Skywarp
Cadet
Tall, Dark, and Moody
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Post by Skywarp on Jan 31, 2014 23:00:11 GMT -5
Now, the bulks were all considerably larger than Wind Sheer's people. He has a little trouble swallowing the notion that Mistwind is somehow a Bulk, only… fun-sized. But it seems rude to argue and he doesn't want to cause a scene – he can't stand the thought and Skywarp would almost certainly be cross with him – so he nods.
"I see," he says in a pleasant tone. "No, no," he continues, trying to keep up with Mistwind's liveliness, "no, I'm a… separate mechanism." He wants to say independent, but that's hardly the case. "I can link to Skywarp, if he directs me to. But I'm not sure what to tell you about that because I don't know what stories you've heard."
Where the Minicon seems to be getting on well enough, Skywarp gets the feeling from Duskwing's abruptly sour turn that his humour was ill-placed. He really should remember he can't joke with these new crewmates the way he could with the other Decepticons back home. He gives Duskwing a chagrined look and tilts himself a few degrees forward as if to let Duskwing hit him square in the face. It's the best way he can think to make his sincerity clear.
"I'm sorry," he says, "that I've offended you. I didn't mean any insult." He grimaces, a pinching round his optics since he lacks the mouth to articulate it properly. "Keep forgetting I'm not among the sort of friends I can joke around with like that."
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 3, 2014 9:31:24 GMT -5
Duskwing was ready to duck a blow or manage a surly reply--the apology takes him by surprise. He stares at Skywarp for a moment with a confused look on his face. No one tougher or higher-ranking than him has ever apologized to Duskwing! Maybe the guy isn't as tough as he looks? Nah, this is Skywarp, Starscream's left-hand, part of Megatron's High Command. (Duskwing has always been a bit oblivious to the differences between universes). This guy isn't afraid of Duskwing, no way, no how.
"Uh. Okay. See, I used to have dis glitched linguistic processor before they rebuilt me, and I got kinda tired a' getting cracks 'bout bein' underclocked all the time, see?" Duskwing shrugs, his wings shifting up and down.
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Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Feb 3, 2014 23:12:37 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Swindle's clever message – and it would be brilliant were it not lost in translation – Slugslinger has never seen such a beverage before, much less does he know its name. If it makes him sick, well, that's what the medics are for, and he's the sort of brazen idiot who wouldn't think twice about free drinks.
"Sure, sure," he says, then throws back the drink in two or three huge gulps. It doesn't taste as tarry as it looks. "I ain't buying anything from you, if that's what you're getting at," he goes on once he's done with his drink and sets the cube down. He grins, expression pulling the right half of his face in an unflattering direction. "I got all the weapons I need." But not enough entertainment! With a brassy laugh, he turns and surveys the room, trying to size up the best targets. Flame… no, he decides, he'll let the twitchy tank get a little more comfortable before going back to him. He still wants a better plan before taking on Wreckage, and the thought makes his shoulder vanes dip a little in irritation. "Party's not too bad, I guess," he says idly to Swindle over his shoulder, mostly to fill the air. Maybe he should poke Skywarp. Wouldn't the overachiever love to hear about his future?
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Mistwind
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Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Feb 4, 2014 14:28:24 GMT -5
Mistwind narrows his optics thoughtfully, "Mister Duskwing asked me if my linking worked like a Minicons, so that tells me that you're not bound to one mech; it works on others who can have you. And I've heard that linking makes the big mechs stronger." He shrugs, "You are a kind of combiner, and... you have to be combined with the big mechs to be able to give the good things that you give them? That is how I guess it works. Since this one didn't meet a Minicon before it hasn't given the stories a lot of attention; there were other stories to listen to."
He grins sheepishly, "but this one gets curious when seeing things it doesn't know. So if I talk too much just tell me to stop it, ok? Question: For how long have you and mister Skywarp been together? Is he a good fighter? ... Are you?"
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Rook
Minor
Avatar by Tai
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Post by Rook on Feb 8, 2014 20:04:14 GMT -5
Rook daintily steps down from Flame's hand onto the tabletop, favoring the tankformer with a stately bow. "I know it isn't your specialty, but I'm not exactly spoiled for choice. And I'm tired of needing to be lifted up onto tables." He frowns up at the larger Transformer, examining the lines of his face. He looks very big from the Predacon's perspective. "Your treatment here has exacerbated your condition, I think," he says quietly.
