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Open Log -- Gdit, Tango!

Nov 27, 2011 15:07

DATE: November 27th, early afternoon
CHARACTER(S): Blues and YOU!
SUMMARY: Tango and the local widelife don't get along.
LOCATION: Blues' stopped wagon.
WARNINGS: He's a bit frazzled, so he might curse a bit.
FORMAT: Any you please

( The things he puts up with. )

blues | gunsmith

Comments 4

blackwidowblade November 29 2011, 21:31:24 UTC

What in the name of Unicron was that blasted noise?

Airachnid could smell something burnt--it reminds her unpleasantly of when that blasted Jack blew up her ship. All her trophies, lost to fire and explosion, stranding her on that blasted mudball!

THIS blasted mudball!

She folds into her spider mode, six long legs skimming quickly up the train, following the smell and the echo of noise.

"Well now. What have we here?"

whistleconcert November 30 2011, 00:54:37 UTC

Blues is alerted only by the sudden voice, and he quickly whirls, bringing his blaster up to bear on the speaker. The fact that he was too distracted to notice anyone coming up on him -- especially something like Airachnid -- definitely puts him on edge. Dammit, through the pain, he hadn't even...

"That depends on what you're looking for."

blackwidowblade November 30 2011, 01:08:18 UTC

If it helps his ego, she is a bit of a huntress herself. Stealth is sort of part of the package. She's actually impressed at his reflexes.

"Well," she surveys the scorched ground, "looks like I'm too late for it, anyway." Missed all the fun again.

whistleconcert November 30 2011, 01:15:12 UTC

It certainly doesn't, but his arm doesn't waver.

"You missed a horde of angry animals, yes."

Tango flattens his ears again, meowing apologetically. Blues shoots him a look, then returns his attention to the 'lady' in front of him. After a moment, he lowers the blaster, the gun morphing back into his normal hand. If she was a threat, he was already on guard, after all.