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Post by Sunstreaker on Dec 27, 2013 21:08:33 GMT -5
Month 12, Week 1, Day 4. Open.
The fact the Autobots have a park-sized chunk of alien ecosystem attached to their ship is just so cool to Hunter. Sure, it's not their own planet, but it's still a life-bearing alien planet! Well, a small part of one.
It still makes him grin after the initial discovery, and it's one of the few places on the ship Sunstreaker won't go. It's also one of the few places Hunter wears a t-shirt instead of long sleeves. After months stuck in long sleeves due to his obvious cyborgization, it's a relief.
So is dealing with Sunstreaker now that he's a Transformer again, but, on the flip side, it's a lot harder for them to be separate. Hunter is Sunstreaker's head, after all.
Now, though, the Lamborghini is amusing himself racing in the sim rooms, and Hunter has a tablet computer in his hands while he sits underneath an alien tree. Good times.
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Post by Nightbeat on Dec 28, 2013 18:00:52 GMT -5
Having one's Headmaster partner go through withdrawal isn't pretty. The headaches go without saying, but the constant whining and moodiness is what got to Nightbeat in the end. So he pulled some strings to get synthesizing Nebulan cigarettes and bourbon put on the top of someone's to-do list once everyone could reach the high shelves again.
Muzzle walks into the biosphere with a pack of cigarettes in his trenchcoat pocket and a flask of the hard stuff in his his pants pocket. He takes a deep breath of the recycled and flower-perfumed air and immediately lights a cigarette. His natural habitat is altogether more urban.
The detective is wandering along the path, lost in thought with no particular destination in mind, when he happens upon Hunter. "Hey, kid. How're you settling in?"
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Post by Sunstreaker on Jan 1, 2014 18:04:19 GMT -5
Hunter looks up. Trenchcoat, cigarette - he's like a human Nightbeat - Muzzle, then. Nebulan detective, according to the files.
Just thinking about the ship's files threatened to spiral them open in his head. He closed his eyes and mentally hit 'minimize'. It doesn't want to so he tries to shunt it back into Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker doesn't want it either, though, and it takes another long moment for Hunter to find the mental switch.
"Can't complain," he says in a tight voice.
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 4, 2014 13:35:14 GMT -5
Hunter needs to control his voice better. Muzzle used to make a living getting people to give up information.
"You can't, huh? According to who?" the Nebulan asks, taking a long drag on his cigarette and then bursting out into a coughing fit, holding his hand to his mouth. "Don't smoke, kid, it's bad for you," he says, because there could be children in the audience. "Your implants bothering you?" he asks as he leans against the tree.
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Post by Sunstreaker on Jan 6, 2014 18:31:49 GMT -5
Hunter flicks a look at Muzzle. "I'm not bleeding, no one's trying to kill me or me, and the Decepticons aren't doing anything right now this instant. Can't complain."
Then he reaches up to rub the bridge of his nose. "It hurts sometimes, trying to process information meant for Sunny's kind of brain."
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 8, 2014 19:33:28 GMT -5
Muzzle buries his hands in his coat pockets and shrugs. "The 'Cons probably have plenty of irons in the fire right now, at least one of which they'll want to stick in you. But you're not bleeding, so that's good."
He peers down at Hunter under the brim of his ever-present fedora. "You're pretty new to the whole Headmaster thing, huh?"
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Post by Sunstreaker on Jan 9, 2014 15:15:02 GMT -5
In another version of reality, that would be unpleasantly and literally true for Hunter.
"I'm the prototype in my universe," Hunter says carefully. It almost sounds... harmless if he puts it like that. Like it was something he volunteered for.
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Post by Blurr on Jan 10, 2014 21:09:41 GMT -5
Haywire's a bit of an odd man out, in so much as Blurr's head is all his own, but it's hard to pass up saying hello to the other two Autobot *master partners, at the very least. Bit of an unexpected encounter in the park, he decides. The good kind of unexpected. He hasn't seen Muzzle since the older Nebulan was in a hospital bed and he hasn't really had a chance to properly introduce himself to Hunter.
"Hey!" he calls as he trumps his way over, armour-clad but his helmet left behind in his quarters. Sure, he could be wearing more 'normal' clothes, but he kind of missed the suit after so long faking it on Earth and going without. "What's with the long faces, you two?"
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 14, 2014 20:25:44 GMT -5
Muzzle favors Haywire with his usual Humphrey Bogart-esque scowl. "My face just looks like this, Haywire."
