Driskull
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Post by Driskull on Jul 19, 2015 1:49:36 GMT
"Oh okay....well my crew are both my friends, family, and confidants. Yet you know what? He then leans forward and pecks her forehead and then grins
"You've got a friend right now. I could give two damns if your good or bad. I'm not exactly perfection myself." He chuckles
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 19, 2015 1:54:09 GMT
Hotwire blushes, leaning back in embarrassment. Then she gets her composure again, "You're pretty fast, huh? Or maybe you're just not that picky," she jokes.
She gives it some thought, "Well... we suppose you're not that bad... or maybe we're just that desperate?"
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Driskull
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Post by Driskull on Jul 19, 2015 2:11:40 GMT
Road chuckles "Heh trust me chick-a-dee I'm not picky. Yet anything to put a smile on someone's face is good with me. You seem like you need it the most."
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 19, 2015 2:22:47 GMT
The rotor blades hanging from Hotwire's back rattle and shift. In fact, they do that a lot. Sometimes it's obvious, sometimes not so much. Like a poker tell, or the tail of a cat... but probably best compared to a peacock's fan, giving away her emotions. When they fan out a bit, it's showing she's pleased in some way, even when she's keeping a frown on her face.
"Hey, we don't need help. Or pity. Or nothing like that. I can deal with things alone. I always have before."
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Driskull
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Post by Driskull on Jul 19, 2015 2:26:19 GMT
"Well too bad you now have my help. Yet understand I'll never give you my pity. No one truly deserves pity. It's insulting and....ugh just wrong." He frowns but then notices her fans and then his instincts kick in and he chuckles
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 19, 2015 2:28:42 GMT
This time Hotwire's rotors close up a little even as she frowns some more, forming a straight line and showing agitation.
"What's so funny, fire-boy?"
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Driskull
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Post by Driskull on Jul 19, 2015 2:48:31 GMT
"Nothing just a observation sweetheart. Your cute when you try and put on a mask you know that?" He chuckles and pecks her cheek
"Well as fun as this was I really have to get my CNA checked. How about we do this again?" Road asked with a small smile
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 19, 2015 11:47:48 GMT
"Cute?!"
"Sweetheart?!"
Both femmes seem suitably offended. At the same time, both blush almost red-hot from the quick kiss on the cheek. They seem truly flustered as to who should be 'in charge' right now. There's a slight squeak as they flip between.
"We don't see any reason why not..."
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Driskull
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Post by Driskull on Jul 19, 2015 14:50:37 GMT
Road laughs a bit more "Ha ha ha ha.....seriously.....this cute. Anyway here's my comm.link code. Anytime you wanna do this again I'll come and find you."
He hands her a small data-pad and pats her helm and walks away waving bye
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 19, 2015 15:41:25 GMT
Hotwire is rather offended at being patted on the helm like a sparkling. But she takes the data-pad anyway, and shoves it into a space under her armour, before giving him a little wave goodbye too.
"Man but he's got a real cheek, huh?"
"He's got two!"
"Shut up, you."
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Ichor
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Post by Ichor on Jul 21, 2015 17:00:30 GMT
The door from the Nemesis' interior to the skydeck opens, revealing a winged mech with green optics. He ex-vents before stepping out into the open of the Nemesis' exterior. Slowly he walks out, not being in any particular rush or emergency. As he steps out, his mottled and damaged paint is clearly shown, as are the chemical stains riddled across his frame with no particular pattern or reason, likely from getting caught in splashes or spills. His pedes were particularly discolored, tainted with oxidization and odd green and blue tints from chemical exposures.
He saw only a lone femme, an odd sight around this ship. Not wanting to alarm her, he didn't approach her too quickly. Thinking to himself, he wondered why she spent her time alone here. But it occurred to him that he was doing like-wise, similarly, the same... And he wasn't any less strange than her possibly. As he drew near, his raspy venting became more audible, before he finally stood behind her.
Why... Do you stand alone?
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 21, 2015 17:24:09 GMT
Hotwire looks up at the large mech, "Huh?" she can't help but be surprised by his interest in her. She shrugged, the plating on her shoulders shifting heavily, and stood up, "Well I suppose that would be because... I am alone. I don't really... I'm not good at..."
