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ante_luceTitle: Of Bindings – An Acquainting and a Revelation
'Verse: 2007 Transformers
Characters: Sam. Bumblebee. Bluestreak. Jazz. Prowl.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
Bluestreak looked like Prowl, much like how Smokescreen looked like Jazz, Sam thought. But unlike Jazz and Smokescreen, the similarities between the two doorwinged mechs ended there. Where Prowl was quiet and reserved, the sniper, as Ratchet had told them, was very chatty.
“Bluestreak?”
“Yes? Can I help you? Though I’m not sure what exactly I can help you with, being new to the base and this planet and everything, I’m still getting used to the layout and this place doesn’t have information streams like the bases on Cybertron do, actually it doesn’t have a lot of thing the bases on Cybertron do but that can’t be helped I guess and it’s nothing against Earth or anythi-”
Sam waved his hands to pause the mech. “Um, Blue’? It’s alright, we’re actually the ones who’re supposed to show you around and get you oriented.”
“And get you used to interacting with humans.” Bumblebee added, and the grey mech nodded.
“Oh! Okay then. What do we need to do?”
“Well, we can talk for a bit, and we can walk around so you get accustomed to ‘human speed’. I tell you, keeping up with you bots while on foot is a real task; I’d probably be able to go out for track and field if I wanted.” Sam said that last a little ruefully, then continued as he gestured for them to start moving. “So, Bluestreak, how’s Earth been treating you?”
“It’s been great, the rain isn’t corrosive and although there are ‘Cons off in the distance they’re not actively doing anything and we have time to rest and wind down and there’s energy and I finally get to see the others again after so long. And Prowl’s here!”
“I heard you look up to him.” The teen chuckled, sharing a grin with his guardian as the other mech clicked a little sheepishly.
“I guess I really do, not just because he found me after the ‘Cons…” Bluestreak trailed off, then shook himself and went on. “He took me under his wing, y’know? Made sure I was coping with everything. And he was always willing to help me out, and there was this one time…”
The mech paused again, and both scout and human glanced over at him in concern.
“Blue’? It’s okay if you don’t want to discuss it.”
“Nah, I guess I can tell you about that. I’d just started out in Ops, was getting used to my new team and they to looking out for their newbie.”
“All rookie Ops train under an established team so their chances of survival, for both the team and the rookie, are higher since more optics are watching out for the trainee, and the trainee get to learn a lot more than just being under one ‘bot.” Bumblebee elaborated. Bluestreak nodded, and continued.
“I was placed in Jazz’s squad. He’s actually a solo agent, being Head of Ops, but some missions need a team to carry out, and it’s a pride thing to be known as Jazz’s unit, so my teammates didn’t mind deferring to him when that happened. We had some downtime before this big mission, so we were at our home base, well, our home base at that point in time, and Prowl was there ‘cos they needed him for some planning thing and he’s really the best at that and Jazz and most of the others agreed that working with him for this really important run would be good, so they’d called him in. Some of them weren’t too happy with Prowl just coming in like that though.”
Gunner and scout smirked at each other. “Ops bots can get a little territorial that way.”
“During downtime Ops rearm, restock and recupe, in that order. My teammates were still getting their supplies when I finished, since snipers don’t really use up a lot of materials, so I went ahead to the medic station to get patched up properly and see if I couldn’t work on some of the not-physical things bothering me. The medic I’d been seeing at that base offered to help with that and we got started.”
= = =
Medic and sniper stood in the middle of what looked to be a war zone, filled with demolished buildings and deactivated bodies, lit by damaged light fixtures and flames slowly flickering out in corners.
Bluestreak shuddered lightly; it was a near replica of the place his world had come crashing down on him. He regularly came out of recharge woken by memories of this scene, muting his vocaliser so his team wouldn’t be disturbed by his distress, but it was difficult, near impossible to hide things from bots who made sneakiness and information gathering their jobs. They’d put together a plan of sorts to help, and his gratitude towards them for even wanting to do so ensured he at least tried it out.
It was an unusual method, but so far it had been helping, and with the medic pulling ‘medical rank’, as he termed it, they had the Holo-room to themselves. Prowl had accompanied them down to the training area, since his expertise with the holo programs was needed to modify the simulators for the purpose they required (and… Bluestreak had asked for him to be there and Prowl really couldn’t deny the youngling much of anything).
