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Post by smokedtoast on Sept 8, 2008 14:04:52 GMT -5
"It's the problem of sentience." Wrongriff speaks up on the subject. "Unless you're dealing with a hive mind, there's always going to be someone who's objectives infringe on another... Synth has a point though. Despite the things I've seen and dealt with in that prison, on a much grander level Optimus succeeded in stopping allout war in the streets and colonies. The problems that need to be solved are dealing with the higher-ups that can't let go of the Great War, not the average citizen on the streets... or am I wrong?" He asks quietly, looking for their input.
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Post by npc on Sept 21, 2008 19:27:35 GMT -5
"Easy for you to say, mr. Warhero. Last time I checked, we're the people in the streets you were talking about. " Triphop shrugs and leans back, clearly done with all this. "Doesn't matter anyways. There's no percentage in it. My point is that Whiteout doesn't know what he's trying to argue for, and I guess the same goes for you guys. Which is fine by me. All *I'm* saying is that you don't know exactly what's what, and that I'm more in the doesn't care camp."
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Post by npc on Oct 4, 2008 21:23:26 GMT -5
Wrongriff goes silent for a moment, taking in all of this. He can't help but agree that Triphop is right in this aspect from his own knowledge. "You're completely right Trip... We can't keep hitting it from the same direction and expect different results." He goes silent again, not sure what else to say at this point. "How much have you guys taken in of the city they're building out here anyways? I helped with some of the construction... but after fighting our way out, I needed the break. They handling it alright?"
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Post by npc on Oct 26, 2008 20:49:42 GMT -5
"Oh, um," Synth pauses, feeling a little awkward to admit this, "I haven't really looked. I wasn't sure how much of a city there was. I... sort of thought it was all just a sewer where refugees and criminals used to hide out." There's a faint his of Transformer components and static as Triphop folds his sound systems back into himself. "We just got here man. We haven't seen anything here, other than the entrance and this really. And a few other little places. Nothing too serious."
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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 27, 2008 12:03:30 GMT -5
Wrongriff chuckles in response. "You're not that far off Synth, at least in it's origins... from what I was told, this used to be an old decepticon refugee base from near the end of the Great War. Rebuilt from one of the rebellion stations used against the Quints no less... though we just started trying to make it into a city I guess. Someone started calling it Neo Paradron and the name stuck.... apparently it was the name of a mining facility the council wiped off the maps." He shrugs lightly, leaning back a bit.
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Post by npc on Nov 22, 2008 22:35:41 GMT -5
"Wow. I didn't have any idea this place went back that far...," Synth intones, looking solemnly at the walls, letting one hand trail down the somewhat corroded face with a sort of reverence. Triphop, not surprisingly, isn't quite as moved. "Just so long as we do better than all of the previous residents."
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Post by smokedtoast on Dec 18, 2008 22:31:39 GMT -5
Wrongriff nods lightly. "Some of the rumors make it sound like... eh... I don't know how much I put into it, but.... apparently our young friend died here once before. Though I don't know how much faith you can put into ressurection with how much they broke apart the matrix to spread it amongst the Primals..." He shrugs for a moment, looking back into the pool he was before. "Though, it does seem strange he knew about it before anyone else joined his crew..."
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