recruitment agency. I have been using it's resources to find more of our kind, and now we have found you. There, I got to the point. I would ask if this makes you happy, but I know that you never are."
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Feb 10, 2012 23:44:39 GMT -5
The cat's not out of the bag, it's in Bane's coat pocket.
"Discretion is for scouts and spies, not frontliners," Bonecrusher grumbles. He shrugs at Onslaught-Aldrin. "Whatever."
Rook does get a baleful look, however, like Bonecrusher is wondering if tearing out the Predacon's spark and eating it might return him to his regular form.
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Post by Rook on Feb 12, 2012 15:22:55 GMT -5
"Ah, how foolish of me. I defer to your military expertise, being but a humble civilian myself. A frontline soldier has no need of stealth or discretion. That would be why you never adopted a local vehicle mode upon first arriving on Earth, yes?" Rook counters.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 14, 2012 19:46:29 GMT -5
"Do not antagonize the grunt, Rook. He already hates you, he requires no further motivation." Arthur comments all too off handedly, though he's none the less amused by the raven's biting words. Then, he turns towards Bane again, crossing his arms as he does. "Now that we have found you, you will work for whatever we tell you too. I will be your contact. When I am able, I will supply you with a portable and personal communicator. That is an order, on behalf of Lord Starscream."
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Feb 15, 2012 21:32:31 GMT -5
Bane growls at Arthur for calling him a grunt. It may be true, but he still hates it. Rook kind of has a point, and he really hates that, and he mutters, "That was orders."
Then he shrugs long-sufferingly at the order Arthur is apparently passing down from Starscream. "Whatever. As long as I get money." He needs money. For things.
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Post by Rook on Feb 18, 2012 21:00:38 GMT -5
"Oh, very well," Rook says testily, waving a hand. It's not often he gets to start a fight with a frontliner and win. (A battle of wits still counts.)
"If you need a bit of capital right now, I can provide you with enough for living expenses. It won't do to have you on the street," he insists.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 21, 2012 13:01:58 GMT -5
"Naturally, you will be adequately compensated for your time, just as any other who would apply here. I will see if I can move some funds around. After all, us Decepticons have to stand together."
Then, Arthur looks at Rook as he makes his own offer. Seems that the bird was thinking the same thing. "If you do not have a proper identity, I will fabricate one for you."
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Feb 23, 2012 16:47:03 GMT -5
"Yeah," Bonecrusher says to Rook, "I need some. Don't really have any now." He shifts his gaze to Arthur, expression sour. "Need that, too. I guess."
Ugh, they're being actually helpful. How terribly irritating.
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Post by Rook on Feb 24, 2012 16:41:04 GMT -5
Rook reaches into the purse that came with the skin he's currently wearing and pulls out a prepaid gift card for a major chain super-store, (the kind that sells everything), a prepaid cell phone, a year-long bus pass for the Detroit public transit system and a few hundred dollars in cash. He slides them across the table to Bonecrusher with two fingers and says, "Keep the phone turned on. I'll call you to tell you which hotel you'll be staying at." He'll even make sure it's one that allows pets.
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