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Post by Needlenose on Oct 14, 2013 16:54:57 GMT -5
Needlenose waves a hand absently. "No, no, I have a facemask because it looks fantastic." Also, because Needlenose has a terrible, terrible poker-face without one. "Besides, it's not 'wearing'. I don't have a mouth under this, this is my face! Besides, what's the meaning of 'old' when we can build ourselves new bodies on a whim?" He leans towards Mistwind before adding conspiratorially, "You know, I used to be a car."
He considers Rook's proposal. "Stasis or long missions are probably the best plan. The likes of myself and Spinister are really only effective on those smart enough to realize their lives are in danger if they keep angering the wrong people, and sadly, I suspect most of our biggest problems don't fall under that category." He shakes his head sadly, antenna drooping. "It worked so well back home, but here? I fear we'd begin depleting our own forces by a fair amount before the message became clear."
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Oct 15, 2013 14:16:58 GMT -5
“Good upgrade, Mister Needlenose Sir. Now you're a jet!” Is the approving compliment that comes from the small mech. Mistwind likes jets. Nothing beats a jet. “Spinister doesn't have a mouth too, right, Mister Needlenose Sir?” energon cube is lifted up with both hands so Mistwind can sip. Then suddenly he nearly chokes on it, promptly inducing a coughing fit while he stammers in excitement; “Aaaah! You don't have a mouth!! Spinister doesn't have a mouth, Scourge doesn't have a mouth, Starscream doesn't... really... have a mouth... Shockwave definitely doesn't have one either! And neither does Onslaught and the combaticons” He stares blankly off into the distance in wondrous realization and whispers;
“The most powerful mechs don't have mouths.... so a mech lacking a mouth is very powerful?”
He shifts his glance to Rook, frowning while still mulling over the possibility of his realization, "There's no other way to learn, Mister Rook Sir? Ah... that's.... unfortunate then. Luckily those decisions will be made for me by command!"
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Oct 20, 2013 7:13:08 GMT -5
"If facial hair was to come into fashion, would you wear it, Needlenose? Perhaps a goatee or a walrus mustache?" The little Predacon smirks at the image, then nods along as the Mayhem talks. "I believe you underestime our comrades' intelligence when it comes to self-preservation. Even Bonecrusher has responded quite well to periodic injury in lieu of actual deactivation."
An eyeridge quirks. "Correlation does not imply causation, Mistwind. Besides, I've yet to hear of a Megatron without a mouth," Rook says, then smiles indulgently. "Ah, I find your naivete and lack of ambition to be a breath of fresh air."
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Post by Needlenose on Oct 20, 2013 16:50:20 GMT -5
"Darlking, all my upgrades are great upgrades," Needlenose responds off-handedly to Mistwind. "And it really wouldn't be proper for me to discuss Spinister's status as a potential non-mouth-bearer without him here! As for the mouth-and-power association, I should point out that most of the individual Constructicons don't have mouths, and yet their combined form, which is much more powerful, does have one, so I wouldn't rely too much on that. Nor would I suggest you go bolting a plate over your own mouth any time soon!"
He glances at Rook with a shrugs. "If it's going to be fashionable, they'd have to come up with a better name for it than 'walrus mustache'," he sniffs. Then he shrugs. "Possibly. But you can be sure that if I'm wearing it, I'd rock that goatee." He'd probably need a mouth first, though.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Oct 21, 2013 13:24:57 GMT -5
Mistwind blinks at Rook, "But Mister Rook Sir, we don't need fresh air.... oh." he falls silent, before hastily offering, "Good one, Mister Rook Sir. This one will grow out of the first one, Sir."
He dips his head and shoulders a bit lower and nods at Needlenose's correction, "Affirmative, Mister Needlenose Sir, your upgrades are great upgrades, Sir. And negative, Sir, it wasn't my intention to discuss Mister Spinister in his absence, Mister Needlenose Sir. And this unit also promises to not rely on the missing of mouths to indicate a unit's power, Mister Needlenose Sir, nor remove my own, Sir." his optics flit around lightning fast to check if he picked up the bits of advise in a manner that satisfied the other mechs before taking a sip. You can't talk when your mouth is filled with energon, after all.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Oct 26, 2013 19:18:15 GMT -5
"Ah, but what's in a name? Call it something different and start a new trend. They'd be calling it the Needlenose mustache soon enough."
