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Post by npc on May 3, 2009 1:11:02 GMT -5
He didn't growl, really, didnt snarl, didnt curse, he simply sat there, back against the cell wall, letting the energy slowly work its way through his system, He looked more like a teen now, mainly gangly limbs and scrawny build and he stared at the floor. Being inprisoned would only last so long, he knew that, and the autobots should know that as well. Nothing held the night for very long, or those that hunted in it.
NightHunter smiled briefly, a slow, dangerous smile.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 4, 2009 21:46:53 GMT -5
Meanwhile in an adjacent cell, a certain lobster-like seacon sits on the ground in frustration. Several dents have been made in the walls as Sand Clamp has tried a few times to escape with no avail. Even now, his head lays slumped over his arms as the dark unicronian energy still flows through his veins. He will be free one day, this is true. One way or another... at least that's what his inner self hopes after all.
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Post by embyr on May 5, 2009 12:14:30 GMT -5
Mantessa approached SandClamp's cell cautiously, keeping her distance. She probably shouldn't have come down there to visit, but...well.....it was SandClamp. Sure, the clones took a few shots at her, but *he* hadn't. That meant something, right? It was hard to see him like he was. Swallowing, she took another step forward. "SandClamp? It's....it's me. Tess. Are you um....are you okay?" Stupid question to ask, but since nothing else was coming to mind...well, she'd do the best she could in the situation.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 13, 2009 14:52:02 GMT -5
"Tess?..." Sand Clamp responded softly, starting to look up for a moment towards her. However, this motion is quickly reversed, almost forcibly. The tone that takes on his voice is dark and harsh at this point though small wavers of that soft tone manage to break their way free. "You shouldn't have come here. There's nothing her to save..." The way he refuses to look at her at the moment seems to suggest otherwise. Though Tess might notice a strain in his voice, as if struggling with the words he says. "Long live Unicron..."
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Post by embyr on May 13, 2009 18:41:50 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed and her hands went to her hips. "Don't pull that with me. You know better than to aggravate me, huh?" Mantessa struggled not to get too carried away and run into a lecture, because that wouldn't do anything but alienate him again. "We're gonna find a way to save you....I promise. And you can say whatever you want, but..." she paused, tilting her head. "Say it with meaning if you mean it." She put her hand on the wall and tried to smile. "Do you want me to come see you again?"
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Post by smokedtoast on May 23, 2009 11:29:00 GMT -5
Sand Clamp remains silent for a few moments before looking at her forcibly. His dark optics from his current mutation ripple back for a moment revealing the blue ones she remembers... if just for that moment. "Yes... I would." He manages to choke out before the darkness overtakes them again and his dark attitude returns. Even though, he manages to ask after a few seconds. "How is... you know..."
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Post by embyr on May 23, 2009 20:20:59 GMT -5
The momentary flash of blue was all she needed. He *was* in there, and still fighting. So she'd do whatever she needed to do in order to help him. And the question.... *If I tell him and something happens.....* But she couldn't just...not tell him, either. Biting back a sigh, she shifted a little uneasily. "He's fine. Healthy, and happy for the most part." Tess couldn't help beam for a moment. "And he's perfect, Clamp. Absolutely wonderful..." Trailing off, she tuned in to the other call heard dimly in the background. *Of course. Medic needed....*
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Post by npc on May 24, 2009 12:34:28 GMT -5
Pathetic really, Nighthunter rolled his eyes as he leaned against the wall. Honestly, he never really cared which side of the war a bot was on, so long as they stuck to their guns and to their side. He grimiced as his shoulder joint grated and popped, he needed to feed some time soonish or he would never be able to actually get the hell out of here, the energy 'vampire' waited and brooded, slowly piecing a plan together.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 30, 2009 15:41:35 GMT -5
Sand Clamp remains silent for a moment, looking down at the ground again. After a few moments, there's a brief nod... though it's hard to tell if he's nodding in response to the information or to answer her question. "Always a medic needed." He responds with a dark chuckle. Meanwhile a certain unknown spy walks his way into the brig, arms crossed across his chest. Stageleft looks over to Mantessa with a nod, before speaking up. "No worries Tessa, I'll keep them safe." He responds for a moment, winking to the captured Nighthunter when that eye is turned away from the mantis medic.
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Post by jadefallon on Jun 14, 2009 10:49:15 GMT -5
NightHunter arched an eyebrow and didn't chuckle, instead he pushed himself to his feet and stretched almost languidly, joints popping before settling back into place, he went through another age shift here, his features changing into a rather attractive young adult bot as he reached up and using the upper bunk started doing pull ups, waiting for his opportunity, he feigned distraction, though his senses were tuned now.
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Post by embyr on Jun 14, 2009 21:44:54 GMT -5
Tessa smiled at Stageleft before turning away. "I'll be back later, Clamp. Promise." As she scurried away, she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right....but given the encounter she'd just had, she figured she was entitled to feeling a little bit shaken. She'd deal with whatever was going on and then go to see her boy. If that didn't cheer her up.... Well, nobody ever said a drink or two once in a while wasn't necessary.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 27, 2009 10:41:16 GMT -5
Stageleft nods again before taking his position across from the two cells, saluting in Mantessa's direction. "I'll make sure he's here Tess." He responds while waiting for her to leave out of the room. He doesn't want to add to her suspicion after all at this point. A safe period after she leaves, he looks in the direction of the cells and speaks up. "Aye Nighthunter... they got you too? How the pit did they pull that off?" He comments, though his holographic abilities make sure the security cameras just see him standing there.
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Post by jadefallon on Jul 1, 2009 19:23:46 GMT -5
"When a Dame offers you a meal, turn 'er down" he drawled, flexing his shoulders, "What's a bot got to do to get out of here?" He asked, arching an eyebrow.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 10, 2009 23:44:53 GMT -5
Stageleft chuckles in response. "Well, we'll have to figure a way to sneak you out of here first. Security's surprisingly tight around here for something rigged up by a couple of kids. Gotta blame Blitzwing for that." He explains, his illusionary powers working full-time at the moment as he leans against the wall, rubbing his chin. "Guess it depends on how soon the boss wants me to blow cover. Getting some good intel around here after all... I can see what I can do about any other requests though."
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