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cliffjumper2014-09-23 12:12 amTime to reign in that minibot
They'd been sniping at each other the whole day.
Pent up frustration being taken out in whatever way presented itself, and then when they were finally off the clock and alone, it was hard to stop.
Of course, there wouldn't be much needed to push this in the... right direction. Just remained to see if that direction would be happening tonight, though with Mirage's growing snippiness and Cliffjumper's belligerence...
"My attitude's gonna get me in trouble?" sneering, Cliffjumper waved a hand in the hair, "with who? Ain't like you could do anything even if you actually tried! Your plating's not more than gold foil, and those limbs of yours are fraggin' longer than they're strong!" with a huff, Cliffjumper planted his fists on his hips and grinned sharply at Mirage.
He felt restless and frustrated, and they seemed to have argued more in the last few days than they'd kissed.
In fact, he was pretty sure the most recent anything was morning two days ago, when they split for their shifts.
Pent up frustration being taken out in whatever way presented itself, and then when they were finally off the clock and alone, it was hard to stop.
Of course, there wouldn't be much needed to push this in the... right direction. Just remained to see if that direction would be happening tonight, though with Mirage's growing snippiness and Cliffjumper's belligerence...
"My attitude's gonna get me in trouble?" sneering, Cliffjumper waved a hand in the hair, "with who? Ain't like you could do anything even if you actually tried! Your plating's not more than gold foil, and those limbs of yours are fraggin' longer than they're strong!" with a huff, Cliffjumper planted his fists on his hips and grinned sharply at Mirage.
He felt restless and frustrated, and they seemed to have argued more in the last few days than they'd kissed.
In fact, he was pretty sure the most recent anything was morning two days ago, when they split for their shifts.
illdriveyoushoot2014-08-29 12:29 amCan't Run Away Forever
She takes the bus now, more often than not.
She'd sold her old bike, dragged her dad off for a 'new start'; pretty much vanished off the grid for a while. Mikaela had done as much as she'd been allowed to do, to get away and keep from being found.
Keep from being found by her friends, at least.
A part of her - the bitter part - is sometimes upset that they never did. That they never tried, never suspected. But then again, the way she had broken up with Sam, real and so very angry...
That same bitter part, while upset, isn't surprised she'd been so easily forgotten.
And then Chicago had happened, freedom had come with a price for everyone, and...
Well. Being left alone was more understandable, after that.
So now Mikaela takes the bus, to and from her little backwoods, podunk gas station/convenience store/one-car garage quick-e-mart, the best she can get on just a highschool degree in this economy, expunged record or not. She does register and occasional garage work, and she has a good shot at making manager in the spring. Her dad has his own place, finally, moving in with a woman with little patience and no tolerance for his crap.
She's too good for him, and Mikaela is happy for them.
But being on her own leaves her with too much time to think, and despite no lack of offers, hints, and the same old innuendos, she's had no one since Sam. She's lonely, and alone in a world where no one remembers or cares who she is or what she's given up.
In short, it sucks, and playing at 'normal' isn't at all what it's cracked up to be.
She'd sold her old bike, dragged her dad off for a 'new start'; pretty much vanished off the grid for a while. Mikaela had done as much as she'd been allowed to do, to get away and keep from being found.
Keep from being found by her friends, at least.
A part of her - the bitter part - is sometimes upset that they never did. That they never tried, never suspected. But then again, the way she had broken up with Sam, real and so very angry...
That same bitter part, while upset, isn't surprised she'd been so easily forgotten.
And then Chicago had happened, freedom had come with a price for everyone, and...
Well. Being left alone was more understandable, after that.
So now Mikaela takes the bus, to and from her little backwoods, podunk gas station/convenience store/one-car garage quick-e-mart, the best she can get on just a highschool degree in this economy, expunged record or not. She does register and occasional garage work, and she has a good shot at making manager in the spring. Her dad has his own place, finally, moving in with a woman with little patience and no tolerance for his crap.
She's too good for him, and Mikaela is happy for them.
But being on her own leaves her with too much time to think, and despite no lack of offers, hints, and the same old innuendos, she's had no one since Sam. She's lonely, and alone in a world where no one remembers or cares who she is or what she's given up.
In short, it sucks, and playing at 'normal' isn't at all what it's cracked up to be.
lordmegatron2013-12-11 01:04 amFOR WHEN RAVISHING TAKES OUR FANCY
Chibi 12:42 am
Stasis cuffs. Chains to the stasis cuffs. Chains that attached to the *wall* with his arms up *above him* - somebody had taken precautions. Which was extremely lucky for *them*, Megatron thought darkly. How in the name of Cybertron *had this happened*?
