Log: Sixshot speads the love- er, RUST
Short, amusing little log! :3
Sixshot: *Sixshot is hurrying down the hallway as fast as his three working legs will carry him. His fourth leg is carried in his mouth as he searches for the medbay. Medbay. Where is the slagging Medbay. Maybe he should go check out that dump of a ship the Nemesis?*
Howlback: *And here Howlback comes, innocently (hah!) wandering down the halls, looking for something to do, or someone to harass...only to slow and eventually stop as something BIG and LOUD thumps down the hall towards her. Looks like she found something alright...*
Sixshot: *Thumping is an understatement. In his wolf form, he moves like a...well, dog on three legs carrying a very large bone. He's not paying any attention to anyone else who might be coming down the hall. He's looking for the slagging medbay, wherever the hell those damn Autobots hid it.*
Howlback: *Howlback arches an optic ridge and presses closer to the wall - some inconsiderate mechs around here are somewhat prone to just charging along, and kitty cassette is rather small and stompable, and whoever this is sounds very unsmall. Infact...oh mai it's a Sixshot! ...Carrying his own leg... Howlback's cat curiosity has just shot through the roof!*
Sixshot: *Yes, stomping like a mech on a mission. He pauses at an intersection and looks both ways, trying to decide which way to go. Still hasn't noticed the little cassette, and probably won't unless she makes herself known.*
Howlback: *Eyes Sixshot - he's way bigger then she is, but other then the possible stomping factor she's not particularly afraid. She's far too arrogant for that! That leg he's carrying looks kinda funny, too. Other then the fact that he's holding it in his mouth, rather then on his body, of course. Kind of discolored...* Where are you going, then? The medbay, I hope.
Sixshot: *Sixshot looks around, frowning a doggy-like frown. Then looks down, spying the kitty.* ::Do -you- know where the medbay is?::
Howlback: *Howlback trots on over with a appraising look and a low purr* I think so. I'm more familar with the Autobot base layout from the vent system, but I think I can give you the coord directions...
Sixshot: *Arches an optic ridge at the kitty, then drops his leg to the ground with a clatter and sits down on his haunches.* ::Can't fit in the vents. But some coords are better than none. Hurry up.::
Howlback: *Leans forward to give that funny looking leg a close sniff - huh. Smells oxidized...* Very well - if you insist... *Purrs, sending coords for the medbay, as best as she knows them - and is that her room coordinates she threw in there as well?*
Sixshot: *Sixshot blinks, for once, looking a bit taken aback. He stands up, giving a doggy shake, not noticing the flakes of dust like particles flung off of his armor. He picks up his leg, giving the tiny (by his standards) kitty another look.* ::For a cat, you're pretty smart.::
Howlback: Why thank you. For a dog-thing, you're, well...you're just pretty. *is that a double-edged compliment, or just a compliment? Who can tell, with her? She does dim an optic at him, cat-grinning, so perhaps.*
Sixshot: *With a snort, which could just be a chuckle in this form he starts off down the hall way. His stump tail flicks back and forth once or twice in amusement.* ::I'm only a dog thing part time. You should see my other alts.::
Howlback: *THAT gets a pleased purr out of her, and she arches, claws scratching at the floor with a wicked feline grin.* Oh, I'd like that. Is it an invitation?
Sixshot: *He doesn't reply, just chuckles to himself as he heads off.*
Howlback: *Watches him leave with glowing little kitty optics, a low purr still rumbling away, and she somehow fights the urge to compliment him on his aft as he goes. With a laugh, she heads off, pausing only to snort, pawing at her nose when it suddenly starts itching a bit, like something got sucked in. Odd, that...*
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Sixshot: *Sixshot is hurrying down the hallway as fast as his three working legs will carry him. His fourth leg is carried in his mouth as he searches for the medbay. Medbay. Where is the slagging Medbay. Maybe he should go check out that dump of a ship the Nemesis?*
Howlback: *And here Howlback comes, innocently (hah!) wandering down the halls, looking for something to do, or someone to harass...only to slow and eventually stop as something BIG and LOUD thumps down the hall towards her. Looks like she found something alright...*
Sixshot: *Thumping is an understatement. In his wolf form, he moves like a...well, dog on three legs carrying a very large bone. He's not paying any attention to anyone else who might be coming down the hall. He's looking for the slagging medbay, wherever the hell those damn Autobots hid it.*
Howlback: *Howlback arches an optic ridge and presses closer to the wall - some inconsiderate mechs around here are somewhat prone to just charging along, and kitty cassette is rather small and stompable, and whoever this is sounds very unsmall. Infact...oh mai it's a Sixshot! ...Carrying his own leg... Howlback's cat curiosity has just shot through the roof!*
Sixshot: *Yes, stomping like a mech on a mission. He pauses at an intersection and looks both ways, trying to decide which way to go. Still hasn't noticed the little cassette, and probably won't unless she makes herself known.*
Howlback: *Eyes Sixshot - he's way bigger then she is, but other then the possible stomping factor she's not particularly afraid. She's far too arrogant for that! That leg he's carrying looks kinda funny, too. Other then the fact that he's holding it in his mouth, rather then on his body, of course. Kind of discolored...* Where are you going, then? The medbay, I hope.
Sixshot: *Sixshot looks around, frowning a doggy-like frown. Then looks down, spying the kitty.* ::Do -you- know where the medbay is?::
Howlback: *Howlback trots on over with a appraising look and a low purr* I think so. I'm more familar with the Autobot base layout from the vent system, but I think I can give you the coord directions...
Sixshot: *Arches an optic ridge at the kitty, then drops his leg to the ground with a clatter and sits down on his haunches.* ::Can't fit in the vents. But some coords are better than none. Hurry up.::
Howlback: *Leans forward to give that funny looking leg a close sniff - huh. Smells oxidized...* Very well - if you insist... *Purrs, sending coords for the medbay, as best as she knows them - and is that her room coordinates she threw in there as well?*
Sixshot: *Sixshot blinks, for once, looking a bit taken aback. He stands up, giving a doggy shake, not noticing the flakes of dust like particles flung off of his armor. He picks up his leg, giving the tiny (by his standards) kitty another look.* ::For a cat, you're pretty smart.::
Howlback: Why thank you. For a dog-thing, you're, well...you're just pretty. *is that a double-edged compliment, or just a compliment? Who can tell, with her? She does dim an optic at him, cat-grinning, so perhaps.*
Sixshot: *With a snort, which could just be a chuckle in this form he starts off down the hall way. His stump tail flicks back and forth once or twice in amusement.* ::I'm only a dog thing part time. You should see my other alts.::
Howlback: *THAT gets a pleased purr out of her, and she arches, claws scratching at the floor with a wicked feline grin.* Oh, I'd like that. Is it an invitation?
Sixshot: *He doesn't reply, just chuckles to himself as he heads off.*
Howlback: *Watches him leave with glowing little kitty optics, a low purr still rumbling away, and she somehow fights the urge to compliment him on his aft as he goes. With a laugh, she heads off, pausing only to snort, pawing at her nose when it suddenly starts itching a bit, like something got sucked in. Odd, that...*
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