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Post by shadowfang on Jul 31, 2009 18:38:15 GMT -5
Prima followed Storm to the counter, determined to stay close to her guardian. She peered over the bar at the mech at the other end, having to stand on her the tips of her pedes (toes) in order for her optics to see over the counter. She waved shyly to the Mech as she continued to drink her shake.
ooc: Yes, she's waving to Shadowslash just to let you guys know.
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Post by Storm Blue Lightning Saix on Jul 31, 2009 18:48:11 GMT -5
Smiling, Storm lifted Prima onto the counter so she could see, making sure that there were no spills the little sparkling could sample.
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Post by Spiritimus Prime on Aug 1, 2009 8:54:00 GMT -5
Suddenly, the doors to the Oil House opened, revealing a mech dressed in a white cloak and standing at a height of 25ft. However, no one could see his face because of the cloak shadowing his optics and facial features. The only thing anyone could see was his white and grey feet that had a wheel on the outside of his calves. The mech ignored the odd stares coming from the mechs and femmes that were in the room. He approached the bar and sat down at a table, folding his white arms across and fiddled with something that was hidden beneath his cloak. He suddenly raised a hand and snapped a finger, causing a waiter to come and approach him. "What can I do for you, dear sir?" the femme asked. The mech lifted his head, but refused to show his face to the femme. He sent her a smile in regard to her polite words. He liked politeness, it always meant respect and kindness. However, none of that mattered at the moment to him. He just completed a little job and would need a little something for himself to get his energy back. "Could you please get me three medium grade energon cubes," he said. "I'm in a little bit of a hurry to get something into my systems. I had a tiring day today completing some work and I wouldn't mind a way in getting my strength back." "Of course, of course," the femme waiter said as she waved the mech off. "I'll be right back with your cubes. However, it could take a while to get it ready, so why don't you make yourself comfortable?" "I will do that, thank you," the mech replied as he nodded. The femme beamed and left to go and sort out the mech's order. As soon as she had gone, the mech leaned back in his chair, keeping his arms folded across his chest, and lowered his head as he settled down to think. He had a lot on his mind, but thinking always made time pass by extremely quickly and it never hurt a bit to take his mind off of today's field of work. "A mech's work is never done," he mused to himself.
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Post by supermetalsonic on Aug 1, 2009 9:01:28 GMT -5
Trick track prepared the order and placed them on a tray and served it, all the while keeping an eye on the customer.
He disliked customers that kept their face hidden all the time as they tended to cause the most trouble
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Post by Davidm17 on Aug 1, 2009 9:24:33 GMT -5
Shadow had noticed Prima wave at him and was baffled at why she would and simply gave her nod when the white cloaked entered.He did not care and just took out the data pad with the data haxia sent him.
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Post by Storm Blue Lightning Saix on Aug 1, 2009 12:25:12 GMT -5
Storm's tapped lightly against the counter while keeping an optic on the cloaked figure. He didn't sound dangerous so for the moment she left him be. However, if some of the other bots got too curious and decided to...figure him out then there would be trouble. Sighing heavily, she strolled over to him, choosing her words carefully.
"Excuse me? But could you please remove the hood. I'm sorry, but we don't like shady characters in this establishment..." Her voice was anything but firm.
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Post by cypher on Aug 1, 2009 14:01:03 GMT -5
Duel had, had to deal with something in the secruity office, and had't yet notcied Prima, however with her sat on the counter, he saw her perfectly, he sighed. he would have to ask Storm about her. he saw strom toaling to the cloaked figure, and decided to stay nera-by just incase something happened.
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Post by Spiritimus Prime on Aug 1, 2009 14:19:57 GMT -5
The white cloaked mech glanced up at Storm curiously, his optics still hidden by the hood. Normally he was never asked to do such a thing because of always being left alone to his own thoughts. However, the moment he lay his optics upon her he knew that he couldn't say no to a request, especially when they applied to the rules of the bar. It had been a long time since he had to listen anyway. "Very well," he answered simply in a calm baritone voice. Slowly, the mech lifted a hand and pulled back his hood, revealing a white head with angel-like wings on the sides that were similiar in design to Optimus' ear-fins during the Mini-Con Battles, and cobalt blue optics that were as pure as clean water. He then stood up and removed his cloak as well, also showing a white body with a red windshield on his chest and the Autobot symbol on his right shoulder and two massive swords nestled comfortably on his grey hips. He then placed the cloak on the back on of his chair and looked at Storm, a slight hint of curiosity in his bright blue optics. "I apologise for the cloak, ma'am," he said, "but I have to wear it outside in order to hide who I really am. I have become so used to wearing it outside I forget that there are rules in some areas that do not allow the possibilities because of the lack of trust. No hard feelings I hope." He then gave Storm a small smile. "Where are my manners?" He held out a hand to her. "My name is Drift. I'm a little new around these parts. What is yours, ma'am?"
