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Post by Freefall on Nov 13, 2009 7:29:34 GMT -5
Offering a wide opticked blink, Freefall continues to stare at Aftermath for a second before mentally dropping the issue.
Whatever Aftermath's motives are, it is clear Freefall isn't going to be able to shake him off. He could spend the rest of the day trying to convince Aftermath to leave him alone, however that outcome seems highly unlikely, or he could resign himself to the fact that Aftermath is probably going to follow him home anyway, whether he likes it or not.
Sighing, Freefall shuffles the supplies in his arms again. "Well, if you and ...Blob... are going to watch, you'd better keep up. I really must get back home now."
Swiftly turning on his heels, Freefall sets of again, already bleakly thinking about what awaits him at home.
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Post by Aftermath on Nov 17, 2009 11:56:31 GMT -5
"I'm a truck. Keepin' up with a squirrel isn't exactly hard." Especially the kind that didn't know how to glide, if the stories he'd heard were accurate.
The gray mech shrugs and strides after Freefall, humming a low note contentedly to himself. At least the little mech hadn't been silly enough to tell him off and that was one less trouble on Aftermath's platter. He was a stubborn mech after all, and if talking didn't get things done, excessive stalking and blackmailing usually did.
Talking just took less effort.
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Post by Freefall on Nov 19, 2009 10:03:24 GMT -5
As they get further towards their destination, Freefall glances tentatively around more often. So far, so good; he hadn't run into any trouble. Yet.
It was common place for overcharged mechs or seedy dealers to hang around here. They usually pay him no heed, perhaps throwing a quick offer or insult his way, but there have also been many times where Freefall has had to flee for his fur when a dealer or drunk has taken a particular dislike to him.
With any luck he'll be able to reach his building and get to his floor without any hassle. He'll need it as he'll have to carry his supplies up with him, and there isn't exactly an elevator to his floor. This is where having a climbing Beast Mode comes in handy.
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Post by Aftermath on Nov 22, 2009 14:23:25 GMT -5
Aftermath on the other hand, is greeting people left and right. He'd been in Praxus for a long time and the city population had become stagnant after the war with hardly anyone moving in and not a lot people moving out. By the time the first post-war century was through, pretty much everyone knew everyone in Praxus. You got to know your neighbors, or you were stuck with a lot of people who weren't afraid to exploit you.
It was system that'd bought a strange sense of stability to the rotten city, stopping the Maximals and the criminal mobs from completely taking over. Funny how powerful neighborhood politics could get. Then again, this was neighborhood politics involving 'Cons and even weakened as they were, the purples and the blues* weren't renown for deception and manipulation for nothing.
*Purples and blues are official Decepticon and Predacon colors.
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Post by Freefall on Nov 25, 2009 6:25:21 GMT -5
Unfortunately, Freefall hadn't had much opportunity to follow the Praxus etiquette of getting to know his neighbors. His neighbors, quite frankly, probably didn't want to know, anyway. All he knew was he didn't appreciate the attention Aftermath was drawing to them.
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Post by Aftermath on Nov 27, 2009 12:06:21 GMT -5
Aftermath and attention drawing unfortunately tend to be a bit OTP.
And besides, the attention wasn't negative. Mostly a cheerful wave and a puzzled look one they noticed who Aftermath was walking after.
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Post by Freefall on Nov 28, 2009 11:36:00 GMT -5
Negative or positive, Freefall just didn't want people to notice him now that he was so close to home with himself and his supplies unscathed.
As the building block loomed in front of them, a thought jarred in Freefall's processor. It was all very well for him to scuttle up the building, in fact he rather enjoyed it, but how was Aftermath going to get up there? The floor he resided on was condemned and cut off from public access.
Raising a clawed arm awkwardly, he scratches his ear as he ponders this. He may have inadvertedly solved his problem of Aftermath following him to his humble abode.
"Say, er, Aftermath," he begins. "Are you by chance any good at climbing?"
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Post by Aftermath on Nov 30, 2009 10:24:00 GMT -5
"Climbing is for Autobots." Aftermath answers cheerily. Why, yes, yes he is being deliberately difficult.
And really, if Freefall does accept Aftermath's job offer, people finding out where the fellow lives could become less of a problem. Depending on whether or not other problems arise to block it out, though.
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Post by Freefall on Dec 2, 2009 9:09:51 GMT -5
Freefall rolls his optics to himself and briefly shakes his head. "It's just that for me to get home I sort of have to...well, climb to get there."
That didn't sound too pathetic, did it?
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Post by Aftermath on Dec 2, 2009 15:03:48 GMT -5
"Well, yeah, I hear you don't fly very well," Aftermath snorts, striding along. It did sound pathetic, but probably not in the way that Freefall was afraid that it did. Aftermath is contrary like that.
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Post by Freefall on Dec 4, 2009 9:08:16 GMT -5
Freefall's tail twitches irately at that. "Yes, well, I'm working on it," he mutters through clenched teeth as he looks up the tower block in front of him.
Of course Aftermath couldn't possibly begin to understand the complexity of flight in organics, especially mammalian flight of the variety without feathered wings. He had half a mind to justify himself on this matter, which would have meant a long lecture on the physics of flight, but (thankfully) decided against it. Aftermath wouldn't appreciate it, anyway, he thought to himself.
As they approach the building, Freefall quickly glances around before setting his supplies on the floor. He peers up to mentally calculate the easiest and quickest way he'll be able to get to his floor whilst carrying his load. It isn't uncommon for the layout of the tower block to change. Windows and walls breaking, new ones put in on the bottom floors; all this needed to be considered for a climbing fluffy rodent who wanted to get up and out of sight as quickly as possible.
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Post by Aftermath on Dec 6, 2009 15:24:54 GMT -5
"Oooh, I''l bet." Aftermath could totally appreciate a long lecture on the physics of flight! Well, after he wakes up anyways. A good nap is always healthy.
"This your place?" he asks when the notices Freefall planning his ascent. "Looks pretty okay."
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Post by Freefall on Dec 8, 2009 8:55:47 GMT -5
Pretty okay? Freefall can only snort. The upper floors are condemned and the lower floors aren't much better. Still, it's home.
"Well, partly. I'm on one of the *cough* upper floors. You know, the, ahem, condemned ones." Might as well be frank. "And, yeah, I can't really complain. It keeps the mobs away."
Finally determining his climb route, Freefall swiftly transforms to his flying squirrel Beast Mode. What follows is a deft example of practiced dexterity as he lifts the supplies onto his tail with his clawed hands and wraps them up securely within the bushy mass.
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Post by Aftermath on Dec 12, 2009 7:26:57 GMT -5
"Seen people live in weirder places s' what I mean," Aftermath nods. "But yeah, s' a nice spot. Well, fer the time bein'."
The grey mech then snorts after Freefall transforms- Cute fluffy animals in his Praxus?- before transforming himself into his gray hover truck mode.
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Post by Freefall on Dec 12, 2009 10:06:08 GMT -5
Hauling the load in his tail, Freefall quickly latches onto the side of the building and scuttles up a few steps.
"I'm afraid for now it's all I have, but like you said, it isn't all that bad. And beggers can't be choosers, so they say."
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