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Post by Haze on Aug 12, 2009 14:17:44 GMT -5
A loud clunk could be heard. Haze had chosen this location because there were barely any humans around. He had come here with enough of his sensors turned off, so he was perfectly lost. Now, he was just trying to figure out how the heck Annie, the person he met earlier, did as well as she did when she was blind. Of course, if any of the Decepticons he worked for showed up, it was also the perfect example of acting stupid, or if an Autobot appeared, he could avoid a fight with pretending.
The only problem was that he kept walking into trees and rocks. That was where all the clunks came from. Of course, Annie had told him how she did it, but he was having problems. It was pretty much just an experiment, you could say. Another clunk rang out. That was getting a little tiring. He turned around and sat down leaning on the tree. This was extremely difficult.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 14, 2009 15:18:19 GMT -5
Nightracer hadn't thought about it, really, as she had begun driving, but she stopped at the distant sound of clunking. She sighed, figuring it had to be someone stupid...probably, what's his name? That annoying thing that ran around or something of that sort.
She sighed softly and scanned the area before transforming. She looked down and soon found Haze. "All right, what stupid thing are you doing now?" she asked softly, looking down at him.
She didn't sound like she usually did, which was 'what in the Pit are you doing and should I shoot you for it?'. Instead, she shifted and slowly moved so she didn't crush the trees before giving up and transforming. "Because, if it is really stupid, I might have to flick you or something," she muttered.
With her Femme Programming recently activated, she was still trying to settle into herself...again. She had done this already when she had first joined the Decpticons for Primus's sake! She let out a soft cycle of air and shifted to focus on the small bot. "Primus, you look like scrap," she muttered.
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Post by Haze on Aug 14, 2009 15:36:35 GMT -5
Haze looked around quickly. He had pretended to forget that he couldn’t see. I was trying to see what it would be like to be blind, so I shut off my optics. Now where are you? Who are you? And why can’t I see? Haze stood up, even a stupid person knew that when someone said, "Because, if it is really stupid, I might have to flick you or something," to move. And move he did. Scrambling in one direction to eventually run into her foot.
What did I run into? Haze may have been smart, but he was pretty good at acting like he lacked a processor. He looked like scrap? Must have been running into the trees and rocks. He tried to keep up his guise by transforming quickly into his radio form. Don’t hurt me, please, robot that sounds much bigger than me.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 14, 2009 15:46:39 GMT -5
Nightracer rolled her optics and sighed, gently reached down. "Don't stab me you annoying piece of scrap. It's Nightracer," she responded, before gently lifting him up.
All right, it wasn't completely stupid. She was acutally getting prepared to drop him if he tried to attack her and she sighed, shaking her head at the small bot. She shifted and made sure she wouldn't drop him. "That's not as stupid as what you usually do. Still stupid, but not warenting getting flicked about," she responded, though she was being unusually careful.
Sighing, she settled down and sat amongst the trees. She may be a Decepticon, but she knew that she would never be able to harm a Sparkling or Youngling ever again. Oh, wait, she'd never met one before Cynthia.
Stupid organic.
She looked at Haze and realized she hadn't ever really...met him. He was younger then her, and she stared at him. She was actually pretty surprised she hadn't crushed him or pretended to think about crushing him, but she let it go. She didn't want to overwork her processor about it.
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Post by Haze on Aug 15, 2009 0:21:00 GMT -5
The bigger ‘bot was holding him. He poked his optics out the top of his radio form. He still couldn’t see, so it didn’t really help. He then fully transformed, his optics going behind his face plate. Haze let himself be held for a while. He couldn’t do anything else. I’m Haze. Can you please explain why I can’t see? Nightracer, as she said she was called, was still holding him. It wasn’t as stupid as what he usually did? That wasn’t too surprising. He did stupid things to keep himself from becoming suspicious. He blew himself and other people up on a regular basis. There wasn’t anything around here that was volatile, so explosions were out of the question. Alright, she sat down while still holding him. All right, that was unusual, especially for a Decepticon.