He skipped the questions of what they might *want*; there were any number of things a ship full of successful pirates could request in return for handing over the High Lord Protector, after all. He was mostly just incredibly annoyed and offended they'd managed to get the drop on him.
Such things *just didn't happen*.
Optics narrowing, Megatron gathered what power he could reach and, engine roaring with the exertion, *pulled*. The chains stretched, protested... but it wasn't enough. He clattered back against the wall as the door opened, and.
... why was the mech standing there somehow... familiar?
"I *was* expecting somebody a little more... impressive, *captain*." Which was a flat-out insult, because it wasn't as if the cargo-hauler altmode mech was by any stretch of the imagination tiny, or timid. He actually had a pretty commanding aura, but Megatron wasn't going to give so much as a shade of ground.
( Pirates and their spoils... )
Stasis cuffs. Chains to the stasis cuffs. Chains that attached to the *wall* with his arms up *above him* - somebody had taken precautions. Which was extremely lucky for *them*, Megatron thought darkly. How in the name of Cybertron *had this happened*?
He skipped the questions of what they might *want*; there were any number of things a ship full of successful pirates could request in return for handing over the High Lord Protector, after all. He was mostly just incredibly annoyed and offended they'd managed to get the drop on him.
Such things *just didn't happen*.
Optics narrowing, Megatron gathered what power he could reach and, engine roaring with the exertion, *pulled*. The chains stretched, protested... but it wasn't enough. He clattered back against the wall as the door opened, and.
... why was the mech standing there somehow... familiar?
"I *was* expecting somebody a little more... impressive, *captain*." Which was a flat-out insult, because it wasn't as if the cargo-hauler altmode mech was by any stretch of the imagination tiny, or timid. He actually had a pretty commanding aura, but Megatron wasn't going to give so much as a shade of ground.
( Pirates and their spoils... )lastonepercent2013-11-10 05:39 pmThe Start of Something Interesting...
The day was calm, with no recent Decepticon attacks, and none suspected to be incoming for some time. The cons were too busy licking their wounds from the last battle, one that the Autobots had decidedly come out ahead on. The celebrations had gone on long into the night and the recreation room was already a mess.
Thus, it was the perfect chance for a lone Autobot to slip casually outside.
Mirage had no shift currently scheduled, so he was free to spend his time as he pleased. He certainly made no move to hide his departure, greeting his comrades in the halls on the way out, but the box in his hands remained unopened despite any passing curiosity. It was quietly shifted into subspace before long, and the former noble shifted into alt mode just as smoothly when he reached the doors. Despite the completely inappropriate earthen race car mode, the mech had little trouble self-adjusting before driving off into the forest covering the mountain, for business unknown...
Thus, it was the perfect chance for a lone Autobot to slip casually outside.
Mirage had no shift currently scheduled, so he was free to spend his time as he pleased. He certainly made no move to hide his departure, greeting his comrades in the halls on the way out, but the box in his hands remained unopened despite any passing curiosity. It was quietly shifted into subspace before long, and the former noble shifted into alt mode just as smoothly when he reached the doors. Despite the completely inappropriate earthen race car mode, the mech had little trouble self-adjusting before driving off into the forest covering the mountain, for business unknown...
lordmegatron2013-04-22 12:34 amEverybody learns from *somebody*
Passing the doors into the library, Megatron was pleased he had gotten the schedule correct as he saw who was sitting at the desk. If it had been completely necessary due to his own schedule, he'd have come here when he could. But since he didn't have to...
Ignoring the faint itch interfacing hadn't properly gotten rid off, Megatron approached the librarian at a lazy, casual walk. It was a pity he hadn't seen any signs at all that the surprisingly fine-lined truck-alted mech had the inclination he was looking for. Things would have been a lot easier (and, really, pleasing) if he had.
As it was, since there was no one left in the current arena circuit that he trusted with what he had to hand over, perhaps he would have to avail himself of one of the clubs. It made an irritable twitch slither down the treads on his shoulders, the thought that he'd have to do that.
It was ages since he'd had to go to an open venue like that to simply get his needs properly taken care of.
And he really would have preferred the librarian. Orion Pax - it hadn't taken anything to find out the designation when to found the schedule - was witty, somehow diplomatically argumentative and didn't give in if he knew he was right or wanted to stand for his opinion, actually had some smarts to go with said use of words and Megatron wanted to know more.
