Um, well, I think you're supposed to claim one and then take responsibility for poking me to do it? I'm not sure what the rules are for these strange 28 __s meme things >>;
Ashburner was enjoying a very intimate moment with one of the hot new femmes who'd been assigned to their unit. His optics were offlined as he listened to the moans of his companion.
The high, staticky screech and the scrabbling of the femme's hands at his shoulders caused Ashburner to pop his optics online, trying to figure out what the frag was going on. His mouth dropped open in alarm when he realised that Silentshriek was angrily clawing his lover's optics out.
"SHRIEK! WHAT THE SLAG ARE YOU DOING?!"
Shriek paused, holding the gasping femme to the wall as she turned to look at Ashburner.
::Femme was attacking Ash in his sleep. Shriek protects Ash, yes?::
And Ashburner's hand met his face.
"Shriek, I think it's time you and I had a little talkMorningstar snickered quietly to herself as she listened in on Ash and Shriek's conversation from her station just outside the door of their room. Her expression snapped to one of imposing solemnity, though, when Ash's lady friend
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Shriek let out a joyous blast of static as she cut her way through another Autobot invader. Coolant and energon sprayed from severed tubes, bathing her in sticky blue residue. Shriek didn't mind, though. She was much too excited about the next mech over there to the left with the horns and the door-wings. Those were always fun to pull off, yes they were.
::funfunfunfunfunfunfunfunfun::
She didn't even notice the third Autobot coming up behind her. His gun was raised and his eyes were full of rage as he aimed and braced himself... But then he was smashed to pieces by a diving, screeching, angry Morningstar, who proceeded to demonstrate that it is indeed possible to split a mech's head open like a ripe melon with your bare fists, if only you apply enough force
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I was aiming for puppy pile, but you get this instead ^^;
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Shriek whined and flicked her wings (all four of them). She was at the beach, but she was not enjoying it very much. Wasn't enjoying it at all, actually. There was sand everywhere in her, in her cock pit, in her joints, under her plating, and it hurtEven worse was that she was on her own right now... it had been a one-femme mission, so Ash and Morn were back at base and they wouldn't notice she was gone for at least another 3 cycles! This was unacceptable
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Re: At the Beachcrystal_sun396April 15 2008, 20:03:27 UTC
OMG they get along, gah so cuuuuuute! :DDDDDD
Shriek, femme of few words, has adorable thinking rhythms. And Fireflight is such a doll. I mean, what a sweetie. He's a flier, too. Morningstar has less to complain about.
Dogfighting is different from melee. Where a melee is a frantic tangle of limbs and weaponry, a dogfight is more exclusive, creating the arena for one-on-one fights.
Morningstar excels at these.
Everyone moves differently in the air. Some slice, some soar, some rampage, but Morningstar dances. She dips, spins, flutters and shimmies like some sort of deranged hummingbird, never in one place for more than a moment, never moving in the same direction for very long. There aren't patterns to her movement because the moment her partner catches onto her beat is the moment that she loses the game.
In the end, her partners never last. They inevitably tire or misstep, and Morningstar presses her advantage, takes the lead... and down they go, leaving her to search out someone new to tango with.
I bet Morningstar would look gorgeous in melee as well. Very cool strategy, but what happens when she's dancing with someone using similar tactics? That is, the cautious poking as opposed to an attack? When she plays against someone who is equally wary... it would be all a matter of luck and skill. When is she stepping in first?
It's f~i~ne. Books and Transformers don't mix so easily, and I think you did a good job. How wonderful of Shriek to bother with the pictures and how, uh, nice of Morningstar to understand. And I... didn't realize before that Ashburner was a stud. XD
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WE SHOULD THROW A PARTY.
Because this sounds totally awesome, and I would love to see it= if you're going to?
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Um, well, I think you're supposed to claim one and then take responsibility for poking me to do it? I'm not sure what the rules are for these strange 28 __s meme things >>;
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And that makes some sense, I can't say that I've ever done one of these things either, so sorry if I mess you up. >>
Though I would like to see Jealous and Exhausted. <3
Goodness, I almost want to steal this. >>
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"Oh. Oh yes! Yes yes yes yes yeeeee-*SCREEEEEEEEEEE*!"
The high, staticky screech and the scrabbling of the femme's hands at his shoulders caused Ashburner to pop his optics online, trying to figure out what the frag was going on. His mouth dropped open in alarm when he realised that Silentshriek was angrily clawing his lover's optics out.
"SHRIEK! WHAT THE SLAG ARE YOU DOING?!"
Shriek paused, holding the gasping femme to the wall as she turned to look at Ashburner.
::Femme was attacking Ash in his sleep. Shriek protects Ash, yes?::
And Ashburner's hand met his face.
"Shriek, I think it's time you and I had a little talkMorningstar snickered quietly to herself as she listened in on Ash and Shriek's conversation from her station just outside the door of their room. Her expression snapped to one of imposing solemnity, though, when Ash's lady friend ( ... )
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Shriek let out a joyous blast of static as she cut her way through another Autobot invader. Coolant and energon sprayed from severed tubes, bathing her in sticky blue residue. Shriek didn't mind, though. She was much too excited about the next mech over there to the left with the horns and the door-wings. Those were always fun to pull off, yes they were.
::funfunfunfunfunfunfunfunfun::
She didn't even notice the third Autobot coming up behind her. His gun was raised and his eyes were full of rage as he aimed and braced himself... But then he was smashed to pieces by a diving, screeching, angry Morningstar, who proceeded to demonstrate that it is indeed possible to split a mech's head open like a ripe melon with your bare fists, if only you apply enough force ( ... )
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Shriek whined and flicked her wings (all four of them). She was at the beach, but she was not enjoying it very much. Wasn't enjoying it at all, actually. There was sand everywhere in her, in her cock pit, in her joints, under her plating, and it hurtEven worse was that she was on her own right now... it had been a one-femme mission, so Ash and Morn were back at base and they wouldn't notice she was gone for at least another 3 cycles! This was unacceptable ( ... )
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Shriek, femme of few words, has adorable thinking rhythms. And Fireflight is such a doll. I mean, what a sweetie. He's a flier, too. Morningstar has less to complain about.
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Morningstar excels at these.
Everyone moves differently in the air. Some slice, some soar, some rampage, but Morningstar dances. She dips, spins, flutters and shimmies like some sort of deranged hummingbird, never in one place for more than a moment, never moving in the same direction for very long. There aren't patterns to her movement because the moment her partner catches onto her beat is the moment that she loses the game.
In the end, her partners never last. They inevitably tire or misstep, and Morningstar presses her advantage, takes the lead... and down they go, leaving her to search out someone new to tango with.
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Ashburner glares at the little block of paper. Picks it up, holds it close to his face, turns it around a couple times, then whines.
"Morn, what the hell'm I s'pposed to do with this thing?"
Morningstar looks up from her datapad with a bland look on her face.
"It's called a /book/, Ash. Some sort of relic from Earth."
"What's it for?"
"Data storage. Humans are primitive, remember?"
She flicks her wings dismissively.
"Do what you want with it, just don't harm it in any way. Shriek likes looking at the pictures."
"Pictures? But it's only about as big as my palm?"
Morningstar raises an eyebrow.
"That's what we have magnifiers for, Ash."
Ashburner rolls his eyes and tosses the book onto a table.
"Yeah, whatever. 'M goin' to go check out the new recruits. Skyskipper says they're easy on the optics."
Ash leers, Morn sighs, and the book gets left forgotten on the table.
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I just found this and it isn't exactly apt, but it's peripheral?
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