Rook looks over at Mistwind as he claims he'll eventually grow out of his naivete, smiling as if at a private joke. It would be gauche to tell Mistwind he ought to grow out of it before it kills him.
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Slugslinger
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And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Oct 28, 2013 7:34:57 GMT -5
OOC: Geeze, I am so sorry, all. Some, ah, work drama swept me up there. Craziness. Got kind of a lateral promotion out of it though!
Slugslinger is more than content to play the dope listening to this somewhat high-handed discussion of conquest and all that business. It isn't as though he has much to input, he tells himself as he sips his drink. Megatron's intentions weren't the clearest to him even before there was that sticky business of annihilating entire battalions of Terrorcons and he doesn't care for the idea of discussing Alpha Q's plans. He daren't tackle the idea of bringing up Unicron's plans because that isn't the sort of thing for him to know. He's just a grunt enjoying the ride while he can.
And what a ride it's turning out to be, he thinks with a low chuckle into his cube just as Rook says something about a Needlenose moustache. The party, on the other hand… well. He glances up and gives the door a bit of a sour face, shoulder vanes pitched downward in annoyance. Did every Decepticon on board lose their sense of fun when they ditched the flesh suits?
"Kind of expected more of a turnout," he mutters, frowning with the 'good' side of his face. It doesn't do much for the grimace on the other half. "Maybe they're just walking slow."
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Post by Needlenose on Nov 1, 2013 11:00:35 GMT -5
Needlenose waves a hand absently. "For a mustache, I'd have to keep my nose, something I think it's high time for me to get rid of as it is." He nods his head firmly. "Noses are on their way out, in case you haven't noticed."
Seriously, look at all the newer Transformer series! No-noses are the wave of the future!
He glances at Slugslinger, and then his antennae partially lower while his optics narrow as he glances towards the door. "Obviously never got the word that late is no longer fashionable," he observes sagely.
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Skywarp
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Post by Skywarp on Nov 2, 2013 8:09:32 GMT -5
OOC: Posting both my characters in on this post because I can. Moohaha.
Skywarp never was good with fashion. The omnipresent Wind Sheer sitting quietly on his shoulders, he stands in the doorway when it opens again, all black and purple framing the slightly narrower and far brighter red and orange riot that is Flame, who looks only a touch anxious about his situation. Flame peers back at the jet with dull, glassy blue optics and makes an only vaguely interested noise, as if to indicate that yes, he's still listening in the barest sense of the word.
"It can't be all that bad," Skywarp says insistently, with the air of someone who's said that phrase many times very recently. Flame just sighs a quavering sigh and precedes the jet into the mess hall, worrying his fingers together and giving Needlenose a circumspect bob of his upper body, almost a bow, before anyone else in the room. By contrast, Skywarp's attention focuses on Slugslinger first; he doesn't salute – too formal, he guesses, given the invitation the air commander issued over the radio – but he addresses his superior with a sharp nod. Wind Sheer does salute, but he's the lowest on the totem pole so it's best that he show the utmost respect and deference. He wants to stay alive and sane, after all. "I met Flame on the way up," Skywarp explains even as he steps away from the odd tank. He can't smile, face not built for it, but he sounds pleasant enough. "Got a bit distracted. Sorry about that, sir."
He actually tried pushing Flame at first because the other Decepticon walks rather slowly, but Flame seems incredibly touchy about physical contact and it became an overall better idea to avoid further provocation.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 2, 2013 11:02:44 GMT -5
Mistwind is making sure to be slow about drinking while conversation shifts around. When the door opens to reveal Flame and the new Decepticon who joined them recently, Mistwind freezes, head lifting slowly. He keeps silent and still. Needlenose, Rook and Slugslinger? He, er, 'trusts'. Each up to a certain degree. That degree can be zero.