As the pair walked through the hard light hologram, Prowl stood by the entrance to the area, leaning against the wall, sorting through details for the Ops mission Bluestreak and company were soon to run. Medic and sniper had lapped the room, and were just passing behind a large slab of something that used to be a wall when the doors to the room slid shut, startling all three occupants.
The tactician whirled ‘round to stare incredulously at the door, then stabbed a digit at the intercom set into the wall and made his demand.
“What’s going on?”
A snicker came over the speakers. “Well, we’ve set the room to its hardest enemy setting. Let’s see what you can do, tactician.”
“Are you glitched? Did you not check to see who else we’ve got in here?” The medic had rounded the slab at a run, bellowing at the ‘com, followed by an increasingly unnerved Bluestreak. The intercom was silent, and Prowl expected that whoever was on the other end in the control room was perhaps realising they’d just gotten into very deep trouble. Not waiting for a reply, even if one had been forthcoming, the medic yanked the other two bots away from the comm. point and towards the shelter of a fallen building.
“What can we expect at this setting?” Bluestreak could see that the tactician was already running calculations through his battle computer.
“Argh. There is a reason it’s the hardest. Enemy AI at its smartest. We’ll be outnumbered, even if they only took into account the presence of one mech in the room, outgunned, not like that’s hard, seeing as how we’re minimally armed,” At this both chevroned mechs unsubspaced various weapons in addition to their internal ordnance. “Okay, I’m minimally armed. And a poor shot. No overrides or early termination of the program. Only way out is to kill the enemy completely, or be killed completely.”
“Can we just let the simulation win? We’d get out faster.”
The chevroned sniper couldn’t help his panicked warble at Prowl’s suggestion, even starting to shake noticeably. The mech was immediately at his side, clicking apologetically as he and the medic gently took one of Bluestreak’s arms each and directed him to a somewhat more protected corner. The medic sighed.
“I’d agree, but Blue’ here isn’t looking good. I don’t know if getting fragged in surroundings like this, even if only in simulation, will push whatever progress he’s made back, or by how much.”
“Bluestreak.” His head snapped up at his name, inwardly cringing when he realised they’d been trying to call his attention for a while.
“Blue’.” The medic was keeping a firm grip on one of his wrists, anchoring him to reality as Prowl took a quick scan outside their makeshift ‘safe zone’. “This is not real. It’s a simulation, you will not get hurt. Not really, anyway.”
“I k-know.” He flinched as Prowl dropped back into a crouch beside the pair.
“They’re coming. Bluestreak, I’m going to need you out there. I know you can do this.”
Immediately, the younger mech stopped trembling and his gaze grew firmer. Prowl nodded his approval.
“Good.”
A sharp intake of air came from both Bluestreak and the medic as the tactician’s comm. beeped. Activating it, Jazz’s voice came through, sounding thoroughly annoyed.
//Prowl! S’Blue’ alright?//
“He’s fine for now, Jazz.”
//What happened?//
“It appears I’m being challenged to a test of ability. Bluestreak and Arcweld got caught in it as well.”
There was muffled cursing for a bit, and the bots familiar with the Spec Ops leader imagined he was already in the control room, being restrained from terminating the idiot mechs who’d gotten them in this situation.
“Jazz, don’t kill the mechs. We do need them.” Came Prowl’s dry admonishment.
//Just a few! We don’t need them all!//
“Jazz!”
The comment startled Bluestreak into exclaiming out loud. A sigh as panicked shuffling was heard, likely bots getting as far from Jazz as possible while still confined to the room, and he sounded calmer when he next spoke.
//Fine. Blue’, you’re really alright?//
“I’ll be okay. I’ve got Prowl with me!”
//That you do kid.// A chuckle from the Ops head as the aforementioned tactician shook his head at Arcweld’s snicker, then inquired.
“Jazz, can you hack the program and end it? I’d rather not have to fight through this if possible.”
//Already on it. Y’got incoming though. I’ll work on the rest, but you’ll have to take those out y’self.//
“I copy.”
And with that, they opened fire on the first wave of attackers. Enemy bodies started piling up as they moved through the scene, Bluestreak picking off his targets with unerring accuracy, Prowl herding them into his line of fire with precision shots. Arcweld, borrowing a spare blaster, busied himself with cover fire, keeping their backs clear. He wasn’t as lousy a shot as he’d claimed, but then again a simulation was markedly different from being out in the field.
