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Post by Quinn on Sept 21, 2023 6:34:43 GMT
Quinn was thrown back from the blast, causing her frame to roll a few times before finally stopping. She managed to get to her pedes, but she could feel her strength fading to her confusion. Unbeknownst to her, she was weak from lack of energon after being in stasis for many years. As Quinn refocused on her adversary, she took note that this Autobot had chosen to use non-lethal attacks. While she didn’t have great ‘people skills’ as a trained assassin, Quinn decided to attempt conversation.
“…I haven’t been living under a particular rock? …I don’t know how much time has passed since I was stored away in stasis.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2023 21:43:15 GMT
Punch shook off some of the dripping energon from her wounded hand, steadied the grip on her blaster, rolled her shoulder, and kept moving. She watched Quinn roll, glad to have achieved some space between herself and those nasty serrated blades. Her double identity left her no slouch at smooth-talking, and it was certainly more comfortable than grappling with these wounds. The duration her unknown adversary was in stasis raised a question, but that wasn’t what she picked to comment on: “Stored away?” She prompted, noting the word choice.
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Post by Quinn on Sept 22, 2023 3:20:58 GMT
Quinn knew it was a risk to lower her defenses and attempt to converse with her enemy, but she felt herself grow weaker by the moment. She observed Punch’s body language and chose to lower her arms to her sides in a less-intimidating pose.
“Yes. I was stored in stasis until my master had use of me again. That’s why I’m here. I was in the laboratory below that strange memorial. Which wasn’t there when I was last awake.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2023 21:57:55 GMT
Likewise, Punch lowered her blaster, although she didn’t stow it away yet. The purple femme opposite her looked tired, more than she should’ve been from a fight like this. She nodded as Quinn spoke - there was always the chance this was a bluff, but she seemed more genuinely confused than she did deceitful. When she finished, Punch responded, trying to stay calm and not overwhelm her - especially if her theory was true. “Do you… know what the memorial is for?” She asked, attempting a friendlier tone.
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Post by Quinn on Sept 23, 2023 0:32:59 GMT
She observed the slight relaxation of her opponent, mostly noting the change in vocal tone. She was ready to take a bigger chance to show good will. After taking a deep breath, Quinn retracted her blades, standing disarmed before Punch.
“…While I don’t know why the memorial was built, I did recognize some names on it. Names I helped put there I’m sure, although I wish otherwise” her voice had a tone of regret in it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2023 1:32:54 GMT
Punch took a deep, troubled breath, and let her blaster hang down beside her, not fully putting it away just yet. She was becoming more convinced, more sympathetic to the flyer’s story. She continued a slow pace of conversation, not wanting to overwhelm her, although she knew it wasn't an easy topic of conversation. “Do you know when you were last awake?”
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Post by Quinn on Sept 23, 2023 1:40:59 GMT
It was strange, but Quinn no longer sensed the tension from earlier. Despite injuring this Autobot, she seemed inclined to listen rather than fight. Without the command or control of her master, there was little reason for the Decepticon assassin to wish for violence. Having been created and raised as a weapon, Quinn didn’t quite know what to do if she indeed had freedom.
She shook her helm, “I’m not sure, but the spacebridge was still being constructed. My master said he had no need for me and… well he put me in stasis.” Quinn seemed slightly uncomfortable at the thought
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2023 4:56:05 GMT
Punch calmly stowed her mortar cannon on her back as Quinn answered. She held her hands up in a sign of good will, flicked her gashed mouthplate back, and slowly walked back towards the slashed tree where Quinn was stuck previously. When the gesture was made, and the tension agreeably settled, she wrenched her hands into the split log, and pressed against it. With a little effort, and a swift kick, the large chunk of tree fell to the grassy floor with a resounding -THWUMP-. She wasn’t sure if it was fatigue from her wounds, the information she was about to deliver, or simply something she subconsciously picked up from human culture, but she dropped down to sit on the remains of the stump, and gestured for Quinn to sit on the fallen piece of log. Caretaking wasn’t her strong suit, but she figured that going slow was probably better than nothing.