So this was abnormal behavior. He momentarily forgot his disguise. Why are you still holding me? Aren’t Decepticon’s supposed to behave more… Well, not like this? Was some type of abnormal programming intro… Why can’t I see? If Nightracer thought about it enough, she was likely to figure out that he wasn’t as dumb as he often seemed. He just hoped that the question about his offline optics would distract her enough so that she didn’t commit enough processing power to the idea.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 15, 2009 0:54:54 GMT -5
Nightracer let him rant, though she caught his questions. She nearly rolled her optics and responded, "Online them you idiot. And if you must know...I do not find it fitting for my position to respond to your inquiries."
She settled more and stared at the small bot in her hand. She let out a sigh and shook her head slightly. She shifted a little and stated, "My Femme Programming was activated."
It was almost the way she said it, almost stated that she wasn't enjoying the fact that her Femme Programing activated. She suddenly curled her fingers slightly and stated, "Tell anyone, Autobot, Decepticon, Neutral, Organic, I don't care, I will crush you."
The way her voice pitched low and threatening...and the way her rifle unfolded from her lower arm, was probably being pretty convincing...maybe.
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Post by Haze on Aug 15, 2009 1:26:29 GMT -5
Haze cut his optics on. Apparently she heard his questions, but didn’t put to much thought behind it. Nightracer then said that it was because her female mentality programming had been activated. That explained it pretty well. Also it sounded like she was disliking it. That was probably the explanation for the threat and the rifle. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. What secret are we talking about? Haze was watching for any sign that he was about to become a real pile of scrap metal.
ooc: Sorry it's so short. I'm not really full of musse for a terrified post.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 15, 2009 2:17:36 GMT -5
Nightracer looked down and nodded, folding everything back calmly. "Good. Best you forget about it anyway. Have you always been this tiny?" she questioned, gently.
She didn't press however. She looked out and almost seemed to growl. Fear was something she dealt with on a daily basis and something she often dealt out...sometimes. She actually wasn't the best in the fear department, until some more unruly mechs were put in their place with a nice bullet to their back.
She grinned suddenly before she focused back down at the tiny mech in her hand. She moved, as if too pet him, but stopped suddenly and watched him. She let out a sigh and rested back against the tree, causing it to groan. "Just slagging great. I get enough fragging slag from the walking scrap heaps. Word gets out my programming activated, I'll never be viewed as a warrior again," she growled out, almost as if she had forgotten the bot in her hand.
She hadn't, she just wasn't really addressing him. And she was pretty sure that she had frightened him into silence.
((ooc: It's okay))
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Post by Haze on Aug 15, 2009 15:01:22 GMT -5
Forget about what? Yes, I have always been this small. So what? Haze glared at Nightracer. He liked his size, even though it did mean he could easily be crushed. Nightracer seemed angry about something. She leaned back on the tree, then she started to talk to herself.
So what if they people don’t see you as a warrior? Have you seen how ferocious many of the female Autobots are? That means that they just underestimate you. And that provides any warrior an advantage. He didn’t worry about his disguise, as he was using a recording he had for a good while. And he was also modulating the sound so it seemed to come from elsewhere.
[Who did that? I don’t see anyone, so where did those words come from? What am I talking about again?[/b] That was good and would either work to reaffirm his assumed intelligence or blow up in his face, figuratively.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 15, 2009 15:15:20 GMT -5
Nightracer stared down at him and shook her head a little. "I'm just asking. Your size is just fine for avoiding stomping feet," she almost snapped back.
Shifting, the sound of quiet creaking from the tree came across. She almost ignored the bot as he said, something, except she wasn't sure if he was actually saying anything and she glared a little at the surronding area before smirking at his confusion. The little bot was quite annoying, but he seemed to be lacking a few chips in his processor.
Eh, who wasn't?
