O: "Oh, you might be surprised - I have my ways," he whispered before the doors opened, before assuming a calm, protective stance just a step behind and to the side of the small mech, as though the sly comment had never been.
Mask firmly in place, he followed after Cliffjumper, careful to keep his inner curiosity hidden while tactically evaluating the room. Exits, windows, safe places to duck and hide, and areas that might cause panicked guests to bottleneck are silently noted. If they need to leave quickly, he has a dozen routes planned out within the first few klicks after entering.
Then he can focus on the guests and their pretentious accessories...and whether or not it looks like they are hiding weaponry. Cliffjumper's heated glare doesn't go unnoticed either, and he shifts the focus of his attention on the uncloaked senator.
"...Hn. 'Hypocrisy' seems to be lost on them in the name of expensive fashion."
CJ: The comment surprised Cliffjumper, but he didn't have much time to react to it, and just sent Optimus an as much startled as questioning glance before he just didn't have the time (or freedom, really) to indulge in being attentive... Though there were comms., too, of course.
"Rrr... I suppose. Slaggers, the lot of 'em," Cliffjumper hissed, then, to not be too obvious with his dislike, took a sip from the glass, frowning down into the near-transulscent energon, additives giving it a rainbow shift as the glass was tilted.
The only Decepticon senator without a cloak had obviously felt... either Cliffjumper's earlier glare, or now Optimus', as he tilted his strangely-shaped helm, its front casting a shadow over his upper faceplates and making the red optics fairly burn. His smirk as he first let a very obvious glance travel over Optimus wasn't... or at least shouldn't be fitting for a gathering of this caliber, but he didn't seem to care.
His gaze then dropped to Cliffjumper, and he waited until the mini wasn't actually glaring surreptitiously at him, but didn't seem to care that Optimus was still looking (indeed, he seemed to make it a point to make sure the bodyguard was seeing it). While he didn't smirk in the same way as he'd done when he'd looked over Optimus, his expression courteously smooth, the intense, burning stare, and the way it exceedingly slowly followed the minibot from his feet up to the sensory horns topping his helm and then looked back at Optimus, helm tilting with a tiny smirk before he turned away, was, perhaps, worse in a way.
Cliffjumper, oblivious (presently, anyway), huffed and looked up as a graceful white and pink femme approached, two mechs close behind her; one obviously a triple-changer, pleasantly green, the other a race-car alt in red and orange.
"Arcee." Cliffjumper looked away briefly, and then back, a tiny smile on his faceplates.
//Nevermind her, okay? No matter what she says, she's not gonna give those two up.// Cliffjumper somehow managed to keep his face straight while making this rather insightful comment while talking with the noble femme.
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Date: 2011-11-14 12:36 am (UTC)Mask firmly in place, he followed after Cliffjumper, careful to keep his inner curiosity hidden while tactically evaluating the room. Exits, windows, safe places to duck and hide, and areas that might cause panicked guests to bottleneck are silently noted. If they need to leave quickly, he has a dozen routes planned out within the first few klicks after entering.
Then he can focus on the guests and their pretentious accessories...and whether or not it looks like they are hiding weaponry. Cliffjumper's heated glare doesn't go unnoticed either, and he shifts the focus of his attention on the uncloaked senator.
"...Hn. 'Hypocrisy' seems to be lost on them in the name of expensive fashion."
CJ: The comment surprised Cliffjumper, but he didn't have much time to react to it, and just sent Optimus an as much startled as questioning glance before he just didn't have the time (or freedom, really) to indulge in being attentive... Though there were comms., too, of course.
"Rrr... I suppose. Slaggers, the lot of 'em," Cliffjumper hissed, then, to not be too obvious with his dislike, took a sip from the glass, frowning down into the near-transulscent energon, additives giving it a rainbow shift as the glass was tilted.
The only Decepticon senator without a cloak had obviously felt... either Cliffjumper's earlier glare, or now Optimus', as he tilted his strangely-shaped helm, its front casting a shadow over his upper faceplates and making the red optics fairly burn. His smirk as he first let a very obvious glance travel over Optimus wasn't... or at least shouldn't be fitting for a gathering of this caliber, but he didn't seem to care.
His gaze then dropped to Cliffjumper, and he waited until the mini wasn't actually glaring surreptitiously at him, but didn't seem to care that Optimus was still looking (indeed, he seemed to make it a point to make sure the bodyguard was seeing it). While he didn't smirk in the same way as he'd done when he'd looked over Optimus, his expression courteously smooth, the intense, burning stare, and the way it exceedingly slowly followed the minibot from his feet up to the sensory horns topping his helm and then looked back at Optimus, helm tilting with a tiny smirk before he turned away, was, perhaps, worse in a way.
Cliffjumper, oblivious (presently, anyway), huffed and looked up as a graceful white and pink femme approached, two mechs close behind her; one obviously a triple-changer, pleasantly green, the other a race-car alt in red and orange.
"Couldn't hide any longer, could you? And Mirage outdid himself this time, I think!" The last part was quite obviously not about any detailing, but rather apparently in Mirage's choice of bodyguard for his protegée as she looked Optimus over. Though it was a rather impersonally appreciative look rather than the flat-out creepiness of the 'Con senator.
"Arcee." Cliffjumper looked away briefly, and then back, a tiny smile on his faceplates.
//Nevermind her, okay? No matter what she says, she's not gonna give those two up.// Cliffjumper somehow managed to keep his face straight while making this rather insightful comment while talking with the noble femme.