[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Glitter and Bitter [Closed]
Dec 18, 2020 22:35:47 GMT -5
Post by Cintra on Dec 18, 2020 22:35:47 GMT -5
When Flux poked at her leg, Cintra let out a huffy sound while she bop kicked her shin out at him. She wasn't angry, she wasn’t bashing him for poking fun at her interior design goals, she was simply letting out a pout that she was probably being mocked. Her jaw jutted out at this, brows furrowing some with a 'pth', before her attention whipped back up to Virtuoso.
"-I look forward to seeing you two tear up the battlefield."
"Me too!"
Energy surged back then, a sort of pump of makeshift adrenaline flinging through her frame. Combat was always fun once she got over her fears. If she were solo and alone through all this time? The rules would likely be different, her wariness and fears at the onset of the war elevating to apprehension and a want to avoid direct confrontation if possible. The fact she had Flux, the fact she fought atypically... it built a good foundation to a point she was almost EAGER for battle when they could boast victory and punch out another obstacle that was in their way!
Then Virtuoso said he was sometimes aerial support.
"Maybe you and Flux could go on a flying mission together! He can always use more support when airborne."
Cintra seemed to completely forget, or not even consider the fact that a jet and a helicopter wouldn't really be able to work together that well. Even at full speed, Flux would be but a snail verses a jet that would rocket off into the abyss and need to loop back continuously through the mission. All she considered was the truth that she couldn't really go for a ride-along without problems. While heights didn't scare her, trying to cling onto the underside of a helicopter like some kind of weird pink parasite was awkward on the best of days, and downright impossible should they be trying to remain undercover.
She didn't really take into account the following statement from the other mech, and as such did not comment. Spiritual support wasn't really an interest, and like Flux the femme had learned that it could be a sign of weakness to be exploited. She just had to see others get steamrolled a couple times to start to realize Decepticons were survival of the fittest. Perhaps that was part of the reason she became hyper aggressive when issues arose, though that was far from any conscious consideration.
Ouch. It seemed the other mech didn't make it to Earth cleanly.
"That sucks. You don't look jacked up though."
Either he was patched up really well, his armor was strong enough it was only internal jostling, or maybe it was on his back where she hasn't really seen? From what shew could tell he appeared to be alright.
"-I look forward to seeing you two tear up the battlefield."
"Me too!"
Energy surged back then, a sort of pump of makeshift adrenaline flinging through her frame. Combat was always fun once she got over her fears. If she were solo and alone through all this time? The rules would likely be different, her wariness and fears at the onset of the war elevating to apprehension and a want to avoid direct confrontation if possible. The fact she had Flux, the fact she fought atypically... it built a good foundation to a point she was almost EAGER for battle when they could boast victory and punch out another obstacle that was in their way!
Then Virtuoso said he was sometimes aerial support.
"Maybe you and Flux could go on a flying mission together! He can always use more support when airborne."
Cintra seemed to completely forget, or not even consider the fact that a jet and a helicopter wouldn't really be able to work together that well. Even at full speed, Flux would be but a snail verses a jet that would rocket off into the abyss and need to loop back continuously through the mission. All she considered was the truth that she couldn't really go for a ride-along without problems. While heights didn't scare her, trying to cling onto the underside of a helicopter like some kind of weird pink parasite was awkward on the best of days, and downright impossible should they be trying to remain undercover.
She didn't really take into account the following statement from the other mech, and as such did not comment. Spiritual support wasn't really an interest, and like Flux the femme had learned that it could be a sign of weakness to be exploited. She just had to see others get steamrolled a couple times to start to realize Decepticons were survival of the fittest. Perhaps that was part of the reason she became hyper aggressive when issues arose, though that was far from any conscious consideration.
Ouch. It seemed the other mech didn't make it to Earth cleanly.
"That sucks. You don't look jacked up though."
Either he was patched up really well, his armor was strong enough it was only internal jostling, or maybe it was on his back where she hasn't really seen? From what shew could tell he appeared to be alright.