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Swindle
Major
This space for rent.
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Post by Swindle on Feb 8, 2014 20:14:05 GMT -5
Swindle hides his disappointment at Slugslinger's seeming not to get the message. Either they don't have that drink where he comes from (in which case he is missing out, because Blackmails are delicious) or he's just trying to shrug him off. Either way, he clearly isn't willing to play the game. Which is no fun, so Swindle will try again later.
"I'm Swindle, Sluggy," the merchant says, putting on his most sinister smile, "Everyone buys something from me eventually."
He looks around the room with an appraising eye. "I've seen worse parties. It might liven it up a bit if the deejay would play some dance music. I haven't had a chance to do the Kaon Shuffle in ages! . . . Do they have the Kaon Shuffle where you come from? Surely they must!" he insists, putting a companionable arm around one of the jetformer's wings.
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Frenzy
Minor
Emperor of Profaningshire
Fscking Bigjobs
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 10, 2014 20:12:11 GMT -5
Frenzy makes a disgusted noise as he investigates Crankcase. Urgh, definitely in need of some cleaning. The idea of riding on this made a little shudder run through him, causing a peculiar rustling rattle of metal. No, no, not acceptable! Gonna be fixed!
"Stay here," he demands, then he jumps off, scrambles up a wall, across the ceiling, and into a convenient duct.
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Post by Crankcase on Feb 10, 2014 21:42:51 GMT -5
Crankcase didn't really expect a reaction like that. He makes an audible, inquisitive noise after Frenzy, tilting his head and leaning forward in his seat. Three of his dreads clack on the tabletop. Did he say something wrong? He hardly even said anything. But Frenzy said to stay where he was, and that implies the little 'Con will be back. Doesn't it? Will he?
Disgusted with himself for getting so invested, Crankcase heaves a sigh and all eight optics focus squarely on the tabletop. If Frenzy isn't back in a reasonable amount of time, he'll just get a drink and leave. He can try this social thing another time. Maybe.
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Flame
Rookie
Causam ago dementia
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Post by Flame on Feb 10, 2014 23:27:07 GMT -5
If Flame had any idea how much Swindle was distracting Slugslinger from coming back to bother him, he might actually thank the merchant. It doesn't occur to him that Swindle would likely charge something for services rendered if Flame were to approach it that way.
As it is, his attention is focused on Rook. Who says something that's alarming and confusing all at the same time.
"Condition?" he echoes with sincere bemusement. Why, he's fine, isn't he? He remembers terminology like psychosis and trauma and sadism and neural damage being thrown around at his trial, but he never quite understood how they applied to him. "No, no," he rushes to reassure Rook, "I mean – thank you, yes, but I'm fine. It's fine." He certainly doesn't want to be seen as unhappy with his treatment. What would Spinister think of that? What would Spinister do to him for it? Anxious, Flame sips his drink. The hands that were so steady moments ago shake now, ever so slightly. Sharp eyes are sure to catch it. From Rook's perspective, it probably looks like Flame is about to drop his drink altogether from the tremors.
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Skywarp
Cadet
Tall, Dark, and Moody
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Post by Skywarp on Feb 12, 2014 0:53:14 GMT -5
Skywarp tries to not be a complete ass to his fellow Decepticons, even if he barely knows them. If that means apologising for screwing up, well, he's hardly above it. He makes a note to stick with just being polite until he's got a little more familiarity under his belt.
"I see," he says to Duskwing. He certainly understands what a pain it is being mocked for something that can't be helped. "I really am sorry. I had no idea. Hopefully things will be looking up now that it's been repaired?" His own experiences say that no, they won't, but he needn't share that.
Wind Sheer finds bringing up the fact that he isn't required to stick with Skywarp very uncomfortable and he makes no effort whatsoever to comment on it. Skywarp may not be as good as Wheeljack, but he can at least be assured the larger jet won't abuse him; he can't say the same for any other bulk here. He's just glad he hasn't seen many Powerlink junctions. Maybe they don't universally use Minicons. He can only hope.