Eventually, the attacks slowed to a halt, oncoming enemies suddenly blinking out of existence, their surroundings vanishing in a haze of pixels. The doors slid open, permitting a small silvery mech into the room. Jazz scanned all three visually, and after reassuring himself that they were fine, shoved his subordinate and the medic out through the doors before fixing a look onto the tactician.
“I’m gonna let off steam before I do something the base commander’ll regret. Two mech program. Same difficulty. Wanna show them just why you’re working with us on this mission?”
Prowl’s answering smirk as he nodded assent was just as predatory (not to mention scary as the Pit, considering that most had never seen him crack anything more than a faint smile that might or might not have been a trick of the light).
The recording of the next cycle was passed around the base, and to several other bases as well, accompanied by the story behind it, which surprisingly stayed largely unexaggerated. The two mechs tore through the program, the training AI seemingly manipulated by tactician and saboteur at will. When the simulation finally terminated, both bots exited the training area, looking only slightly worse for wear.
“Any more questions as to my abilities?” Came Prowl’s cool inquiry, coupled with arms crossed over the front of his chassis and a challenging tilt of the head. Quiet replies in the negative prompted a satisfied nod, and the tactician stalked out of the control room, intent on getting refuelled and a wash while Jazz glowered at the hapless mechs he’d determined set the program off on Prowl, Arcweld and Bluestreak.
= = =
“Wow.”
“Yeah. It actually really helped me, even if we didn’t quite realise it at the time. And Primus, I wouldn’t want to be the focus of such a team up, since it’d probably take something really drastic for both Jazz and Prowl to be fighting back to back. I mean, command posts aside, they don’t get along that much. Pity, watching them was… I can’t describe it. It’s like they could read each other’s minds or something.”
“Probably comes from them being bonded so long.”
At Bluestreak’s surprised expression, Sam groaned.
“Oooh, slag. You haven’t been told, have you. ‘Bee? Help?”
= = =
It was a silent Bluestreak who tracked down both SIC and saboteur a few days later.
“It’s true then? You two are…”
The pair glanced at each other warily before Prowl replied. “Yes. Jazz and I have been bonded since the start of the war.”
“He did it to save my life, Blue’.” Jazz added, and the sniper frowned.
“But you two didn’t know each other before that.”
“We didn’t.”
“So, that time when Shockwave had Prowl…” The gunner murmured quietly before whirling on a startled Jazz. “I bet the only reason you gave a damn about Prowl staying alive was ‘cos you’d offline too if he carked it!
The visored mech recoiled at the accusation. Turning from one doorwinged mech to another, he stuttered out a shaky “That wasn’t… I never…” before his vocaliser failed and he fled the room. Prowl turned shocked optics onto the younger Autobot.
“Bluestreak! That was incredibly uncalled for!”
Bluestreak chuckled mirthlessly.
“Honestly? I’ve always known you two were sparkbonded.” He glanced up at Prowl, expression slightly wistful. “My creators loved each other enough to join themselves in that manner, and when I met you and Jazz… I thought you were hiding it because of the war. Frag, I even helped out by spreading tales of your arguments. Imagine my surprise when I found out the truth. But you know what? I think my assumption wasn’t too far off the mark, even if it was a couple hundred vorns too early.”
At the stunned expression of the tactician, the other chevroned mech smiled gently at him.
“Huh, figures you two wouldn’t have thrashed it out yet. You ought to go after Jazz. Before he convinces himself you believe what I just said.”
Prowl was out of the room in an instant, leaving behind a silent Bluestreak staring at the slowly closing door.
As the cut text says, I'm going to be out of the country for the next six days. Dunno 'bout 'net access, and I most definitely won't have my laptop with me. So here's a longer chapter of Bindings for you all ^_^ I'll be back soon.
'Verse: 2007 Transformers
Characters: Sam. Bumblebee. Bluestreak. Jazz. Prowl.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
Bluestreak looked like Prowl, much like how Smokescreen looked like Jazz, Sam thought. But unlike Jazz and Smokescreen, the similarities between the two doorwinged mechs ended there. Where Prowl was quiet and reserved, the sniper, as Ratchet had told them, was very chatty.
