RP

[watch_in_shadow]

Dreadmoon stands in the control room of the tower, half-cocooned in cables and wires, concentrating intently on the information flooding his circuits. Looking for Demolisher, and keeping an optic on the party making their way back to the tower proper.

Comments

[slashseeker]

:::peers over his shoulder...from a sutible distace in the room...using a combination of the jets in her feet and the zoom funtion in her optics::: You know, I think they looked better BEFORE they came up against their Unicron...

[watch_in_shadow]

*'sees' you over his shoulder and so doesn't bother turning* That is merely your opinion, and therefore no concern of mine. If all you are going to do is hover behind me and make useless, noisy observations, the door is over there. *tips his head and goes back to what he was doing*

((eesh, you'd think he was old enough to mind his manners. *rollsoptics*))

[slashseeker]

Snarky, aren't we? :::lands, and walks over, a smirk on my faceplates::: Oh, and there's a saying I would like to impart upon you:
"Everyone is entitled to my opinion."

((Me, a sarcastic little snot? Never...))

[watch_in_shadow]

*this time does turn, to glare at you* let me give you the Decepticon version - "Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. I am entitled to shoot them for it." May I suggest you stop irritating me before I have to act out the proverb? *optics glitter menacingly*

((*snrks* Sarcasm's always fun, though.))

[slashseeker]

:::goes into the time honored kid tradition of "I'm Not Touching You"::: I'm part Mary Sue, your weapons won't kill me. And I actually might make that into a bumper sticker.

[watch_in_shadow]

It would be an interesting experiment to find out which part, however. I think Silverflame for one would be extremely curious. *level stare*

[slashseeker]

See, the part thing, means that I have the some of the Mary Sue powers, just not the perfectness that they have...Wait...Is perfectness a word?

[watch_in_shadow]

If it is, somewhere, I concur that you do not have it. *turns back to the screens and makes to ignore you*

[slashseeker]

::wanders over to a different bank of computers and types something in. Peers at the computer, then takes a small CD from subspace. Finds an appropriate spot, then slids the disk in. Waits a few moments, typing once in a while. Smirks after a bit.::: WoW, here I come.

[watch_in_shadow]

*may have his back to you, but is watching you intently through the various cameras in the room... Takes a glance at the contents of teh disk, and decides they are elatively harmless - and if not, the tower defences are easily able to counter any virus or attempt to hak into the main systems*

((Teh bwa? *peers over your shoulder* What's that?))