Ep1 – Something Wicked – Closed
Oct 28, 2012 2:55:24 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2012 2:55:24 GMT -5
“No, no, don’t get up. I’m just here to see the boss and a cat about thing. Don’t mind me.”
To their inestimable credit, neither Ironhide nor Shadowrunner - both now staring at him - immediately attempted to shoot out his cranial case. This restraint both impressed and amused the Saleen Mustang equally and Barricade made a note that he was, perhaps, losing his touch. Their faces were exactly what one might expect from two soldiers who had been, less than ten seconds ago, happily unaware that the Con they’d tortured to death three months ago was still alive and well enough to be blasé about his resurrection. Barricade supposed he could had been more dramatic about it, but he hadn’t the time really.
The Neutral Base, in keeping with its supposedly open nature of cooperation, sunshine, and giggles, had no real security to speak of at the front entrance (or at least none the Barricade found worth speaking of) and he’d more or less just walked in the front door, down the main causeway, and into the central atrium. Fairwinds had sulked. Arma had… grumped, I guess, was the word, but Barricade had insisted on handling this part himself of the grounds that his two favorite planet-side Bots were present. Ravage had been kind enough to give him a checklist of present company prior to his walking in.
Barricade’s still blue optics held pleasantly to Ironhide’s for that moment, EM field conversationally serene.
“Cleaver.” Barricade turned his head. Offered the medic, who’d just come into the room and froze at the sight of him, a smile. “Gang’s all here. How’s the place? I’m here picking up a few things. Mind telling me where they are or can I give myself the repeat customer grand tour?” He paced lazily left-ward, looking around as if for something he’d lost. “Moonface and Catherine around? I didn’t say good-bye last time and I figure that was rude of me.” The infiltrator looked at Shadowrunner, persisted in smiling. “Not that anyone here is overburdened with manners, mind you.”
((OOC: Open to either Hide, Cleaver, or Shadow to respond first.))
To their inestimable credit, neither Ironhide nor Shadowrunner - both now staring at him - immediately attempted to shoot out his cranial case. This restraint both impressed and amused the Saleen Mustang equally and Barricade made a note that he was, perhaps, losing his touch. Their faces were exactly what one might expect from two soldiers who had been, less than ten seconds ago, happily unaware that the Con they’d tortured to death three months ago was still alive and well enough to be blasé about his resurrection. Barricade supposed he could had been more dramatic about it, but he hadn’t the time really.
The Neutral Base, in keeping with its supposedly open nature of cooperation, sunshine, and giggles, had no real security to speak of at the front entrance (or at least none the Barricade found worth speaking of) and he’d more or less just walked in the front door, down the main causeway, and into the central atrium. Fairwinds had sulked. Arma had… grumped, I guess, was the word, but Barricade had insisted on handling this part himself of the grounds that his two favorite planet-side Bots were present. Ravage had been kind enough to give him a checklist of present company prior to his walking in.
Barricade’s still blue optics held pleasantly to Ironhide’s for that moment, EM field conversationally serene.
“Cleaver.” Barricade turned his head. Offered the medic, who’d just come into the room and froze at the sight of him, a smile. “Gang’s all here. How’s the place? I’m here picking up a few things. Mind telling me where they are or can I give myself the repeat customer grand tour?” He paced lazily left-ward, looking around as if for something he’d lost. “Moonface and Catherine around? I didn’t say good-bye last time and I figure that was rude of me.” The infiltrator looked at Shadowrunner, persisted in smiling. “Not that anyone here is overburdened with manners, mind you.”
((OOC: Open to either Hide, Cleaver, or Shadow to respond first.))