She watched him for a moment and shook her head. "Well, it doesn't matter. Besides, I've never fought any other femmebots," she retorted quietly.
She almost crushed him again and rolled her optics at him. She was pretty sure that he was beyond repair and that he had a permanent glitch in his system and she sighed. "What are you doing out here, dinging stuff and yourself?" she questioned.
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Post by Haze on Aug 16, 2009 14:03:37 GMT -5
Nightracer said his size was good for just what he liked it for. And then she moved a little more. She just sat there for a few moments. He did too. She didn’t really seem to realize that he was the one that had produced the sentences. Nightracer hadn’t fought any other femmebots, that wasn’t all that surprising. Or was it? Never mind. As she said, it didn’t really matter.,
Haze looked at her as if she was as dumb as he pretended to be. I was trying to see what it would be like to be blind. He reached up, scratching his faceplate, a habit he picked up from observing the humans. He was curious, but he had to figure out how to go about finding the answers without revealing his intellect. His arm changed into a machine gun. Ooh. What does this do? He angled it so he was looking down the barrel, shot a round, and the bullet ricocheted off his faceplate, flying at Nightracer’s head/chest. He shook his head. This could give him some tips on how to get information from her. What just happened?
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 16, 2009 16:07:02 GMT -5
Nightracer winced as he shot her, on accident, though it made her roll her optics at the idiot bot. "Really? You don't even..you must be missing a ton of chips in your processor, which is insulting, since you don't even know how to use your own rifles and I'm a sharpshooter," she muttered, rubbing her optics.
She didn't bother pulling out the bullet, since she would need to give herself repairs later for that reason. She let out a soft sigh and shook her head, before checking on him. "I'm surprised you haven't shot your optic out," she commented before gently tapping at the still transformed rifle, or pushed it out of his faceplate.
"Just point that end towards anyone but yourself...and another Decepticon. Mainly because it will just annoy them and they have thicker armor then me," she commented, making sure the rifle wouldn't hit her again.
She was so doomed if this got reported back to the Autobots. More like slagged if she ever faced the buisness end of one of Ironhide's canons. Heck, maybe because she was a femme they wouldn't kill her! Yeah...her gender of sorts would save her life!
She mentally groaned and shook her head. "But the shooting toy away," she muttered quietly.
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Post by Haze on Aug 23, 2009 13:08:22 GMT -5
Apparently the fact that Haze shot both of them got Nightracer to think that he probably didn't have anywhere near as much of a processor as a piece of scrap metal. He wasn't fazed by that, though he was mildly amused when she pointed his gun away from his head. He had angled the shot carefully enough to avoid getting more than a nice dent above his optic. She told him to put away his "shooting toy." Because she said that, he decided to comply. Alright. He transformed hhis gun, not into his arm, but into a sword. Ooh. What does this do?
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 23, 2009 18:05:45 GMT -5
Nightracer groaned quietly at the apperance of the sword, and pushed that away from her. "When anyone attacks you, swing that at them. Now put your sharp toy away. Just...don't catch me with it," she responded quietly, trying to keep the blade away from herself.
She shook her head at him and slowly lowered her hand to the ground. "There you go. Keep your optics on from now on, or go to a place where you won't crash off of the edge of a cliff or into a tree and get stuck," she murmurred softly with a small smile.
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Post by Haze on Sept 3, 2009 22:12:00 GMT -5
Haze tried to make it look like he was having some difficulty turning his 'arm' back into an arm. Okay. Bye. Haze started to walk away from Nightracer, when she was still speaking. But then, she gave him an idea. He walked straight into a tree. After that, he stumbled back, then walked around it. It was strange that Nightracer had seemed so concerned, but he felt that he couldn't delve into the mysteries without revealling himself. For a second, he wondered how many other decepticons perpetuated the same type of disguise.
(Ooc: Do you want to end this thread? You can if you want to. Seems sorta a fitting ending point to me.)
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