“Bluestreak?”
“Yes? Can I help you? Though I’m not sure what exactly I can help you with, being new to the base and this planet and everything, I’m still getting used to the layout and this place doesn’t have information streams like the bases on Cybertron do, actually it doesn’t have a lot of thing the bases on Cybertron do but that can’t be helped I guess and it’s nothing against Earth or anythi-”
Sam waved his hands to pause the mech. “Um, Blue’? It’s alright, we’re actually the ones who’re supposed to show you around and get you oriented.”
“And get you used to interacting with humans.” Bumblebee added, and the grey mech nodded.
“Oh! Okay then. What do we need to do?”
“Well, we can talk for a bit, and we can walk around so you get accustomed to ‘human speed’. I tell you, keeping up with you bots while on foot is a real task; I’d probably be able to go out for track and field if I wanted.” Sam said that last a little ruefully, then continued as he gestured for them to start moving. “So, Bluestreak, how’s Earth been treating you?”
“It’s been great, the rain isn’t corrosive and although there are ‘Cons off in the distance they’re not actively doing anything and we have time to rest and wind down and there’s energy and I finally get to see the others again after so long. And Prowl’s here!”
“I heard you look up to him.” The teen chuckled, sharing a grin with his guardian as the other mech clicked a little sheepishly.
“I guess I really do, not just because he found me after the ‘Cons…” Bluestreak trailed off, then shook himself and went on. “He took me under his wing, y’know? Made sure I was coping with everything. And he was always willing to help me out, and there was this one time…”
The mech paused again, and both scout and human glanced over at him in concern.
“Blue’? It’s okay if you don’t want to discuss it.”
“Nah, I guess I can tell you about that. I’d just started out in Ops, was getting used to my new team and they to looking out for their newbie.”
“All rookie Ops train under an established team so their chances of survival, for both the team and the rookie, are higher since more optics are watching out for the trainee, and the trainee get to learn a lot more than just being under one ‘bot.” Bumblebee elaborated. Bluestreak nodded, and continued.
“I was placed in Jazz’s squad. He’s actually a solo agent, being Head of Ops, but some missions need a team to carry out, and it’s a pride thing to be known as Jazz’s unit, so my teammates didn’t mind deferring to him when that happened. We had some downtime before this big mission, so we were at our home base, well, our home base at that point in time, and Prowl was there ‘cos they needed him for some planning thing and he’s really the best at that and Jazz and most of the others agreed that working with him for this really important run would be good, so they’d called him in. Some of them weren’t too happy with Prowl just coming in like that though.”
Gunner and scout smirked at each other. “Ops bots can get a little territorial that way.”
“During downtime Ops rearm, restock and recupe, in that order. My teammates were still getting their supplies when I finished, since snipers don’t really use up a lot of materials, so I went ahead to the medic station to get patched up properly and see if I couldn’t work on some of the not-physical things bothering me. The medic I’d been seeing at that base offered to help with that and we got started.”
= = =
Medic and sniper stood in the middle of what looked to be a war zone, filled with demolished buildings and deactivated bodies, lit by damaged light fixtures and flames slowly flickering out in corners.
Bluestreak shuddered lightly; it was a near replica of the place his world had come crashing down on him. He regularly came out of recharge woken by memories of this scene, muting his vocaliser so his team wouldn’t be disturbed by his distress, but it was difficult, near impossible to hide things from bots who made sneakiness and information gathering their jobs. They’d put together a plan of sorts to help, and his gratitude towards them for even wanting to do so ensured he at least tried it out.
It was an unusual method, but so far it had been helping, and with the medic pulling ‘medical rank’, as he termed it, they had the Holo-room to themselves. Prowl had accompanied them down to the training area, since his expertise with the holo programs was needed to modify the simulators for the purpose they required (and… Bluestreak had asked for him to be there and Prowl really couldn’t deny the youngling much of anything).
As the pair walked through the hard light hologram, Prowl stood by the entrance to the area, leaning against the wall, sorting through details for the Ops mission Bluestreak and company were soon to run. Medic and sniper had lapped the room, and were just passing behind a large slab of something that used to be a wall when the doors to the room slid shut, startling all three occupants.
