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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 11, 2011 2:26:45 GMT -5
"I don't remember saying there were any contingencies..... fine, fine, whatever." Jack rolls his eyes and flops back, scowling. "Doesn't mean I didn't win, though, but I'll let it slid this time."
He eyed up what injuries he could see, looking only a little worse for wear. He had a fixed cut on his face and the marks of some temporary sealant on his throat and shoulder under his ragged yellow jacket.
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Post by Conway on Nov 11, 2011 2:34:49 GMT -5
"Yeah, alright. You win, this time.
Next time maybe not."
Road seems to be pretty intact. There's fluid caking in his hairline and bruising starting across his jaw. His clothes are torn in places but still hide any other damage on his frame.
God, he doesn't want to move. He should have gotten energon before he sat down. But he has to have it, so groaning a complaint he shifts back out of the chair to head for fuel.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 11, 2011 5:15:47 GMT -5
Jack tilts back his head and watches him suffer, managing absolutely no sympathy from the warm pleasure of winning. "Yeah, that's right. I won. This time."
He likes rearranging the words to his liking, the emphasis on 'won', and he lounges while Road drags himself for refueling. He's a right smug bastard in every lanky, pointy line, and when he recrosses his feet, the burnt and ripped emblems scatter. The two piles look a lot more similar half mixed together, and as Road's coming back, Jack's hunched over them irritably trying to sort them back into their former proportions again.
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Post by Conway on Nov 11, 2011 22:22:24 GMT -5
He comes back to am amusing sight at least. His smile is tired but back on his face now and he slumps back into his seat, eyeing Jack and the insignias up. "Having problems?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 11, 2011 22:34:39 GMT -5
"Oh shut your trap," Jack tells him irritably, stacking a half-melted Autobot insignia with a hard smack onto his pile. He sat back, huffing. "Not like it even matters. It'll be nice to watch these things melt into scrap."
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Post by Conway on Nov 11, 2011 22:48:31 GMT -5
He leans forward, reaching out to grab up the half melted one and examine it. "Oh? You're not keeping them? Could impress some ladybot with your headcount maybe, if nothing else."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 11, 2011 23:00:53 GMT -5
"Look at how many of 'em are there! I don't want to sit around staring at Autobot symbols all over my quarters, I'll wake up sick every morning." he picks on up and tosses it up, catching in air, and making a disgusted face before throwing it back on to the table. "You're the weird one liking looking at it."
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Post by Conway on Nov 11, 2011 23:16:59 GMT -5
"That's what boxes are for dumbass, and I didn't say I liked it. I was just wondering how you did this." He turned the emblem over to face Jack and tapped a finger on the melt.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 11, 2011 23:19:58 GMT -5
Jack puffed up, arms crossed. "How I did it? How else, dumbass," he throws the word back at him, "Plasma." He snatched the emblem from his hands, tucking it fastidiously into his pile. "The guy had one of those beamy sword things, I shoved it at him."
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Post by Conway on Nov 12, 2011 0:13:07 GMT -5
His eyebrows popped up and he gave Jack an almost incredulous look. "Beamy.....sword thing?
...plasma blade?" He offers.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 12, 2011 0:58:38 GMT -5
"........Yeah, yeah, one of those," Jack says, waving his hand at him. "Beamy sword, like I said. Jabbed him right through the chest, it was awesome. I was awesome."
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Post by Conway on Nov 12, 2011 1:08:29 GMT -5
"Oh of course. Maybe next time we stick together so I can see just how awesome you are, hm?
He was going to fucking win next time, and he was going to keep an eye on Jack on the off chance he happens across Powershot again.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 12, 2011 1:42:05 GMT -5
"Ha! Just get in the way!" Jack broadly declared, stomping both feet down on the floor and spreading his hands magnamiously wide. "Just accept it, today, I'm the better bot."
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Post by Conway on Nov 12, 2011 1:57:14 GMT -5
There's a pause, and then a laugh. "Stop milking it, asshole! I already said you won. What else do you want?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 12, 2011 2:39:08 GMT -5
Jack's smile grew broad at the laugh. "Want you to admit it while not wanting to punch me in the face! Besides, how did all that, uh, you know, stuff, thing, go?" He shrunk down, casually looking around them as he spread his hands apart to mimic a size of something about two earth feet apart. Apparently his idea of indicating mini bot.
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