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Post by Storm Blue Lightning Saix on Aug 1, 2009 14:37:13 GMT -5
She relaxed the second the cloak came off, still remained a little tense at the sight of the well crafted swords. Having wieled two of her own, she knew a good blade when she saw one.
"I'm Storm Blue." She shook his hand, her's being much smaller then his. "Don't worry. I'm pretty new here too. Former Decepticon and all." She offered him a small smile in return. "This is the first time I've ever really been outside of Kaon. I guess I just got tired of being a punching bag so I...defected. After that, I got looped into being the part time manager of this place through a friend of mine..." She looked sheepish when she realized she was rambling. "Sorry, Drift...so what brings you here?"
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Post by cypher on Aug 1, 2009 15:18:25 GMT -5
seeing that there was no trouble Duel went behind the bar to serve drinks, he'd talk with storm privately
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Post by Spiritimus Prime on Aug 1, 2009 15:51:38 GMT -5
Drift waved the apology off and smiled kindly. He watched as Tricktrack served him his cubes and went on his way, but not before Drift gave his thanks he picked up one of the cubes and quickly gulped it down in order to satisfy his dying energy that he had been losing while he had been out and about. The white mech glanced at Storm Blue and listened as she rambled over nothing. He never really paid much attention when someone talked about something that was never of his personal interests. Of course, when she asked him the question, he was a little taken aback by it. "Well," he said, clearing his throat as he swirled one of the cubes between his fingers, "I was just taking a break from in the middle of a search I was doing. Normally I mind my own business and leave everything to the Autotroopers, but today had been a little different. I was called in by the Elite Guard to see into some personal business about a certain mech that involved my past life. They wanted me to track him down and kill him. Not because he and I are connected in the past, but because of all the deeds he had done as well. I also came here looking for information from someone because he or she may know the whereabouts of my target. I cannot speak of the latter's name because everyone fears him, as far as I or anyone else knows." Drift sighed and fiddled with the handle of his left blade, twirling the ancienct symbols that were decorated on the sheathe that kept the large blade hidden from plain view, almost making it look like it appeared to be just an innocent dagger that meant no harm unless the owner wished to use it for his own purposes. "A former Decepticon you say," he said, his head tilting to one side in curiosity. "I rarely cross paths with those types. It is not often that a Decepticon would defect unless they had their reasons besides yours. Mostly they did it to get revenge, like the Vice Commander of the Decepticons, Starscream." Drift shrugged his shoulders and took another gulp from one of the cubes. He sighed and dimmed his optics for a moment before onlining them again and looking back into Storm's once again. "Besides yourself, are there any former Decepticons here in this bar? This is a serious case from what the Elite Guard described and this menace must be stopped before he decides to strike again."
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Post by Storm Blue Lightning Saix on Aug 1, 2009 15:58:28 GMT -5
"I'm the only former Decepticon, I think. But there are a few who haven't jumped ship just yet." She looked over to Shadowslash then back to Drift. "Describe this mech to me. Perhaps I could offer some help in some way..."
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Post by shadowfang on Aug 1, 2009 16:39:29 GMT -5
Prima grinned as she finished her oil shake. The drink had really brought out the adventurous streak the Sparkling had. She found Shadowslash's reaction quite amusing... It was time to bother him some more, she decided. She inched closer and tried to look at the Datapad, then looked at him , looking at the datapad. Finally the sparkling gave the most adorely curious look and asked, "What'cha readin'?" She may have been the all powerful Unicron, but she was still an sparkling, and sparklings got curious.
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Post by Spiritimus Prime on Aug 1, 2009 16:46:42 GMT -5
Drift felt his optics twitch, not from annoyance, but from the sheer pressure of what the possibilities might be should he give valuable information to a stranger. While he had heard stories about a strange femme with an unusual alt mode in the low ranks of the Decepticons, he did not know her name up until now. The only information he had of her was that she had been teased and made fun of because of her form. That was all he knew of her and no information was given on her personality and what she was capable of in battle should it come down to it. Still, he knew he had to risk it, whether he disliked the idea or not. "Very well," he said, "I'll tell of his description. He is a large grey mech with an orange visor and a face plate that covers his entire face, other than his optics. Many Decepticons and Autobots fear this mech because of his sheer strength that matches that of Megatron. As far as I know, very few mechs have faced him and have lived to tell the tale. The only one whoever escaped his wrath was a mech named Deadlock, who defected in order to right what he had done wrong in the past." Drift folded his arms across his chest, but it was not in self-defence. The very name of the mech he had once been haunted him and he would rather not mention that name ever again. The way it rolled across his glossa made his insides churn even at the very thought of it. "Would that be enough for you, ma'am?" he asked.
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Post by Storm Blue Lightning Saix on Aug 1, 2009 16:58:20 GMT -5
"It is." She intoned quietly, even though she had no idea who this mech was. "That description isn't ringing any bells...but the name Dealock is familiar." She shook her head softly. "However, I do know a mech who could figure out your target's location. He's, eh...a little shady but he gets the job done."
One audio spun in Prima's direction. A silent warning to keep the sparkling's hands (and words) to herself.
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