The tactician whirled ‘round to stare incredulously at the door, then stabbed a digit at the intercom set into the wall and made his demand.
“What’s going on?”
A snicker came over the speakers. “Well, we’ve set the room to its hardest enemy setting. Let’s see what you can do, tactician.”
“Are you glitched? Did you not check to see who else we’ve got in here?” The medic had rounded the slab at a run, bellowing at the ‘com, followed by an increasingly unnerved Bluestreak. The intercom was silent, and Prowl expected that whoever was on the other end in the control room was perhaps realising they’d just gotten into very deep trouble. Not waiting for a reply, even if one had been forthcoming, the medic yanked the other two bots away from the comm. point and towards the shelter of a fallen building.
“What can we expect at this setting?” Bluestreak could see that the tactician was already running calculations through his battle computer.
“Argh. There is a reason it’s the hardest. Enemy AI at its smartest. We’ll be outnumbered, even if they only took into account the presence of one mech in the room, outgunned, not like that’s hard, seeing as how we’re minimally armed,” At this both chevroned mechs unsubspaced various weapons in addition to their internal ordnance. “Okay, I’m minimally armed. And a poor shot. No overrides or early termination of the program. Only way out is to kill the enemy completely, or be killed completely.”
“Can we just let the simulation win? We’d get out faster.”
The chevroned sniper couldn’t help his panicked warble at Prowl’s suggestion, even starting to shake noticeably. The mech was immediately at his side, clicking apologetically as he and the medic gently took one of Bluestreak’s arms each and directed him to a somewhat more protected corner. The medic sighed.
“I’d agree, but Blue’ here isn’t looking good. I don’t know if getting fragged in surroundings like this, even if only in simulation, will push whatever progress he’s made back, or by how much.”
“Bluestreak.” His head snapped up at his name, inwardly cringing when he realised they’d been trying to call his attention for a while.
“Blue’.” The medic was keeping a firm grip on one of his wrists, anchoring him to reality as Prowl took a quick scan outside their makeshift ‘safe zone’. “This is not real. It’s a simulation, you will not get hurt. Not really, anyway.”
“I k-know.” He flinched as Prowl dropped back into a crouch beside the pair.
“They’re coming. Bluestreak, I’m going to need you out there. I know you can do this.”
Immediately, the younger mech stopped trembling and his gaze grew firmer. Prowl nodded his approval.
“Good.”
A sharp intake of air came from both Bluestreak and the medic as the tactician’s comm. beeped. Activating it, Jazz’s voice came through, sounding thoroughly annoyed.
//Prowl! S’Blue’ alright?//
“He’s fine for now, Jazz.”
//What happened?//
“It appears I’m being challenged to a test of ability. Bluestreak and Arcweld got caught in it as well.”
There was muffled cursing for a bit, and the bots familiar with the Spec Ops leader imagined he was already in the control room, being restrained from terminating the idiot mechs who’d gotten them in this situation.
“Jazz, don’t kill the mechs. We do need them.” Came Prowl’s dry admonishment.
//Just a few! We don’t need them all!//
“Jazz!”
The comment startled Bluestreak into exclaiming out loud. A sigh as panicked shuffling was heard, likely bots getting as far from Jazz as possible while still confined to the room, and he sounded calmer when he next spoke.
//Fine. Blue’, you’re really alright?//
“I’ll be okay. I’ve got Prowl with me!”
//That you do kid.// A chuckle from the Ops head as the aforementioned tactician shook his head at Arcweld’s snicker, then inquired.
“Jazz, can you hack the program and end it? I’d rather not have to fight through this if possible.”
//Already on it. Y’got incoming though. I’ll work on the rest, but you’ll have to take those out y’self.//
“I copy.”
And with that, they opened fire on the first wave of attackers. Enemy bodies started piling up as they moved through the scene, Bluestreak picking off his targets with unerring accuracy, Prowl herding them into his line of fire with precision shots. Arcweld, borrowing a spare blaster, busied himself with cover fire, keeping their backs clear. He wasn’t as lousy a shot as he’d claimed, but then again a simulation was markedly different from being out in the field.
Eventually, the attacks slowed to a halt, oncoming enemies suddenly blinking out of existence, their surroundings vanishing in a haze of pixels. The doors slid open, permitting a small silvery mech into the room. Jazz scanned all three visually, and after reassuring himself that they were fine, shoved his subordinate and the medic out through the doors before fixing a look onto the tactician.