Flame was an Autobot and therefore can not be trusted. Skywarp, he doesn't know him yet. Mistwind arcs his head downwards on its way to settle back on his energon cube. In that moment his optics flicker over the visible wings, the thrusters each located on a shoulder. As his vision naturally moves past the chest he quickly takes in the vents and lights and the cockpit. When his field of view settles onto his drink, Mistwind has also spotted the Decepticon jet's feet. He swirls his cube a bit, playing with it in appearing distraction of the colors and the way the fuel twirls around. In truth, his processor loops back what he saw during that moment, running past the features again, and again.
Mistwind doesn't know Skywarp. But the part of his mind that is interested in jets and is thus threatening to purr at this new configuration he just saw is telling him that he should get to know Skywarp. Really, he should! Which... totally means he'll be sitting here staring down his cube until he feels secure enough that looking up won't make him squee, thank you.
Congratulations on the promotion! =D
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Slugslinger
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And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Nov 7, 2013 10:07:20 GMT -5
OOC: Looks like I'm skipping Rook since he timed out?
"About time we got some more bodies!" Slugslinger belts out a little too loudly, grin cracking both halves of his face as he sweeps one arm wide in a welcoming gesture. Yes, even to Flame. "C'mon, c'mon, belly up. Either of you good at music?" With the air of someone who has less visual acuity than he, Slugslinger does a quick double take at the saluting Mini-Con, as though he hadn't seen the little guy until just now. Then he smiles a sinuous smile, left eye halfway shut. "Sorry," he adds, deliberately insincere, and tips his empty, open hand towards Wind Sheer. "Any of you. Didn't mean to leave out the little barnacle up there. You blend in pretty good, shortstack!"
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Post by Needlenose on Nov 10, 2013 17:01:55 GMT -5
"See?" Needlenose crows. ""No longer fashionable at all! After all, Flame is late, and he doesn't have the sense not to 'dress' like one of the more prominent Autobots!" Despite the Mayhem's words, the wave that he uses to return Flame's nod is friendly enough. "Welcome in, friends! Do grab a drink, will you?" The curve of his optics suggest that he might have been grinning, if he had a mouth.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Nov 13, 2013 14:55:40 GMT -5
She might have mostly been late because she was trying to convince Wreckage that parties weren’t that bad. Mind you, the last party Skystrike had been at was the one where the Decepticons were mingling with the weird anti-Autobots. That had been a bit weird. But it hadn’t been bad? But it had been weird.
Anyways, here she was. It would be nice to see everyone again now that the human debacle was over, she thinks. Maybe? Something about being human had given her the desire to just… be around proper Cybertronians again, even if it wasn’t necessarily going to end well. That’s why the exit door existed though. The exit door and some extra energon.
Giving the ranking officers are respectful incline of the helm as she strides in, she takes note of who was in the room before heading for the dispenser to grab two cubes. She is not good at music so she doesn’t answer that.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Nov 13, 2013 14:56:24 GMT -5
“Well, if no one else wants to get the music going, I hope no one minds me!” Vortex says, striding in. He was late because he went off to find/steal some speakers. Now he may not be THE most musically inclined mech around, but at least Vortex was enough of a party mech to have a general idea of what to do with music. Just nothing from earth at the moment though. Earth anything was kind of a touchy thing.
He tosses off the most not-salute ever to the ranking mechs and goes off to set things up.
Oh, and he sees you over there Flame. He does! And he remembers that kinky medbay episode. Prepare to have an obnoxious helicopter waaaaaaaaaay too close by as soon as he is done here.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Nov 17, 2013 12:07:36 GMT -5
OOC: Pretty sure it is okay for me to post at this point.
Rook inclines his head at the new arrivals as they walk in, side-eyeing Vortex as he goes off to do whatever it is he's going to do. Having a wacky torturer DJ-ing should be interesting.
"Skywarp, how are you settling in?" he asks conversationally.
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