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Post by Quinn on Sept 23, 2023 5:30:26 GMT
As Punch approached, Quinn stepped aside, unsure of what this Autobot was up to. But she remained patient and observed her as she approached the tree. She was definitely surprised when Punch aggressively and suddenly knocked the tree over. Even more so when it appeared this Autobot was…. Inviting her over to sit?
In her entire life, nothing had ever surprised Quinn more than this moment. “…You want me to sit with you? Are you functioning properly?” As the words left her mouth, she peered straight into Punch’s optics, trying to gauge her sincerity.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2023 17:10:00 GMT
Punch slipped her silver visor up with her thumb, glancing to Quinn before returning to assess the gash on her servo. When Quinn questioned her sanity, she pointed a finger at the energon stained slashes on her thigh, as part of the reason she was sitting down. She then shrugged, and returned to assessing her palm. “You can sit on the other piece, or you can stand. Just know I’m not gonna pick you up if you collapse.” She answered, calmly pulling out her cy-gar, and not returning eye contact. “Up to you.”
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Post by Quinn on Sept 25, 2023 18:32:05 GMT
Quinn stared blankly at Punch before noticing her injuries, “Oh… I’m sorry…. About that..” She grows increasingly nervous before finally deciding to sit on the piece of wood across from Punch. “You are rather odd for an Autobot, “cautiously sat down, watching her nervously.
“So….. What’s your name? I’m.. Quinn.” It appeared whatever confidence she had previously was dwindling when forced into this social situation.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2023 19:52:09 GMT
Punch shrugged half-heartedly as Quinn apologized for the wounds, and chuckled lightly when she called her weird. “Punch,” she replied plainly, “and you’re not too ordinary either, yknow.” As Quinn fidgeted on the log, Punch pulled her flask from her hip, popped the cap, and splashed it on the gash along her palm, wordlessly biting down on the cy-gar as she did. After grimacing, she shook her hand out, and turned back towards Quinn. None of her training or experience clued her in on how to handle ‘tell someone they’ve been in stasis and the war that they probably were surrounded with their entire life has been over’, so instead she took a heavy sip of her drink, and leaned back against the tree, letting Quinn lead in conversation.
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Post by Quinn on Oct 4, 2023 21:01:14 GMT
Quinn closely watched Punch as she disinfected her wounds, herself feeling another twinge of remorse at causing the injuries. By he Autobot’s behavior though, it was evident she had been through worse. Autobots she had known to be as tough were bots like Ironhide, who definitely would’ve shot her instead of making conversation. If she was being honest, any Autobot who knew who she was and how many Autobots she put in the dirt, would’ve shot her on-sight.
As she watched Punch continue to nurse her wounds, Quinn decided to speak, “…If we are at war with each other, why weren't you using lethal force when we were in combat? Normally if I’m spotted, I’m shot at right away with the intent to kill.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2023 6:22:26 GMT
Punch continued to look anywhere other than at Quinn. While normally delivering shocking information would be a breeze, what with her experience as a spy, something caused her to hesitate this time. She didn’t know if it was out of fear of how the other bot would react, or if perhaps she was just rusty - deep down, she thought it might be out of sympathy more than anything, but she didn’t have any desire to process that now. Instead, she exhaled sharply, and leaned forward to offer her flask towards Quinn. “It’s... a bit of a long story. You drink?” She prompted.
If Quinn were to take a sip, she would probably find the contents strong and a bit bitter - functionally like engex, but brewed mostly from whatever energy sources Punch could find around on Earth. Still, it was better than nothing, at least for her.
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Post by Quinn on Oct 18, 2023 6:35:22 GMT
Quinn stared at the flask for a few moments, processing the gesture. She was surprised this Autobot would freely offer her energon after their encounter. Despite her initial apprehension, the slender Decepticon femme felt that he energon levels were low, and she didn’t wish to be rude and reject the offer. Slowly, she took the flask, “Thank you.” Quinn took a deep drink from the flask, having no idea it was not energon.
Her ruby optics shot open wide as she coughed suddenly, wiping her mouth as the bitter liquid went down her throat. “…W-what in Primus is that?! It doesn’t taste like energon at all.” She quickly handed the flask back to Punch.
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