“I’m gonna let off steam before I do something the base commander’ll regret. Two mech program. Same difficulty. Wanna show them just why you’re working with us on this mission?”
Prowl’s answering smirk as he nodded assent was just as predatory (not to mention scary as the Pit, considering that most had never seen him crack anything more than a faint smile that might or might not have been a trick of the light).
The recording of the next cycle was passed around the base, and to several other bases as well, accompanied by the story behind it, which surprisingly stayed largely unexaggerated. The two mechs tore through the program, the training AI seemingly manipulated by tactician and saboteur at will. When the simulation finally terminated, both bots exited the training area, looking only slightly worse for wear.
“Any more questions as to my abilities?” Came Prowl’s cool inquiry, coupled with arms crossed over the front of his chassis and a challenging tilt of the head. Quiet replies in the negative prompted a satisfied nod, and the tactician stalked out of the control room, intent on getting refuelled and a wash while Jazz glowered at the hapless mechs he’d determined set the program off on Prowl, Arcweld and Bluestreak.
= = =
“Wow.”
“Yeah. It actually really helped me, even if we didn’t quite realise it at the time. And Primus, I wouldn’t want to be the focus of such a team up, since it’d probably take something really drastic for both Jazz and Prowl to be fighting back to back. I mean, command posts aside, they don’t get along that much. Pity, watching them was… I can’t describe it. It’s like they could read each other’s minds or something.”
“Probably comes from them being bonded so long.”
At Bluestreak’s surprised expression, Sam groaned.
“Oooh, slag. You haven’t been told, have you. ‘Bee? Help?”
= = =
It was a silent Bluestreak who tracked down both SIC and saboteur a few days later.
“It’s true then? You two are…”
The pair glanced at each other warily before Prowl replied. “Yes. Jazz and I have been bonded since the start of the war.”
“He did it to save my life, Blue’.” Jazz added, and the sniper frowned.
“But you two didn’t know each other before that.”
“We didn’t.”
“So, that time when Shockwave had Prowl…” The gunner murmured quietly before whirling on a startled Jazz. “I bet the only reason you gave a damn about Prowl staying alive was ‘cos you’d offline too if he carked it!
The visored mech recoiled at the accusation. Turning from one doorwinged mech to another, he stuttered out a shaky “That wasn’t… I never…” before his vocaliser failed and he fled the room. Prowl turned shocked optics onto the younger Autobot.
“Bluestreak! That was incredibly uncalled for!”
Bluestreak chuckled mirthlessly.
“Honestly? I’ve always known you two were sparkbonded.” He glanced up at Prowl, expression slightly wistful. “My creators loved each other enough to join themselves in that manner, and when I met you and Jazz… I thought you were hiding it because of the war. Frag, I even helped out by spreading tales of your arguments. Imagine my surprise when I found out the truth. But you know what? I think my assumption wasn’t too far off the mark, even if it was a couple hundred vorns too early.”
At the stunned expression of the tactician, the other chevroned mech smiled gently at him.
“Huh, figures you two wouldn’t have thrashed it out yet. You ought to go after Jazz. Before he convinces himself you believe what I just said.”
Prowl was out of the room in an instant, leaving behind a silent Bluestreak staring at the slowly closing door.
As the cut text says, I'm going to be out of the country for the next six days. Dunno 'bout 'net access, and I most definitely won't have my laptop with me. So here's a longer chapter of Bindings for you all ^_^ I'll be back soon.
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Date: 2009-07-29 06:35 am (UTC)Love this! Especially Blue knowing all about everything from the start ^_^.
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Date: 2009-07-29 07:58 am (UTC)Have a nice trip!
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Date: 2009-07-29 02:51 pm (UTC)Have a great trip! Take care!
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Date: 2009-07-29 03:41 pm (UTC)Have a good trip!
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Date: 2009-07-29 07:58 pm (UTC)Hope Prowl can talk sense into Jazz soon - awful cliff-hanger, that!
Will miss you this week, but at least we have plenty of reading material. :)
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Date: 2009-07-30 10:56 am (UTC)Hope you have a safe and fun trip! ^_^
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Date: 2009-07-30 01:07 pm (UTC)Very nice. XD
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