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Post by avisis on Sept 18, 2011 22:50:32 GMT -5
"...fascinating," is all he comes out with, for the moment. They don't have a meeting. What is this funny little mech trying to tell him? He almost stops dead to demand an explanation, but curiosity keeps him moving. Why is the scout taking him outside?
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Post by Conway on Sept 18, 2011 22:56:26 GMT -5
He's encouraged when Mirage doesn't immediately seem angry and more so when Mirage keeps following. He exits the Ark to the left, hauling himself up the rocks there carefully with one arm, energon occupying the other.
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Post by avisis on Sept 20, 2011 18:14:37 GMT -5
"Okay." He watches the other mech clamber up; stubbornly, he sets his feet. "I think an explanation is in order. I might even go so far as to say I deserve one."
Having nothing else to do, he takes a helpless drink. What the hell is this mech up to?
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Post by Conway on Sept 20, 2011 20:06:05 GMT -5
He settles himself on a boulder, taking a sip of his energon and pointing west. "Sunset."
The sun is indeed low in the sky, approaching the horizon and throwing a rainbow of colors onto the thin cloud cover.
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Post by avisis on Sept 20, 2011 20:10:38 GMT -5
Mirage looks westward. The sun is indeed lowering itself towards the planet's horizon; evening rushes in. He looks at Hound. He looks at the sunset again. He almost demands another angry explanation, but that would be thoughtless. He forces himself to calm down and consider the situation again.
"...you appreciate it?" he tries.
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Post by Conway on Sept 20, 2011 20:16:29 GMT -5
"Yeah." He turns away from the sunset to Mirage a moment, his look seeming to question that Mirage doesn't. "It's nice isn't it?"
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Post by avisis on Sept 20, 2011 21:54:54 GMT -5
"Certainly," he smooths over immediately. It sounds offensive, suggesting Hound wouldn't. He looks reflexively back to the sunset.
It is impressive. The clouds are rumpled underneath with salmon-pink and orange, crested with deep purples and blues. The sky is a vast sheet of color transcribing itself slowly over everything.
He's cooling down. The huff of air through his vents is slowing. He doesn't look away from the lowering sun. "I apologize."
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Post by Conway on Sept 20, 2011 22:24:38 GMT -5
Mirage is managing to keep Hounds eyes off the sunset. "Why's that? You haven't done anything to me."
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Post by avisis on Sept 24, 2011 20:37:26 GMT -5
"I don't---" He stops. Holding a hand up, he turns it slowly, watching the way the dimming light makes his long fingers color over in sheens of blue and lavender. The light sources on this world are manifold and, sometimes, ridiculous; he likes this one, though. "I've been a little off-putting, and uncivil. I appreciate your friendliness."
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Post by Conway on Sept 24, 2011 20:58:31 GMT -5
Hound's eyes would light up if they weren't yanno, already back lit. But he smiles big enough. This means that they're friends now right? "Don't worry about that. It didn't bother me."
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Post by avisis on Sept 24, 2011 21:17:33 GMT -5
A hair's length smile triggers at the corner of his mouth, and he lets it stay. "Yes, I'd noticed."
Raising his eyebrows, he glances over. "Are you always so amiable, or is this some sort of special treatment?"
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Post by Conway on Sept 24, 2011 21:23:58 GMT -5
He paused to think about that. He had gone out of his way to befriend the racer, but he might have done just the same with someone else. "Well I'm not Sunstreaker if that's what you mean, and you...looked like you could use a friendly face."
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Post by avisis on Sept 24, 2011 22:15:37 GMT -5
Defense snapped back into his face. "I don't need anyone," he was quick to clarify. He looked back to the sunset, but somehow in only a few short moments it had lost its color; everything was dull, now, a hazy shade of blue. Where had the orange gone?
Sighing, he felt his legs buckling in orderly motion, slowly letting him down until he could sit and fold his arms over his knees. "...I needed a friendly face," he repeats. Fine. He'll admit it.
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Post by Conway on Sept 24, 2011 22:33:51 GMT -5
He slid down from his rocky perch now that the show was over and stepped over to Mirage. He thought about laying a hand on his shoulder but...to soon maybe? But he smiled down at the other bot. "and so here I am."
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Post by avisis on Sept 24, 2011 22:40:50 GMT -5
The upper-crust mech squints up in the dim light. Hound is blocky, chunky, hard-formed; scored with lines and gash-marks suggesting outdoor rambles and graceless scuffles. His metals are second-grade and ill equipped for anything other than shielding his interior from what must be perpetual backsplashing. His face is a boxy clod of earnestness.
It's all terribly endearing.
He hears himself vent in relaxation, without knowing why it's happening. "Thanks," he murmurs.
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