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Post by Breakaway on Jul 16, 2013 17:53:59 GMT -5
"Yeah. What's wrong with Rodimus and Kup? I mean, they're officers, but I'm sure it's not their fault. I mean, I'm an officer. Technically. More of an NCO, really. Kind of." Breakaway looks disgruntled for a moment at this admission.
"A dungeons and what-huh? You lost me there, Skid-Z." Neither Breakaway nor his human alter-ego ever played any tabletop roleplaying games with his younger brother, and never had a 14th-level elven paladin. Because that would be embarrassing and uncool.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Aug 5, 2013 11:04:29 GMT -5
"Um. I kind of almost. Maybe. Sort of. Caused Rodimus...?" To die. Mayday glances at Skid-Z and purses his lips. "Uh, you know what, never mind."
He scratches awkwardly at the back of his head, then suddenly startles as something clicks through his brain. "Wait, Kup as a bard?"
That. Mayday isn't sure what to do with that mental image.
OOC: Aaaah, I'm so sorry for taking forever, guys! D:
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Skid-Z
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Post by Skid-Z on Aug 11, 2013 16:46:35 GMT -5
"It's a game, Breaks. And a meme. Never played, but encountered the trope on the internet when..." He pauses, "When being... human." A shiver runs down his frame and his wheels burst a quick spin in their casings as if to reject the thought. He caught Mayday's glance and replies with one raised brow ridge but seems not to care much for the blue mechs antics otherwise, "Yes, he loves telling stories, bards love to tell stories. Seems to fit."
Skid-Z aims the gun he picked up on a target, and fires off a few shots. He's not excellent, but he is properly trained. His wheels occasionally turn a bit, and the scout shifts his stance often.
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Post by Breakaway on Aug 18, 2013 17:40:40 GMT -5
"Oh right, you locked Rodimus out when he was dying of Cosmic Rust. I'm sure he doesn't hold that against you," Breakaway says. He has the decency to look a little uncertain when he says it, though.
"Eeeh, Fighter/Bard, maybe. Really, more like fighter with a bunch of cross-class ranks in Perform (Storytelling)," he opines. He's willing to admit to having some kind of knowledge of nerdy things if the price of not doing so is Kup being a single-classed bard.
He shrugs. "Anyway, it's all just down to physics, right? You're a starship pilot, the only difference between artillery fire and putting a ship into orbit is the curve is different and the projectile doesn't move under its own power." Actually there are probably a whole lot more differences, but Breakaway doesn't know what they are. He just trusts Mayday is smart enough to figure it all out if he has to.
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Post by Skid-Z on Sept 7, 2013 18:49:59 GMT -5
Skid-Z halts his exercise fluidly as Breakaway casually throws it out there that Mayday did something quite nasty when the ship went to chaos. His rifle is lowered rather smoothly as the racer simply disengages himself from the stance. He rests like that for a small moment, before putting the gun to safety-lock and turning towards the two.
There's a feral grin on Skid-Z's face as he quips, "'know nothing of Dungeons-and-whatnow', huh, Breaks? Like slag you do." He says this in a friendly way, a mildly amused laugh ringing through the words. He seems to be ignoring Mayday and what Breakaway mentioned about Rodimus Prime.
"Now, if you two are going to talk mathematics and more things theory, instead of practicing with the firing range... I would like to get back on my wheels and into a race." Now, his tone becomes a bit agitated, obviously longing at the thought and his wheels spin again accordingly.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Sept 8, 2013 11:34:11 GMT -5
Mayday makes a few flailing motions as Breakaway mentions his panicky little indiscretion, because by the Allspark, he doesn't want the whole ship to hate him! He had enough people that got angry with him when it happened! Even if some of them kind of sort of agreed that they understood his choice, it was just the wrong choice because of reasons.
His little moment of social panic is cut short, however, as Skid-Z seemingly ignores that fact.
