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Post by Stock and Fledgeling on Apr 16, 2015 1:09:43 GMT
Sting turned to Dash, sighing.
Great, now you woke her up.
Sting's pupils dissipated as her optics became pure purple, much like Fledgeling's were pure black. She tightened her grip to show her anger.
This little sscraphead broke into the train, so I'm killing him.
heeelppp meeee
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Post by Ulti on Apr 16, 2015 13:42:43 GMT
Dashside didn't respond to either, she knew Sting could handle the sparkling, her way or peacefully, Dashside didn't care as long as she could sleep through it. She rested her head on the chair where Sting was, going back into recharge.
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Post by Stock and Fledgeling on Apr 16, 2015 13:47:35 GMT
My-agh-name...is...Fledgeling...TALKER
Fledgeling shouted out the last word, knowing it had worth to the Enhed family, and he was promptly dropped to the floor. His relief was short lived at he was lifted up by Sting's tail and flung down the train, skidding into another carriage. Sting took out her path blaster and shot the controls, shutting the door between the carriages. Sting went back to Dash and sat in the opposite side to her, and steadily watched the door, glaring at it as her pupils returned.
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Post by Ulti on Apr 16, 2015 14:45:00 GMT
Great. Maybe letting Sting do things her way wasn't the best plan. The sound metal skidding along metal and causing sparks to fly followed by a path blaster shot woke her up yet again. She opened her optics slowly, and looked over to her wife. "Do you have to be... so loud?"
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Post by Stock and Fledgeling on Apr 16, 2015 14:50:33 GMT
Sting shrugged.
He spoke of a family I know well. So I threw him. Though the wings are familiar...
A spear came through the door and slowly cut it open, and the six-year old Fledgeling came though, and Sting got out her whip and tied it around his mouth, to which he protested, but it was muffled.
Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you, but blame Chirps over here.
Sting yanked her whip, causing the sparkling to jerk towards her and Dash.
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Post by Ulti on Apr 16, 2015 15:16:45 GMT
"Uhuh..." She groaned, nodding slowly before the mechling burst in and then was caught by Sting's whip. "Why did you muffle him..?" She asked, for in this sleepy state she seemed incapable of putting two and two together (Like he was what woke her up), so Sting's rough treatment of Fledgeling was confused to her.
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Post by Stock and Fledgeling on Apr 16, 2015 15:22:54 GMT
He woke you up. Can I kill him?
Fledgeling managed to get free from the whip.
I am son of Starling, son of Windtalker! I shall not be-mmph
Fledgeling was shut up by a punch to the face.
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Post by Ulti on Apr 16, 2015 15:25:21 GMT
"Why do you want to kill him?" Now she was showing signs of hort-term memory loss from the lack of sleep. "Starling? I know that guy..." She mumbled, seeming to be off in her own little world as Fledgeling was once again silenced.
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Post by Stock and Fledgeling on Apr 16, 2015 15:31:32 GMT
Because he destroyed our property, insulted my adoptive uncle, and worst of all, woke you up.
Yes! Starling! He is my fathe-
Sting muzzled him again by putting her ped over the fallen mech's mouth.
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Post by Ulti on Apr 16, 2015 15:33:09 GMT
"Oh... can I join in?" She asked with a small smirk, looking over at Sting.
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