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Post by Aftermath on Oct 13, 2009 16:03:55 GMT -5
(OOC: Takes place a few days after 'Chemical Paws'.)
Freefall wasn't really hard to track down.
Well, once Aftermath found out what he did anyway. That was the problem with living in Praxus, wasn't it? People gave away a lot of information for a good energon cube and a few credits. That, and fellows who fell on other fellows was a rather prominent kind of fellow to begin with.
Another advantage was the fact that Freefall was living in a more metallic part of town- little half-squishies like him stuck out like a sore thumb... along with not being terribly popular with the other locals.
So, with a wrapped up cage in one hand and a box in the other, the grey, space-age hover truck made his way through the maze of buildings with an air of cheerfulness that was completely unbefitting of the setting. Admittedly he only have a vague idea of where the flying squirrel actually lived, but there was more than one way to get around that.
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Post by Freefall on Oct 14, 2009 7:03:46 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Freefall was contently minding his own business with the intent of returning to his humble abode with supplies. One good thing about Praxus was that credits were always welcome, no matter who their owner should be.
That latest acid rain storm had given him a bit of a scare to say the least, especially when he returned home to find little acid burns dotted about his floor, and so he thought it best to start some much needed repair work on his shambolic roof.
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Post by Aftermath on Oct 14, 2009 17:41:55 GMT -5
Ah, the little squirrel was out and about! Busy lil' thing ain't he?
Well, might as well take advantage of the fact and sneak up on him all proper 'Con like. It was only appropriate, considering the situation.
"Have you been to the city center?" He purred conversationally, half a meter too close to the little mech now. "There's a big sale going on for acid-proof materials. Super cheap too, I hear, and better quality than anything you can get around these parts."
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Post by Freefall on Oct 16, 2009 7:29:27 GMT -5
Freefall froze, the fur on the back of his neck bristling with fright. He uttered a soft squeak of alarm and clutched onto his supplies.
"N-n-no...I haven't," he stammered, gulping as the familiarity of the voice hadn't quite registered. He was almost too afraid to face the voice; as far as he was concerned this was an ironic mugging. Whoever it was clearly knew his wares weren't worth scrap.
Swallowing again, Freefall adds, "I don't go to the centre much," then dares to face Aftermath who, upon immediate recognition, he's less than thrilled to see.
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Post by Aftermath on Oct 19, 2009 10:29:12 GMT -5
"You oughta." Aftermath's visor brightens in a grin as he watches Freefall turn around. My, but Freefall was a jumpy little guy.
"It's a very lively spot." The truck rumbles, leaning down to peer at the little half-squishy. "Heck, if you ever wanna go, you can jus' call me up and I'll drive you there, no charge." Well, no charge aside from having to deal with Aftermath being creepy.
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Post by Freefall on Oct 20, 2009 8:38:55 GMT -5
Shuffling his supplies in his arms, Freefall tries not to squirm under Aftermath's gaze. "Oh, uh, um, thank you. That's very, uh, kind. But right now I really ought to be getting back home." He flicks his tail briefly. "So, uh, nice seeing you again."
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Post by Aftermath on Oct 21, 2009 11:27:40 GMT -5
"Hey, hey now," Aftermath intones, having the gall to look slightly offended. "I ain't here to just tell you that you can ride me for free." Horrible double entendres now out of the way, Aftermath leans back, tilting his helm inquisitively to one side.
"'Sides, I can help you carry some a' that stuff."
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Post by Freefall on Oct 24, 2009 9:59:40 GMT -5
Freefall ponders this for a moment. It certainly would make things easier if somebody helped him carry his load. And Aftermath did seem to be in an awfully helpful mood...
He wants something.
It's the only explanation. Why else would he be being so nice?
Granted, Freefall certainly can't be one to judge a book by it's cover, but Aftermath never really seemed all that nice during their first encounters. Letting him do a favour would probably be asking for trouble.
"...I can manage." Freefall finally replies and starts to make his way back home.
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Post by Aftermath on Oct 27, 2009 16:02:41 GMT -5
"Ah. Well then." Aftermath, ever so used to distrust, merely grunts and follows Freefall along. He does, after all, want something. It just wasn't an owed favor.
"Nice neighborhood you got about," he rumbles as they walk. "How long have you been livin' here?" Why, yes, he is beating around the bush to make the little fellow squirm. Why do you ask?
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Post by Freefall on Oct 28, 2009 9:55:28 GMT -5
Nice neighborhood!? What a joke. "Probably longer than you'd think," Freefall mumbles, tensing uncomfortably when he realizes Aftermath is still following him.
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Post by Aftermath on Nov 3, 2009 13:52:17 GMT -5
"Can't be any longer than I've been here- you dun' seem a century old jus' yet." In fact it was a surprise to see a strapping young fellow like him anywhere near Praxus at all. Old Decepticons and post-war made Predacons lived in this particular district. Praxus itself was made up mainly of those two groups alongside a smaller group of neutrals with a cherry topping lot of powerful Maximals.
The youngest were often in their fourth century of life. Anyone younger than that would have to had come from a place with a working factory, or enough money flowing around for a small, workshop- both of which were lacking in nearly all 'Con city states due to Pax Cybertronia. Neutral city-states like Praxus had a few but the creations were few and far inbetween, not to mention the fact that they were often commissioned and swept off by the Maximals before anyone could be bothered enough to care.
Aftermath pauses in his steps with a thoughtful hum, watching Freefall continue walking on for a moment before finally letting out a low chuckle and shaking his head. Well, no matter where he came from or how the little mech had ended up in this situation, there was a simple fact that had brought Aftermath here: he seemed young.
And the younger he was, the easier things would be for both of them.
"I'm here t' offer you a job, kid." The smarmy mirth in his voice was probably something he should tone down on. "But I figured stalkin' yeh fer a bit could help us get better aquianted."
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Post by Freefall on Nov 4, 2009 8:22:14 GMT -5
This strapping young fellow wasn't here out of choice, but rather convenience. However, the details of that can wait for now.
Freefall's ears flick and he halts. A job? Primus knows what that could entail.
Turning back to Aftermath he says, "You have a funny way of getting to know people. But that's besides the point. As you can clearly see, I'm a tad busy at the moment." He quickly shuffles the supplies in his arms. "So whatever it is your proposing, I'm afraid it's going to have to wait til I sort myself out."
There, that should do.
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Post by Aftermath on Nov 10, 2009 12:06:27 GMT -5
"Eh, I got a few hours. We'll watch." We, of course, indicating the company he'd brought with him in the cloth covered cage. The little thing had been quiet for the entire exchange although Aftermath could feel it stirring and hopping about.
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Post by Freefall on Nov 11, 2009 10:34:35 GMT -5
Freefall tilts his helm and gives Aftermath a puzzled look. "What do you mean "we"?" He quickly glances about just to make sure he wasn't missing something, not even giving the cloth covered cage a second thought, after all, it was only cloth to his optics.
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Post by Aftermath on Nov 11, 2009 15:59:03 GMT -5
"I mean my invisible friend, Blob." Aftermath, grunts, jerking his thumb to the empty air beside him. Clearly, Freefall isn't going to find out until after Aftermath gets to negotiate the terms of his job offer. "My therapist says he doesn't exist, but I keep him around just to frag with the fellow."
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