"Skywarp is a very skilled fighter," says Wind Sheer, quite happy to praise his partner and divert attention from himself. "One of the best in the army back home. I'd heard a lot about him even before we were paired up." With an 'army' that consisted mostly of a few core troops and a small handful of outliers, it wasn't difficult to hear gossip. "And that was… a while ago." He feels only the most minuscule vestige of guilt for lying in that regard. Skywarp may even excuse it as a matter of faulty memory.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 12, 2014 22:42:55 GMT -5
Duskwing regards Skywarp suspiciously for a few moments. Why is Skywarp acting all nice? Is he trying to recruit Duskwing to his faction or something? Nobody ever did that before... On the other hand, this crew is pretty small, and Duskwing's fighting skills should be well-known by now. Maybe Skywarp's heard how tough Duskwing is in a scrap, and how good a flyer he is. Duskwing feels a swell of pride--he's good enough for one of the big guys to want him in his faction. Yeah!
Duskwing shrugs. "Eh, you're okay for an officer. Maybe. Lotsa people got stuff to forget about other people after that mess on Earth, if you know what I mean. Maybe they can forget my messed-up processors, too."
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Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Feb 15, 2014 21:44:20 GMT -5
OOC: Whoops, sorry for the delay!
Swindle sure is getting friendly. It's enough to make Slugslinger wonder just what Swindle's playing at. Does the con man think he's got something on Slugslinger? The last time someone thought they had him, Slugslinger just turned it into a big enough row that most of the remaining crew seem to have forgotten it ever happened, and that's fine by him. He wonders, turning a look on Swindle that's somewhere between amusement and pity and shrugging his free arm – because his wings are on his forearms! – but not trying to remove the other Decepticon, how to handle this if it really is going to be a problem.
"Kaon's a blown-out ruin where I come from," he says in a very casual tone, as if it really means nothing to him. It doesn't, which makes the job easier. He could lie about the dance, but he's mentioned the state of Kaon in his reality before and he'd hate to get himself caught out. "I mean, I guess maybe they used to do stuff there, but not like I was there for it."
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Mistwind
Major
Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Feb 18, 2014 14:58:04 GMT -5
"A very skilled fighter huh...?" Mistwind repeats. The look on his face turns to one of severe contemplation; Mistwind is not combat inclined himself, but he can do the one Decepticon fighter + one Decepticon fighter math. A friendly Duskwing vs Skywarp brawl? That sounds so awesome! But he shouldn't speak this idea: Before anyone knows it the two fliers will drag their little mech partners into the fray, and that's too close for his comfort. He's absolutely 'known' for not taking the initiative to combat training, actually quite the opposite (and he hasn't broken that yet.*) Besides, in Decepticon language it might be an insult if a weaker mech proposes two stronger mechs to playfight each other. It just might!
"I'm sure you'll feel at home here soon enough, unit Wind Sheer. There are some mechs you want to stay away from, such as Bonecrusher or Rampage since they are angry and sadistic machines... but others are quite ok enough."
* Cutbacks thread happens later. Before Earth he wasn't above playing the rosters either to avoid as much combat training as possible.
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Rook
Minor
Avatar by Tai
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Post by Rook on Feb 23, 2014 9:29:35 GMT -5
Rook arches an eyeridge at Flame's response, carefully reaching out a tiny hand to lay on top of the bulk's trembling fingers. "I mean your rather obvious post-traumatic stress disorder," he says, voice low. "I don't think having Spinister hovering over you is improving things, and goodness knows we have more than enough mentally unstable mechanisms on this vessel already." The Predacon removes his hand, steepling his spindly fingers together in front of his chest. "Do this for me and I'll do my best to find something else for the Mayhem to do."
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Swindle
Major
This space for rent.
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Post by Swindle on Feb 23, 2014 9:36:35 GMT -5
Swindle throws up his hands in surprise, releasing Slugslinger's wing.1 "What!? I thought the Kaon Shuffle had to be a universal constant! Like Megatron and Optimus Prime, or tax evasion!"
He moves away to a clear space and checks to make sure he's not going to bump into anyone as he starts humming the tune. "See it's just a step to right, sliiiide to the left, turn around, blast the Autobot on your right," and here Swindle makes fingerguns, not actually deploying or firing any weapons, "blast the Autobot on your left, spin around, clap your hands, cha-cha, and now you're doing the Kaon Shu-uh-uh-fle!" He grins at the jetformer. "They don't do that where you're from? Does anyone else do that? Work with me here people!" he calls, addressing the room at large.
1. Fly free, little wing, back to the forearm you once knew so long ago in your youth.
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