More, and more personally (most of the earlier he'd simply learned over the few times he'd been in the library when the mech was, but hadn't actually approached him). So this time, he decided to actually use the librarian's assistance in what he was looking for... and perhaps get something more out of it.
"Excuse me?"
Ignoring the faint itch interfacing hadn't properly gotten rid off, Megatron approached the librarian at a lazy, casual walk. It was a pity he hadn't seen any signs at all that the surprisingly fine-lined truck-alted mech had the inclination he was looking for. Things would have been a lot easier (and, really, pleasing) if he had.
As it was, since there was no one left in the current arena circuit that he trusted with what he had to hand over, perhaps he would have to avail himself of one of the clubs. It made an irritable twitch slither down the treads on his shoulders, the thought that he'd have to do that.
It was ages since he'd had to go to an open venue like that to simply get his needs properly taken care of.
And he really would have preferred the librarian. Orion Pax - it hadn't taken anything to find out the designation when to found the schedule - was witty, somehow diplomatically argumentative and didn't give in if he knew he was right or wanted to stand for his opinion, actually had some smarts to go with said use of words and Megatron wanted to know more.
More, and more personally (most of the earlier he'd simply learned over the few times he'd been in the library when the mech was, but hadn't actually approached him). So this time, he decided to actually use the librarian's assistance in what he was looking for... and perhaps get something more out of it.
"Excuse me?"
ichooseboth2013-03-12 05:29 pmPrimes Settle Their Debts
Optimus Prime. Carrier of the Matrix. Barrier of the wisdom of both Primus and the Ancients.
...And he was as nervous as a mech facing the Pit.
His Primacy was new and still fraught with recovering from the troubles, scandals, and debts that plagued the last. Zeta Prime had left a mess in his stead, along with questions of the legitimacy of his reign. Only his controversial public ascension in the wake of Zeta's assassination had left the public with no doubt about his right to reign...but the bitterness of the suddenly disposed officials and nobles who had grown wealthy off of Zeta's corruption.
In short, the administration was short on clout and full up on debt.
Thus, the young Prime had to negotiate for reparations.
Some had chosen to forgive a number of debts automatically, to distance themselves from the scandal or to earn favor. Others received clemency for minor crimes in exchange for assistance.
And still others remained to negotiate with.
Thus, Optimus Prime's arrival in Kalis to speak with her current ruler: the fiercely politically savvy Elita One.
His shuttle landed smoothly, with an aid escorting the Prime and his entourage into the Citystate leader's quarters. He'd managed so far by luck, unearned (in his opinion) respect, lingering fear, and overestimation. From what he had learned during the flight, briefed by aids and political datapads, he would not have any of these when it came to negotiating with the femme.
...And he was as nervous as a mech facing the Pit.
His Primacy was new and still fraught with recovering from the troubles, scandals, and debts that plagued the last. Zeta Prime had left a mess in his stead, along with questions of the legitimacy of his reign. Only his controversial public ascension in the wake of Zeta's assassination had left the public with no doubt about his right to reign...but the bitterness of the suddenly disposed officials and nobles who had grown wealthy off of Zeta's corruption.
In short, the administration was short on clout and full up on debt.
Thus, the young Prime had to negotiate for reparations.
Some had chosen to forgive a number of debts automatically, to distance themselves from the scandal or to earn favor. Others received clemency for minor crimes in exchange for assistance.
And still others remained to negotiate with.
Thus, Optimus Prime's arrival in Kalis to speak with her current ruler: the fiercely politically savvy Elita One.
His shuttle landed smoothly, with an aid escorting the Prime and his entourage into the Citystate leader's quarters. He'd managed so far by luck, unearned (in his opinion) respect, lingering fear, and overestimation. From what he had learned during the flight, briefed by aids and political datapads, he would not have any of these when it came to negotiating with the femme.
cliffjumper2013-01-22 09:55 pmMeme-type thing
Through the magic powers of FIIAM (fuck it, it's a meme) you awake, on a derelict space station. Only emergency running lights are on. In your explorations you come across room after room holding what appear to be, for lack of a better term, some sort of cradle contraption, glowing softly. Some of these feature devices, hanging racks of add-on equipment that make you, eventually, realize the purpose of these things: sex.
Or, more precisely, ways to catch sexual energy and channel it, through a system of sensors and cables, to the ship's engineering core.
In other words, if you want the lights to come on, or the food dispensers, or any higher function than life support? Get to the good stuff.
Or, more precisely, ways to catch sexual energy and channel it, through a system of sensors and cables, to the ship's engineering core.
In other words, if you want the lights to come on, or the food dispensers, or any higher function than life support? Get to the good stuff.
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