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[startactician]

*is reading a random datapad* I went to visit Dreadmoon and deliver a token of my esteem. I believe he enjoyed it. We had quite a pleasant discussion before something went wrong with my sensors. It was the strangest thing. Fortunatly Dreadmoon was there to help me and I'm feeling fine now.

*encrypted entry follows*

Comments

[apprentice_lurk]

'Went wrong with your-'?

*very, very slowly starts to grin. No, scratch that, it's an exremely knowing smirk*

Care to describe your symptoms, tac? *gri-i-ins*

[startactician]

It was rather embarrassing, I'd rather not talk about it.

*noticees her look* Is there something you'd like to share with me, Dreadboots?

[apprentice_lurk]

Possibly. It depends on what happened, though, since if it's not what I think it is it could be a lot less fun than I think it should've been. *grins. She's being deliberately obscure, can you tell?*

[startactician]

You might want to rephrase that, you've lost me.

[cynic_cassette]

((Note: This'd be after 'Boots has finished talking to Thrust and left the room. Raven would've wanted to catch the tactician alone.))

*watches from her perch on one of the supply pipes criss-crossing the ceiling. He has his back to her. The visor blinks once, before she pulls almost exactly the same thing as she did with Starscream, hooking her legs round a pipe before dropping silently backwards to hang upside-down. He's still got his back to her, so she decides to go ahead and surprise him.*

So. How did it go?

[startactician]

((Gotcha))

*jumps a little, still on edge from his previous experience*

How did what go?

[cynic_cassette]

*smirks, privately pleased at managing to make him jump*

Don't pretend you don't know. You did say you'd let me know how you got on with that plan we came up with-- the one involving chocolate.

[startactician]

Oh, that plan. It went rather well, I think. He liked my gift.

[watch_in_shadow]

*brushes lightly through the encryption as though it wasn't there, reads that part of the entry and laughs silently to himself. This will indeed be fun. Interesting opponents are hard to find, and rather rare these days - a prolonged encounter would be challenging, as well as welcome. He looks forward to it...

...but decided to leave the tactician to fret for a while first. No sense in rushing things, now, is there?*