Sorry doesn't help Snowcat, now does it? The best thing you can do is get out of my sight and stay that way until you wind up preaching to the wrong person and get melted down into jewelry. Nobody cares about you or your Primus, get it? *points at Duskwing* Go take your bleeding-spark girlfriend out of here before I bash her face in. And take Wingblade and the scraplets with you before I blow the lot of them back to Cybertron.
"No," Blackstar replies to the question Duskwing aimed at Auspex.
He steps over and juggles the crate to free and arm so that he can carefully pluck the little mech out of Dusky's arms and put it back in the box. He glowers at Wingblade fiercely.
"They're mechs, not turbodogs. You want a pet, look somewhere else. We're outta here," he growls, pushing past everyone to the door.
He pauses there and aims a look back over his shoulder. "I'd bail if I were you, Priestess. Can't do any good there. He don't want to be helped any more than I did."
His thrusters are rumbling menacingly as he slips out the door.
Hey! Did I still call 'em pets after you called 'em sparklets? I know what bein' a sparklet means, probably more than you do! I wasn't going to hurt them. *starts cussing at Blackstar's exiting non-form, mostly colorful stuff she's picked up at the Academy*
Duskwing scowls at Demolisher. "Girlfriend?? Youse a few cubes shy of a full load, aren't ya?" He shrugs and looks at Auspex.
Priestess, don't say nothin' more ta the big green jerk and leave now. He's talkin' big, but if ya don't push him on it, he'll let you go. An' he's less likely to bash you next time if he thinks he won this time, so don't argue wit' him. The voice is audible only in Auspex's mind, but it definitely belongs to Duskwing.
He gives Wingblade a narrow-optic'd glare that promises: I'll be seeing you later, then fades from sight.
*Auspex comms Duskwing in reply, unsure if he can recieve an answer through her own mind. //That is probably sound advice... it would not be a wise thing for me to provoke him.// *Her comm voice lightens in tone slightly* //Thank you for your help, Duskwing, with the sparklets, and your support.//
*she sighs at Demolishor, nodding once* That is true... you helped Snowcat. Very well. I am relieved that Snowcat will recover, and the sparklets will survive. That was all I could ask for. Take care, Demolishor, both of you. *she glances back at Wingblade questioningly, tilting her head slightly door-wards before exiting through it.*
Gah. Stupid gawkers; this isn't a damn TV show. *sighs and surveys the room, wondering if he should clean this mess up or wait until later. He flops down on their berth, holding his head in his hand* The things I do for you, Snowcat. I'm hoping you appreciate all this. Primus knows no one else does.
*Snowkitty crawls out from behind the berth, mewing loudly. WTF just happened here?* Reow!
*Demolishor pets him gently, chuckling* It's a pretty freaky world when you're the only conscious person I can stand to be around right now.
"You! Big Mean & Green! Don't mess wit' the priestess! Not less you wanna start having 'accidents' at the worst possible time."
He looks at Wingblade while absently patting the small wiggly mech in his arms. "Squishies got spirits, I've seen 'em."
He glances at Auspex. "Should I?" He asks, indicating the baby zamboni with a nod of his head.
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He steps over and juggles the crate to free and arm so that he can carefully pluck the little mech out of Dusky's arms and put it back in the box. He glowers at Wingblade fiercely.
"They're mechs, not turbodogs. You want a pet, look somewhere else. We're outta here," he growls, pushing past everyone to the door.
He pauses there and aims a look back over his shoulder. "I'd bail if I were you, Priestess. Can't do any good there. He don't want to be helped any more than I did."
His thrusters are rumbling menacingly as he slips out the door.
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Priestess, don't say nothin' more ta the big green jerk and leave now. He's talkin' big, but if ya don't push him on it, he'll let you go. An' he's less likely to bash you next time if he thinks he won this time, so don't argue wit' him. The voice is audible only in Auspex's mind, but it definitely belongs to Duskwing.
He gives Wingblade a narrow-optic'd glare that promises: I'll be seeing you later, then fades from sight.
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*she sighs at Demolishor, nodding once* That is true... you helped Snowcat. Very well. I am relieved that Snowcat will recover, and the sparklets will survive. That was all I could ask for. Take care, Demolishor, both of you. *she glances back at Wingblade questioningly, tilting her head slightly door-wards before exiting through it.*
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*Snowkitty crawls out from behind the berth, mewing loudly. WTF just happened here?* Reow!
*Demolishor pets him gently, chuckling* It's a pretty freaky world when you're the only conscious person I can stand to be around right now.
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