She waves a hand, looking for the right approach. Then her entire stance shifts, becoming a little harder. Her tone is also slightly harsher, and it's like there's a very different person looking at Ichor.
"Nobody likes to hang out with a freak, y'know?"
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Post by Ichor on Jul 21, 2015 22:37:47 GMT
Ichor stood silent for a moment, though his optics didn't change expression to her sudden change. He recognized the change, the alteration, the shift... She was like Vertigo, when he went crazy and quit the Avacons. But she was not like Vertigo, it was different, her scent, her energy, did not feel the same patterns. She was safe, non-threatening, not aggressive.
You act like I'm not a freak... I'm a mutant, insecticon, disowned by family...
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 21, 2015 23:03:41 GMT
Both of Breech and Hotwire were sane. But they were different enough that it put people off. Perhaps the way they were at the same time so similar made it more disturbing, much closer to the Uncanny Valley - at least to those not familiar with the 'unusual'.
Breech was a hard, ruthless killer, while Hotwire was cunning, sharp and perhaps a little more considerate - although that didn't mean she didn't kill people if Breech didn't come through to do the job. They looked at Ichor, tilting her head both ways as they switched, to both get a good look at him.
"We don't see anything wrong with you."
"I know we're certainly not going to change just to make life easier for a world packed with weakasses."
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Ichor
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Post by Ichor on Jul 21, 2015 23:30:14 GMT
Ichor's facemask retracted, something he believed was called for by such a rare occasion. As it retracted, the reason for the hoses connecting from his torso to his facemask became more clear, as did the reason of his raspy breathing. The majority of his faceplate was corroded away, leaving a strange unnatural mouth. If one looked carefully enough, they might even be able to see his brain module judging by the severe chemical damage all over inside and out.
Nobody has to change, but sometimes bodies fail us... When the team I work for found me, I was nothing but a corroded husk, destroyed by my hobbies.... Ichor said, pausing to deploy his facemask again, as it prevented particles from damaging the critical state of his interior systems.
.. But now I continue... And I think, you are not a Decepticon.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 21, 2015 23:42:00 GMT
"No. Not really. Usually I'm a mercenary but... people have remarkably unreliable with their payments lately - and the direction they've been firing in. They let me bunk here, but I don't really... belong. I don't really belong anywhere..."
Hotwire sags, and her rotors droop significantly in a display of gloom.
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Ichor
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Post by Ichor on Jul 22, 2015 13:21:00 GMT
Ichor's four wings shifted around, re-angling themselves and flaring out. He watched her speak, venting slowly, but still in a raspy way. His lime-green optics watched her every move, watched every shift of her tone, and emotion. He not only saw her wings droop to display her feelings, he saw those sad feelings emanate from her frame naturally. Cocking his helm slightly, Ichor simply stared silently for a while after she finished speaking.
Home is family.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 22, 2015 13:32:56 GMT
Hotwire looks up again, her rotors rattling a little - not angry at Ichor, but at her memories. In some ways they remind Ichor of a peacock's tail.
"Lots of people say scrap like that," then Breech takes a mocking stance, "'Oooh, you must join us, we'll be all friendly, we'll make you feel right at home, why don't you fight for us while you're at it' before twenty clicks later they're all 'What, you haven't pledged your full, un-ending loyalties already? Well don't let the door hit your rotors on the way out'."
Her rotors droop again, back to Hotwire.
"Does anybody even mean that any more?"
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Ichor
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Post by Ichor on Jul 22, 2015 13:43:59 GMT
Ichor's helm had cocked the other way as they spoke, listening as his wings twitched slightly. The two were interesting, and he was quickly learning how each one acted, though he found it somewhat annoying that the one would cut into the other's speech.
My family.. They are not my energon.. They adopt, but... You must follow the beliefs to join. And leaving means death...
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 22, 2015 16:40:38 GMT
"It usually does," Breech replies drily, "Fortunately, we've survived that so far."
"But... what are the beliefs of your 'family'?" Hotwire asks, intrigued.
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