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zomgitsalaura) wrote2011-02-22 05:39 pm
zomgitsalaura) wrote2011-02-22 05:39 pmEntry tags:
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Prompt time again?
1 per person please x3
I might do more later.
1 per person please x3
I might do more later.
zomgitsalaura) wrote2011-02-22 05:39 pm
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Naughty. ;)
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Fireflight wriggled, the small dragon folding her fluffy wings close and sneaking closer through the snow. Watching the rabbit with large eyes for a few moments before lunging after it and tumbling down the incline.
It wasn't like 'flight was trying to catch the fuzzy thing, they were just so much fun to chase. Silverbolt kept telling her not to, spooking the bunnies all the time just made them harder to catch later when they actually wanted to eat.
At least the fliers had it easier, smaller flightless dragons having to make do with whatever they could run down. A job made all that much harder for those like Prowl and Bluestreak, their small wings doing not much more than looking pretty and hurting a lot when they hit them on things.
Speaking of Bluestreak, Fireflight purred, spotting the gray and red scales of the flightless as he scavenged around the tree line. Stubby gray wings twitching backwards and forwards as he searched under the snow for things to eat.
The flier snickered, mostly white, feather covered coat both protecting her from the cold snow and camouflaging her against it almost completely.
Stalking her new 'prey' silently before pouncing him with a playful roar she skittered away. Bluestreak yelping loudly and shimmying up a tree, thoroughly confused as his fluffy attacker dove back under a snow bank to hide.
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I love that they have feathers :D And they're so damned adorable!
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How about 'Facepalm' 83?
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The damn thing had been clean this morning, now however... quite frankly, it looked like a bomb had gone off. A combination of bad weather and injuries had kept his brothers inside long enough to apparently induce a new level of irritation throughout the group.
Skydive and Fireflight had apparently abandoned the chaos to brood in their own separate rooms. Their annoyance at the lack of flight time almost buzzing audibly over the gestalt bond from behind the locked doors.
Slingshot was, at the moment, perched high one one of the beams running across the ceiling. Hissing and glaring at Air Raid on the ground as they argued about something or other. Neither of them really seemed to remember what they were fighting over any more though and the conversation was mostly a mix of insults and threats.
The chair situated against the far wall suggested that Air Raid had thrown it at some point though.
Frag it all, it was too late to deal with this slag. The aerialbot commander huffed, leaving his brothers to finish their argument and get it over with. Maybe tonight was a good time to read that new book Hot Spot had loaned him, it wasn't like he was going to be able to watch the television today.
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Being constantly locked in with the monitors didn't do much to help with the rumors pervading the base about Red being 'glitched'. He didn't mind though, the stigma kept people away and let him get his work done all that much faster, among other things.
It was late, far too late for anyone other than those on the graveyard shift to be doing anything other than sleeping. Everything running quietly in the background on automatic and giving Red a chance to plug into his station for a quick recharge.
Station assisted recharges weren't quite as restful as shutting down for a full period on a berth but they got the job done. Allowing mechs to work for almost an entire fortnight, alert, instead of the now standard ten hours that being on Earth had instated.
Leaning back in his chair and checking the local time, the Lamborghini chuckled. Making sure the door was locked before flicking on the monitor to his left and surfing through the human channels.
Honestly, if he ever caught any of the mechs they brought in to 'help' him doing this he would throw a fit. What was that saying? Do as I say, not what I do? No matter, he felt he had earned a bit of a break for the moment. It wasn't like Teletran couldn't watch the monitors for a while with everything as quiet as it was.
(derp *head -> desk*)
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For now though all Jazz could do was sit and complain in the medbay. Audio sensors shattered from a sonic boom far too close for comfort and deprived of his music. Blaster obviously listening to something across the bay, if the head bopping was any indication, wasn't helping matters.
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"I've done more... I... I can go two more before i really need to lie down."
"That's not th' point and you know it" The larger one chuckled, reaching around Red Alerts helm to disconnect him carefully from the recharging programs. "Go to bed Red, Ah'll watch the monitors while you're away."
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It was just looked so natural when Ratchet did it, not two hours ago the older Medic had literally willed a bone to heal. And the herbs they had to gather, the list seemed unending.
He huffed, flopping his head against the ground in a cloud of dust. Tail flicking from side to side in irritation at the massive list he still had to memorize for later.
"Looks like it's going to be another all nighter."
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Dooo eeet. ;p