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Post by Latte on Feb 29, 2008 18:01:59 GMT -5
Nebula lay on his front, painstakingly drawing a rectangle that vaguely resembled the base. He frowned, glossa sticking out of one corner of his mouth as he worked on the clumsy image.
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Post by Den on Feb 29, 2008 19:34:21 GMT -5
WakeJumper glanced back and forth between her paper and the red paint, considering, "Umm....Nebula? wanna trade colors?"
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Post by Latte on Feb 29, 2008 19:36:49 GMT -5
"Ummm."Nebula finished the rectangle and added a door. He paused, looking at it, then nodded. "Kay."He grabbed the blue and pushed the red over to WakeJumper.
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Post by Den on Feb 29, 2008 22:24:15 GMT -5
"Thanks." WakeJumper resumed coloring her picture, a small smile gracing her features. The smile was accompanied by small giggles, which grew the more the femme colored. Soon, she was giggling uncontrollably. "Look! It's Optimus, if she were a mech!" WakeJumper held up her drawing proudly. The red and blue shape on the paper might not have really looked like the Autobot leader, but to the youngling, it did, and that was all that mattered.
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Post by Latte on Feb 29, 2008 22:27:11 GMT -5
Nebula looked up and tilted his head. Cool. "Yeah, I guess. If you tilt your head a little."He returned to his own drawing of the base. But after a few minutes, he got frustrated and crumpled the paper up, tossing it away and grabbing a fresh sheet to begin a new drawing.
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Post by Den on Feb 29, 2008 23:48:01 GMT -5
Desinex let out a low rumble as Quicksilver dragged her fingers across his chestplate. "Perhaps I should make it up to you?" Arching an optic ridge, the mech gave Quicksilver a sly smirk.
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Man, Mosquito was right...there's nothing out here but mud, rocks, and tumbleweeds... Showtime slowed to a stop at the stop sign near the outskirts of the town. The quiet made the sniper a bit uneasy, especially since the conversation he had had with Mosquito had gotten him thinking. If I don't see anything in regards to the 'Cons within the next few miles or minutes, I'm gonna turn around and head for home... If anybody had been paying attention, they would have seen a young man flicker into existence inside the blue Camaro. Might as well get some holoform practice in...
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WakeJumper tilted her head a little, watching Nebula with a confused expression on her faceplate. She didn't quite get why the sparkling had crumpled up a perfectly good drawing, but wasn't quite sure how to ask him about it.
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Post by Latte on Feb 29, 2008 23:51:54 GMT -5
Nebula frowned as he began to draw another rectangle, then meticulously filling it in, quickly covering any white bits he missed. After he finished with that, he grabbed a black paint and began to work with that.
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Lady Dragoon
Cannon Fodder
Close-ish(or not!) to what I think for human or holo!Joust. XD
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Post by Lady Dragoon on Mar 1, 2008 1:57:16 GMT -5
The knight grumbled darkly as she walked far the 'con base, she was still in her robot mode as she moved through the forset.
"Ya know? WHY did I have to pick a damn tank as a alt-mode!? ...Bah, guess I never thought that I would be leaving the base so slagging much trying not kill my fragging allies!"
The femme just sighed as she continued along. Better not walk anywhere near highways.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 1, 2008 13:54:03 GMT -5
Quicksilver had already started walking away from Desinex when he asked the question. Knowing that he was looking, she swayed her hips all the more, paused for a second, placed her hands on her hips and looked back over her shoulder, "Mmm... Perhaps you should." She did a robotic version of a wink and started her slow saunter down the hall, running her hands over her hips and down her thighs.
If Desinex could see her face, he would have seen the biggest smirk ever. One that would have rivaled any smirk of Starscream's.
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Post by Den on Mar 1, 2008 14:24:56 GMT -5
Desinex let Quicksilver get a little ways ahead of him before he silently followed the femme. When he was close enough, he wrapped an arm around Quicksilver's waist, pulling the femme close with a low, rumbling growl. "Just where do you think you're going?"
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All clear so far...might as well head back... Showtime sighed to himself, and in a move that the twins would've been proud of, but Ratchet would've had his head for should she have spotted him doing said move, the Camaro-disquised-Autobot turned sharply, the right-side wheels of his alt-mode leaving the ground briefly.
Too bad Sunny and Sides didn't get to see that! And they were bragging about their own skills! Wait...what's that?! Showtime spotted a flash of silver a ways away. Well, there goes being bored... The mech changed his route of travel, heading for the flash of silver he had seen.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 1, 2008 14:36:52 GMT -5
Quicksilver gasped when Desinex grabbed her and then leaned back against him. One of her hands reached up and curled around the back of Desinex's back, gently tugging at cabling. She purred softly and pressed against him some more, "Oh, I had no where in particular in mind." Her other hand slid over the arm around her waist.
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Post by Den on Mar 1, 2008 14:48:48 GMT -5
"Really now....hmmm...I could think of a few places you and I could go..." Desinex rumbled in Quicksilver's audio, and lightly trailed his claws on her armor.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 1, 2008 15:20:51 GMT -5
Quicksilver hissed and shivered in delight then turned to face Desinex, looking up into his optics with a small smile. She pressed against him, her fingertips lightly running over his chestplate and then working into the seam in his armour that ran vertically down his chest. Once her finger had travelled as far as it could, it flicked beneath his armour briefly.
"So, tell me, where would you like to go?"
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Post by Den on Mar 1, 2008 16:47:21 GMT -5
A low rumble of his engine, followed by a question."Hmm...quarters, perhaps?" a sly smirk, and raised optic ridge.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 1, 2008 16:58:45 GMT -5
With a giggle and squirm Quicksilver slithered out of Desinex's grasp and walked away.
"Perhaps..."
She broke into a full run, tearing through the halls of the base and laughing wildly.
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Post by Den on Mar 1, 2008 22:33:40 GMT -5
With a predatory growl, Desinex took off after the femme, energon pumping rapidly. This was the sort of thing he enjoyed. The thrill of the hunt, and since this particular hunt would more than likely lead to a very desirable result, Desinex enjoyed himself all the more. Soon, he started to catch up with Quicksilver, and an idea came to him. Grinning, the sniper took a turn that he knew would lead to a different part of the same hallway, a bit ahead of the femme. When he got to his intended destination, he pressed himself as flat against the wall as he could, and waited.
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Lady Dragoon
Cannon Fodder
Close-ish(or not!) to what I think for human or holo!Joust. XD
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Post by Lady Dragoon on Mar 2, 2008 0:10:05 GMT -5
Soon the knight got tried of walking and sat down near a tree, she sighed to herself. Ugh, I almost wonder if this day can get even MORE annoying.
Joust grumbled darkly against anything and everyone.
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Post by Den on Mar 2, 2008 20:52:36 GMT -5
Showtime slowed to a stop when he spotted Joust. Chuckling to himself, the Camaro-disguised Autobot transformed, before moving closer. At the very least, she wouldn't shoot at him...at least, he hoped she wouldn't shoot him. Deliberately stepping on something to make his presence known, he hailed the femme. "Hey there! Something bothering you?"
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 2, 2008 21:21:13 GMT -5
Quicksilver raced through the halls, continually looking back over her shoulder more than looking ahead of her. Unwittingly, she ran along, unaware of Desinex's position.
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Post by Den on Mar 2, 2008 21:52:26 GMT -5
Three...two...one. Desinex waited for the opportune moment, just as Quicksilver was passing him. He quickly moved to grab the femme by her wrist in a firm but gentle grip, pulling her close to him with a low growl.
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