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Post by Conway on Nov 12, 2011 3:03:29 GMT -5
" I did already didn't I?" H would have a smart comment about punching him, but he's quieted by the question about Shot.
"Fine....it went fine."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 12, 2011 5:47:59 GMT -5
"Fine. Huh." Jack stretched out his legs again and sunk back, trying to look loose and casual and not like he was watching who was close enough to hear them. "Fuck you man, I don't even know why I did that. You just threaten to punch me all the time."
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Post by Conway on Nov 12, 2011 22:49:57 GMT -5
It's true, Jack had no reason to be helpful to Road, except the threat of getting punched. But that was far better than what he'd get if he was found out for concealing information on Road's Autobot. He gives Jack a measured look, smile gone and wondering how much Jack will rag on him about this later. But really, he has to, and he does appreciated what Jack's done(or rather what he hasn't done.) "...Thanks."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 13, 2011 1:03:29 GMT -5
Jack offered no answers with his haughty expression as he stretched out, fingers laced behind his head.
But he'd never expected that.
He started, staring at Road, and huffed, looking away from him. "Pah, I didn't do it for you."
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Post by Conway on Nov 13, 2011 1:38:21 GMT -5
Road looked away immediately, purposely missing Jack's looks. "You did it is what's important."
He leans back in his chair now, a little more distance between him and Jack. His gaze wandering the room-anywhere BUT Jack- while he works on putting his fuel away.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 13, 2011 2:31:57 GMT -5
Both of them avoid looking at each other. Jack doesn't like Road. He reminds himself of that sternly as he looks everywhere but at him in this awkward moment of inappropriate weird mushy feelings stuff.
He decides to pretend it never happened after a few awkward minutes, and thumps his heels down. He can't seem to decide whether to keep them up or not. "---Yeah so I'm gonna melt these emblems down. I think I'm gonna make myself a trophy out of them."
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Post by Conway on Nov 13, 2011 14:15:30 GMT -5
Road glance back over, a smile returning, if only a small one for now. "So you are keeping them then. Maybe a constructicon would be willing to do somethin with um if you had something to trade him."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 13, 2011 19:46:31 GMT -5
Mentioning Constructicons spikes his shoulders and sinks Jack down in his seat, muttering. "If I don't see another Constructicon for several earth months, it'll be way too soon."
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Post by Conway on Nov 13, 2011 20:20:53 GMT -5
Road chuckled. "way things go around here, I'm sure you'll see them sooner rather than later." All out battles were with the Autobots had been becoming more frequent as of late, and the Autobots (for the moment)were the ones advancing on Con territory.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 13, 2011 23:06:17 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah, look. I don't usually run into walls. Otherwise, I don't get touched beyond a few scrapes," Jack said, grabbing at an emblem as big as his fist and shaking it at Road across the table. "You saw a rare event."
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Post by Conway on Nov 13, 2011 23:15:43 GMT -5
Road reaches out the try taking the badge, curious who Jack go that one off of. "Fighting's been getting worse, you'll have more chances to hit a wall."
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 14, 2011 0:25:52 GMT -5
Jack fights him for a minute but lets go, rolling his eyes as he lounges back. "They finally got off their afts and decided to try something new for once, like being a challenge. We'll crush 'em, of course."
But even Jack knew the fighting had been getting vicious, even by Decepticon standards. The absent confidence was common in the ranks, and an excellent cover for the rising edge among them. Superiors were getting more violent and less predictable, the sure signs of Lord Megatron's iron fist, and all of them had heard the deep bellowing yelling.
They were small time enough, he and Road, to be spared any direct temper tantrums, but everyone knew.
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Post by Conway on Nov 14, 2011 0:42:09 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, of course. Just look how many we beat today. No contest right?" Of course he won't mention how many of their own where missing or crammed into the med bay right now. He tossed the badge back into the piles, not finding a name on it, and turns his attention back to refueling.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 14, 2011 0:56:02 GMT -5
"No contest," Jack agrees. He rolls up to his feet lazily, shacking out his limbs. "I'm all refueld and tired of sitting around. I'm gonna take these--" And he bent down to scoop his catch up in his arms, looking a bit ridiculous as he juggled them all, "--and appreciate my win."
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Post by Conway on Nov 14, 2011 1:06:35 GMT -5
"Good, I'm tired of looking at you." He still has half a cube left and less of a will to move from his seat.
When he does move he'll leave the pile of badges, he has no use for them.
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