Ep 2 -- Speed Trap (Closed)
Jun 14, 2016 22:19:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 22:19:40 GMT -5
Thundercloud glanced over to the side, eyeing Dart for a moment just to make sure she was staying put like a good little captive. He didn't want to have to get the Prime involved in this and have him send a team over - or Primus forbid bridge in himself - only to find the tricky little Con had gotten the hell out of dodge while he was distracted.
Planting a hand on his hip, Thundercloud turned his back to the femme, just to give himself the illusion of privacy. It was an entirely pointless gesture, since unless he actually walked out of earshot she'd still be able to hear every word he said, but still. It made him feel better, it made him feel less like he was talking about her behind her back right to her face.
...Wow, that made a lot more sense in his head. Talking about her behind her back, to her face. Primus, what even was that supposed to mean? Thundercloud shook his head, dismissing the thought before he could tangle himself up in a pointless internal debate about semantics.
::Yeah, it's crazy right? That she ain't already dead, I mean:: He replied, seemingly undeterred by the Prime's obvious confusion. ::You'd think she'd be six feet under by now, what with me and Patches bein' the ones to find her and all, but what'd'ya know::
He shrugged, despite knowing full well that the gesture couldn't be seen over the comms, then continued.
::Anyway, we still don't got any idea what to do with her. We tried the killin' thing - well, Patches did, 'cause apparently he's the one wearin' the pants in this relationship today, but that plan went all to hell so now we're just kinda standin' around like a couple of jerkoffs wonderin' if there's like, a protocol for this kinda thing::
He let out a dry snort, his field crackling with mild amusement as a sudden thought occurred to him.
::Shit, Boss, do we even got a brig to put her in? 'Cause if not I prob'ly look like a real dumbass right now::
Planting a hand on his hip, Thundercloud turned his back to the femme, just to give himself the illusion of privacy. It was an entirely pointless gesture, since unless he actually walked out of earshot she'd still be able to hear every word he said, but still. It made him feel better, it made him feel less like he was talking about her behind her back right to her face.
...Wow, that made a lot more sense in his head. Talking about her behind her back, to her face. Primus, what even was that supposed to mean? Thundercloud shook his head, dismissing the thought before he could tangle himself up in a pointless internal debate about semantics.
::Yeah, it's crazy right? That she ain't already dead, I mean:: He replied, seemingly undeterred by the Prime's obvious confusion. ::You'd think she'd be six feet under by now, what with me and Patches bein' the ones to find her and all, but what'd'ya know::
He shrugged, despite knowing full well that the gesture couldn't be seen over the comms, then continued.
::Anyway, we still don't got any idea what to do with her. We tried the killin' thing - well, Patches did, 'cause apparently he's the one wearin' the pants in this relationship today, but that plan went all to hell so now we're just kinda standin' around like a couple of jerkoffs wonderin' if there's like, a protocol for this kinda thing::
He let out a dry snort, his field crackling with mild amusement as a sudden thought occurred to him.
::Shit, Boss, do we even got a brig to put her in? 'Cause if not I prob'ly look like a real dumbass right now::