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re_alignment2012-09-13 09:01 pm
winged_knight) wrote in re_alignment2012-09-13 09:01 pm
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[Video][Transmitting from Junk Pile's edge near Megatronus's Quadrant]
[The Link flickers on to revel darkness cut by a single shaft of pale light. Only the tip of a pointed silver footplate is visible in the light, occupying the immediate foreground. From there the view travels up, the darkness marred only but the soft gray lines of a white frame punctuated by blood red accents seated in the background.]
[The helm swivels, sharp white audials slicing through the air as the glow of red optics comes into view.]
Fellow Haveners, refugees, it's Wing again.
[The voice: it’s very definitely wrong. It’s not Drift’s but it’s not Wing’s. It's almost a beautiful melding of the two but with a dark, sticky-sweet coating. He moves like a ghost, slipping from his perch to come down to your level.]
Please disregard my earlier broadcast. I assure you there's nothing to worry about. Aside from a slight frame mix-up-- [the helm leans further into view stopping just short of a ray of light, revealing Drift's features instead of Wing's] --which appears to just be a thing that's been happening of late, I feel peeeerfectly fine. Mooore than fine, in fact.
[It’s much of the same cadence and language that Wing uses, but his normally gracious words carry none of their usual earnest weight, instead sounding overly casual and almost patronizing.]
The only thing that's not fine is that I don't know where Drift is. [A thread of irritation--insolence--that gets covered quickly and his tone becomes sweet again.]
But maybe there's someone out there that can help me with that. Speaking of...
[Wing will just call out a few people of interest now, and not bother locking any of the frequencies. What would that accomplish?]
[To Soundwave]
Soundwave. Why so blue? It’s horribly depressing. Not to mention boorish. You’re better than that. Can’t you make some beautiful music for me? [Oh, there's a look that promises something in return, should you indulge him.]
[To Kagerou]
My friend Kagerou. You said recently that you wanted to start living. I was happy to be there to cheer you on. Now I'm ready to step up and take you places. Do you really want to start living? Come find me and I'll show you.
[To Perceptor]
Perceptor, did they lock you up for those shootings yet? No? Good. We could have some fun with that overactive trigger finger of yours. I’ve better uses for it. [Have a impish little smile.]
[To Pharma]
Oh Pharma... [He waves a hand casually.] Just wondering how it feels to know you touch the world through Decepticon crafted hands? Self servicing must be a real conflict of interest now.
[To Blurr]
Blurr, [it comes out as a purr almost, as if caressing the syllables as they leave his mouth.] You naughty thing. I’ve been watching you. I saw what you did. I just have to say...Bravo. [A slow clap, dark fingers into a cool metal palm.] Veeeery entertaining. Please, let us have mooore.
I do wonder though...how you think you’ll get your police force off the ground with behaviour like that. But I guess we didn’t really need it anyway. That’s no fun, right?
[To Starscream]
Starscream. No, no the other one. You are as big as your ego now. Have you challenged Megatronus yet? You were so confident about being his equal earlier when you were telling me how you'd throw him over your knee and slap his aft til he cried 'Primus!'. I'd love to know how that goes. [Can he watch? Please?]
[To Vandal]
So Karrie--err, sorry--Vandal.... Maybe you should come stay with me? You’ll be safe here. I can protect you if...Drift is otherwise occupied.
[To Drift]
And Drift... Where arrrre you? You've been avoiding me. [a pout of distaste] Perhaps I can understand why but, reeeaaally, we just have more in common now! Could be fun, yeeees? [the helm tilts provocatively as he leans uncomfortably close into frame.] Please let me know where you are. I've miiiissed you so very much. And I've I gotten as much fun out of myself as I can. I need you. Don’t make me come fiiiinnd you.
At this rate I'll have to find myself a lesser substitute just to satisfy my needs...
[The helm swivels, sharp white audials slicing through the air as the glow of red optics comes into view.]
Fellow Haveners, refugees, it's Wing again.
[The voice: it’s very definitely wrong. It’s not Drift’s but it’s not Wing’s. It's almost a beautiful melding of the two but with a dark, sticky-sweet coating. He moves like a ghost, slipping from his perch to come down to your level.]
Please disregard my earlier broadcast. I assure you there's nothing to worry about. Aside from a slight frame mix-up-- [the helm leans further into view stopping just short of a ray of light, revealing Drift's features instead of Wing's] --which appears to just be a thing that's been happening of late, I feel peeeerfectly fine. Mooore than fine, in fact.
[It’s much of the same cadence and language that Wing uses, but his normally gracious words carry none of their usual earnest weight, instead sounding overly casual and almost patronizing.]
The only thing that's not fine is that I don't know where Drift is. [A thread of irritation--insolence--that gets covered quickly and his tone becomes sweet again.]
