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Post by Conway on Nov 9, 2011 20:40:25 GMT -5
"Yeah he can be a real pain in the ass. But he's not so bad. He didn't kill you." Road would have liked to give the wound a better inspection but leaves it be and wipes his hands clean on his pants. He retrieves his gauntlets from the dirt, pulling them on over his hands and strapping them into place. "I think...what I'm going to do is look elsewhere and forget I even saw you."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 9, 2011 21:26:11 GMT -5
"....." Powershot studies Road's face, curled in the shade of their spares hiding spot. It's different then any other time he's looked at him. The glazed look that came with angles, shutter speeds, and the fascination with form. There's a weight to it that was never there before. ".......Road, you.... You'll stay in one piece, right?"
His fingers curled in the dust and dirt next to him.
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Post by Conway on Nov 9, 2011 21:53:38 GMT -5
Road looks up from his armor, now snapped neatly back into place to meet Shot's eye with a grin. " I always come back around to one piece eventually don't I?" He has scars a plenty to prove it, though he has managed to avoid getting his face cut up again.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 9, 2011 23:11:50 GMT -5
Powershot looks down, a smile quirking at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah... Yeah, you do."
Then he looks up again, gathering his feet back under him. He lists a little to one side as he crouches, but he manages to be steady despite the wound and the drips splatter the dust around him. "...........Thanks Road. For all of us."
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Post by Conway on Nov 9, 2011 23:23:51 GMT -5
He looks out from their little sheltered area, checking for any cons that may have wandered into the area. " Heh, Don't worry about it. Old habits right?" There is regret in his voice now, words lacking his usual energy. He looks back at Powershot, eyeing up his stance and the injury. "You gonna make it back okay?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 9, 2011 23:38:00 GMT -5
"I've made it through worse looking worse," Powershot tells him, with one of his sidelong smiles. He leans out of their hiding place a little, lifting up a hand to tap the side of his face. A transparent visor flickered around his eyes, expression dropping into an odd distracted neutral. "...........Good luck."
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Post by Conway on Nov 10, 2011 0:15:36 GMT -5
"Shot...hey" He really shouldn't keep him from going any longer but... "Don't let that Prime make you feel like dirt when you get back there, Hm? You're better than any fucking Autobot." His face is showing a rare earnesty in this moment.
"...and just try not to get caught next time?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 10, 2011 0:36:11 GMT -5
The edge of his mouth twitched as he slanted a look back up at him out of the corner of his eye. "That's usually the idea. ...... As far as anyone's concerned, we're only as good as the information we get."
He focuses out on the landscape, noting absently his dropped gun and knife. "We'll survive, one way or another, however we have to."
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Post by Conway on Nov 10, 2011 0:41:13 GMT -5
His smile comes back to him. "You'd better. You not allowed to die. Gotta watch over the brats right?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 10, 2011 0:43:37 GMT -5
Surprised, he glances back up at Road--so few people saw it that way. Serious lines etch into his face, and he nods, grimly determined. ".....Yeah. ....I hope the next time I see you, it's not on the wrong side of the war," he says, and he makes the decision for them--darting out past him, fast despite his injury. Snags his pistol, his knife, movements low and smooth. If the landscape had been darker, if there had been more places to hide, if Road hadn't known he was there, he might have been easily missed.
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Post by Conway on Nov 10, 2011 1:13:09 GMT -5
Road watches him go and stays put a few minutes longer. He has to give Shot distance, and...he has to think some. What did he mean by that...they would always be on different sides now. It was a strange encounter, he's not sure they have ever really...talked before. And he wondered how dangerous it might be to talk again.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 10, 2011 15:43:21 GMT -5
Powershot loped out of sight, darting from rock to valley to small outcropping. In his ear, the soft hiss of an empty comm link a soft chatter in his ear. He wasn't ready to signal Bounce, or connect up to Flips link, or even send the 'mission over -- failed' signal over the autobot communications array. He ran back to base, his processors chugging quietly through the chaos that his thoughts had been thrown into. Jack was splattered, dirty, dusty and grimy, but when laid himself out like a king in the crush of the cantina post mission. Almost every Decepticon was lurking for a recharge, shouting stories and showing off trophies. Jack's corner might've been small, but it was his, and a stack of insigna's tottered and scattered at his feet propped up on a small table in front of him.
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Post by Conway on Nov 11, 2011 2:03:46 GMT -5
Road was along after a little while, having to take the time to check in with Torque as well as Barricade. He spills his badges onto the table and drops heavily into the chair across from Jack. He's leaning back, face to the ceiling while he pries away his armor. Long day, he's exhausted. His pile's not un-impressive, but it can be told visually that Jack's is a bit bigger. Maybe if he hadn't lost time on taking care of his little Autobot he would have kept up. But Jack will win this time.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 11, 2011 2:16:52 GMT -5
Jack looks him over, over his stacked feet, and grimaced at all the dirt still stuck to the armor piling up next to him.
Then his eyes dropped to the table, and a slow, pleased smile curled his mouth. "Well look at that," he said, fingers lacing and propped up under his chin as he leaned forward.
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Post by Conway on Nov 11, 2011 2:19:46 GMT -5
His head finally rolls forward after all armor's hit the floor. "Oh can it, I was busy." It's disappointing, the badges don't even need to be counted to tell who came out on top this time.
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