He sheds his coat and hat and lays them on the ground, then lays down on his coat, hands behind his head, staring up at either the ceiling or the universe spinning by overhead, depending on whether the ceiling is transparent. "So is Hunter your real name or did the Autobots name you that?"
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Post by Sunstreaker on Jan 22, 2014 16:14:18 GMT -5
Hunter waves, eyes going to Haywire. "Hi."
He glances back at Muzzle. "It's my name. Hunter O'Nion. That's Oh-ny-hon." Yes, Sunstreaker, he is going to make sure people know how to pronounce it forever. Which of them had to grow up being called 'the Onion' and which of them was a giant space-robot? "You?"
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Post by Blurr on Feb 3, 2014 23:44:03 GMT -5
Haywire chuckles and invites himself to sit down with a clatter and a clank. He sticks his arms out behind him and leans back, enjoying the atmosphere even though it's engineered. It's nice.
"I bet Muzzle's story will take half the day and a bottle of whiskey, and involve at least one mysterious lady and a case where he gets in over his head," Haywire says with a big, teasing grin, "but me, well… I was one of the first Targetmasters back home. We all took these names to keep our families safe. I'm so used to it after all this time that I kind of have trouble remembering any other name except Haywire." He's only partly saddened at the idea; he likes the adventures he's lived too much to give it up.
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 8, 2014 19:47:23 GMT -5
Muzzle gives Hunter an odd look. "Okay, Hunter O'nion. I heard you the first time, you didn't have to repeat it. What, is it spelled like 'onion' or something?"
He nods at Haywire and then makes a rude gesture at him. "Yeah, like the comedian over there said. Not that I have a family to keep safe, but all the cool kids were doing it." He mutters discontentedly to himself, then bursts out, "You know, it's not my fault that buxom women with tiny elegant pistols hidden in their garters keep throwing themselves at me and poisoning my drinks! It just keeps happening!" He shrugs. "Anyway, my previous name isn't important. Not like I can go back to the Nebulos I came from, and the one in this universe might have another version of me already on it. And Nightbeat needs me to untie him from chairs."
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Post by Sunstreaker on Feb 27, 2014 15:05:18 GMT -5
"Yes," Hunter says flatly.
He listens to the others, his shoulders hunching more and more. Protecting their families. Taking on code-names. They sounded like super-heroes, not- Not whatever he was. "Did you have a choice? About your partners?"
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Post by Blurr on May 16, 2014 21:36:58 GMT -5
All of Muzzle's bluster just gets a laugh from Haywire, who grins and rolls his eyes, then turns back to Hunter. Who, Haywire realises abruptly, looks… uncomfortable. He blinks and rearranges himself, crossing his legs and leaning forward with his elbows resting on his thighs.
"Blurr and I were kind of just thrown together," he admits. "It was when things on Nebulos first started going crazy and we didn't really have time for things like 'psychological profiles' and 'compatibility testing' or we wouldn't have teams like Stylor and Chromedome. They're a good team, a great team," Haywire stumbles over himself to add, waving one hand as if to wipe away any idea of insult, "but they're kind of an odd couple, you know? And I don't think that if we'd had time to stop and think about it, Blurr and I would've been teamed up." He looks bashful and scrubs at his face. "We complement each other and I love him, but when I stop to think about it, he probably should've had a more… er, patient partner." He clears his throat awkwardly and fishes for something a little more positive. "How are you and Sunstreaker getting on?" he tries.
Hopefully he isn't about to put his foot in his mouth. It's much more to chew on in the armoured boot.
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Post by Nightbeat on May 17, 2014 16:34:28 GMT -5
Muzzle glares up at the sun as it peeks through a window, as though he can outstare it through sheer grit. When that doesn't work he shades his eyes with his hand, then finally puts his hat back on so it shades his eyes. At no point does he consider turning his head or moving. "I didn't have much choice about becoming a Headmaster. It was that or stay in the joint. Long story. It was a frame-up job, by the way." He's silent for a moment, considering his life since becoming half of a composite being. "Everyone says me and Nightbeat have one of the most harmonious Headmaster bonds. We were always similar. I hated his mechanical guts from the moment I met him, heh." He chuckles. "Damn robot hard-boiled detective. But we get along alright. Not much gets past us these days, and you're never lonely." He takes a drag on his cigarette and exhales a puff of smoke. "Makes romance kind of complex, though."
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