But maybe there's someone out there that can help me with that. Speaking of...
[Wing will just call out a few people of interest now, and not bother locking any of the frequencies. What would that accomplish?]
[To Soundwave]
Soundwave. Why so blue? It’s horribly depressing. Not to mention boorish. You’re better than that. Can’t you make some beautiful music for me? [Oh, there's a look that promises something in return, should you indulge him.]
[To Kagerou]
My friend Kagerou. You said recently that you wanted to start living. I was happy to be there to cheer you on. Now I'm ready to step up and take you places. Do you really want to start living? Come find me and I'll show you.
[To Perceptor]
Perceptor, did they lock you up for those shootings yet? No? Good. We could have some fun with that overactive trigger finger of yours. I’ve better uses for it. [Have a impish little smile.]
[To Pharma]
Oh Pharma... [He waves a hand casually.] Just wondering how it feels to know you touch the world through Decepticon crafted hands? Self servicing must be a real conflict of interest now.
[To Blurr]
Blurr, [it comes out as a purr almost, as if caressing the syllables as they leave his mouth.] You naughty thing. I’ve been watching you. I saw what you did. I just have to say...Bravo. [A slow clap, dark fingers into a cool metal palm.] Veeeery entertaining. Please, let us have mooore.
I do wonder though...how you think you’ll get your police force off the ground with behaviour like that. But I guess we didn’t really need it anyway. That’s no fun, right?
[To Starscream]
Starscream. No, no the other one. You are as big as your ego now. Have you challenged Megatronus yet? You were so confident about being his equal earlier when you were telling me how you'd throw him over your knee and slap his aft til he cried 'Primus!'. I'd love to know how that goes. [Can he watch? Please?]
[To Vandal]
So Karrie--err, sorry--Vandal.... Maybe you should come stay with me? You’ll be safe here. I can protect you if...Drift is otherwise occupied.
[To Drift]
And Drift... Where arrrre you? You've been avoiding me. [a pout of distaste] Perhaps I can understand why but, reeeaaally, we just have more in common now! Could be fun, yeeees? [the helm tilts provocatively as he leans uncomfortably close into frame.] Please let me know where you are. I've miiiissed you so very much. And I've I gotten as much fun out of myself as I can. I need you. Don’t make me come fiiiinnd you.
At this rate I'll have to find myself a lesser substitute just to satisfy my needs...
[action]
[Wing's engine growls when Blurr tightens his thighs around the other grounder's midsection. His hands keep wandering, following the line of the chassis up Blurr's shoulders where he explores the joints and gaps in the armor. The nips continue, and if he can get Blurr to lift his chin, the move down his neck, alternating nips and licks. When Blurr's touches arrive at his wheels an in-vent hisses through him and he bites down a little harder.]
[action]
[He's moving his chin up, yes, because that bite stung a bit too much and it hurt thar time. It takes all the will-power he possesses to not move away. Considering what little he knows about relationships and make out sessions this could be normal.]
[His finger flex, but don't move away from Wing's joins.]
[action]
[Wing tilts his helm slightly, inspecting the mark he's left. He hums gently in approval, running his glossa over it as if to soothe some--but not all--of the pain away. The touches to his joints get an even louder hum of approval, and he mirrors the grip with his own fingers in Blurr's shoulder joints.]
[The hum grows into honeyed words, his breath hot against the other grounder's neck.] You know Blurr... I have information I think you'd find more than useful.
[He lets that process for a second--but only a second--trying to keep the other bot a little off balance. He trails his glossa along the line of Blurr's chin and back to his mouth. He moves in to lock his lips to Blurr's but pulls away at the last minute again. But it's a double feint this time, and if Blurr falls for the first then Wing connects with the second, pressing his mouth to the blue bot's hungrily.]
[action]
It's a confusing feeling being both turned on and irritated at what was going on. Blurr's processor doesn't seem to be able to decide in what emotion focus and he switches between the two from one nanosecond to another. Wing is sure not making things easy.
"Is that so...?" Blurr frowns again but his lip curls up into an arrogant grin. "Should I convince you to give it to m...? " He gets interrupted mid sentence, but he's not really going to complain this time. Blurr returns the kiss just as quickly before bitting Wing's lips.
[action]
He opens to the kiss, deepening it but only by so much. It's an offer and a tease in one, a wanton but also a strategic thing. The kiss takes as much as it gives, assertive but not so much that Blurr feels threatened...unless that gets a good response. And Wing is paying attention: only half of him is lost in the luxury of the exchange, the other plotting his next move.
He breaks it briefly, to reply to Blurr's question, but also to gauge the other mech's reaction.
You may try... [He returns the nip to Blurr's lower lipplate, his words purring against them.] Or we can trade. I do like trading secrets...