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Entry tags:
- !event log,
- annabeth chase (pjo/hoo),
- damian wayne (dc comics),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- drift (transformers idw),
- gamora (marvel 616),
- jason todd (dc comics),
- leonard mccoy (star trek),
- loki (marvel 616),
- megatron (transformers idw),
- namorita prentiss (marvel 616),
- nico di angelo (pjo/hoo),
- peter quill (marvel 616),
- robbie baldwin (marvel 616),
- rodimus (transformers idw),
- setsuna meioh (sailor moon),
- starscream (transformers dreamwave),
- wing (transformers idw)
EVENT ONE: JUNE 21ST-28TH
When: June 21-28
Who: Everyone.
Where: All over Knowhere, ending in the Continuum Cortex and Observation Deck.
Event details are here, IC announcement is here.
Prose & Action brackets are both acceptable ways of posting to these comments, please be mindful of what threads you are posting under!
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Wing is a little startled by the explosion--a long time since he'd seen a firearm. The monster roars, aiming--roughly--the wreck of his gun at Drift. But he's not one to leave an opening unexploited, so he dives in again, his blades striking at the thing's heart. No one hurts Drift, monster. Not while Wing's around.
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Drift ducks just in case the thing tries firing the faulty weapon, kicking out with a foot. It's supplemental though, as Wing's blades slice through the creature's chest with a sizzle. Twice felled the thing goes down with a loud shriek. It's hard not to steal a glance at the jet, the grace of his follow through, even though Drift should be making sure their opponent doesn't get up again.
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They both wait, and after a long moment, the thing bubbles, suddenly subsiding into a sort of glop on the ground, as if it melted. Wing grins, tsking. "And we were just getting warmed up!"
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That's what you meant by praise, right Wing?
Drift makes face at the bubbly mass, glad that's not him (and maybe remembering a moment when he wondered if it might be). Wing's grin banishes that in a sparkpulse though. "I'm sure there's more where that came from..." The jerk of helm sweeps his finials in the direction of the unexplored hall, his matching grin flush with their success.
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Wing makes his own face at the bubbling mass, because, well, gross. Still it's a sign the things can be defeated. He nods at Drift, feeling an entirely un-warlike warmth bubble in his spark. Comrades, fighting together. Just like Theophany. "Well, let's not keep them waiting...."
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Yeah, there's a ripple in Drift's spark that has nothing to do with battlefield cyberdreneline. It shows in the flicker of his optics and he nods to Wing, turning to head down the corridor again. "They won't know what hit 'em."
wrap soon?
And MAN I am so hungry right now does it show?"You look...happy," he says, his own grin broadening.
This is what he'd wanted for Drift--fighting, if they must fight, together, side by side, united by purpose.
"Let's not keep them in suspense, then." And he moves, feet fast and silent on the decking, blades at the ready, heading for the next.
sounds like a plan!
Can he taste yours then?Many flavors but some cuter than others, Wing is just proof of that. But if they have to fit themselves side-by-side so see how their flavors compliment each other then, um, when can this happen? Soon maybe?(no stop these tags are making me hungry too)"I have reasons to be," he says, gaze unwavering from Wing's bright face. "More than I've had in a long time." They are united with purpose, and Drift hopes, friendship too? There's a lot between them still, but time will tell how swiftly they put that behind them.
Though as the things here are going, that could be pretty fast. "Wouldn't think of it," Drift says with a grin, moving alongside Wing, the jet cutting an impressive silhouette in his peripheral as they move down the hall to meet the next danger together.