"Er." He glances at the hard light rifle in his hands, then back at the targets, then over to Breakaway, shrugging helplessly. So he's probably best leaving the sniping to his friend. But if Breakaway thinks he should practice shooting anyway, he will totally do that.
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Post by Breakaway on Sept 15, 2013 11:02:03 GMT -5
"Mayday, I mean, Maddox's group needed a fourth!" he protests. "I mean, that's the memory that got implanted in my head. I'm still not clear on if it ever actually happened in some sort of alternate reality or whatever."
He shrugs, looking from Skid-Z to Mayday. "It's never a bad idea to work on your aim, and I don't think we can have a race track and a shooting range at the same time. Well, not a very big race track, anyway."
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Post by Skid-Z on Sept 16, 2013 18:24:22 GMT -5
“You think?” Skid-Z repeats, nodding in agreement. His wheels spin again, an accelerated burst of energy flowing through them that would put him near instant top speed if he were in vehicle mode. “Yup, sounds about right; you think,” He turns to the weapons rack, grabs a sniper rifle that just so happens to be pretty close (or even bang on) to Breakaway’s preferred weapon, and throws it in a ‘catch!’ motion towards the jet, “You know what? Challenge darn right accepted!”
He walks up to the simulator console and checks the room’s parameters, “Mayday, I propose a different exercise. Hope you guys played paintball when you were humans, let's see how well we can mix racing and target practice.” On cue, a holographic preview of a hybrid map with plenty of snipe spots and room to move in vehicle mode pops up for the group to validate. “Now, of course, Mayday is learning… We have to compensate for that.” Skid-Z gives the both of them a challenging grin, “You two, against me. Do I hear an accept?"
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Nov 16, 2013 20:35:03 GMT -5
Mayday glances back and forth between Skid-Z, Breakaway, and the simulated guns, brow gradually furrowing.
The idea of shooting at one of his crewmates, even if it is just pretend, makes his fuel tanks churn uneasily. And being competitive and having to compare his shooting to Breakaway's with someone watching and just- nope. Nope nope nope. This is too much for him.
"That, um- It, uh. Sounds. Neat? But I think, I might have. Er. Thing. Do thing. I think I have a thing to do." He fumbles to return his hard light weapon to the rack, wincing when he manages to drop it on the floor.
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Post by Breakaway on Nov 23, 2013 18:05:43 GMT -5
Breakaway fiddles with his canopy, a nervous gesture. "I'm actually kind of burned out on combat sims right now, Skid-Z. The brass has had me running exercises for the Autobot fliers pretty regularly. Don't think I want to take on another one, even with just the three of us."
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Post by Skid-Z on Nov 23, 2013 19:31:58 GMT -5
Skid-Z has no trouble meeting both glances and he listens silently as Mayday talks about having things to do and Breakaway tries to back out without loss of face.
He grins, a slightly feral glint in his optics, "Well, I suppose that without a high caliber of skill and a quick mind it would indeed be very difficult to take it up against me." He drawls, "We'll have a go some other time, then."
"So I take it you're done?" You put that open door up yourself, Mayday. Still, it doesn't seem that Skid-Z is intended on seeing people leave. He only seems more focused on getting back to his race if no-one's going to accept his challenge.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Dec 7, 2013 13:21:32 GMT -5
Mayday cringes a little as Skid-Z implies that Breakaway is less than totally awesome at shooting. He resists the urge to huffily defend his friend's honor and sniping abilities, picking up the gun and shoving it back on the rack - never mind that the whole thing can just be dismissed with a word. He needs to be neat. As fun as watching Breakaway be the coolest guy ever would be, he wanted to spend some quality time with his friend, whether that be being taught to shoot or... something else!
"H-hey Breakaway, I've been meaning to, uh, go on a spacewalk around the E.H.'s surface... wanna make sure I don't float off into space and burn up horribly when I get caught in Earth's gravity well and fall to my doom?"
It's a perfectly friendly invitation!
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