Scimitar-M rests against one of the tower fortifications manning the wall itself. Her silver optics stare out towards mongolia as she thinks about her situation... and the things forthcoming. Wings flexing behind her idly, she is otherwise perfectly still.

Mirage-P slips silently along the top of the Great Wall. He's clearly not comfortable being up high in such an exposed place; every instinct he has is screaming at him to get down and into some cover, but he knows he has to get across. He wonders whether he should activate his cloaking device, but knows he doesn't have enough energon to use it unless he really has to. If he was less of a professional, he'd mutter something to himself. But he isn't.

Scimitar-M continues to stare off, optics whirling with a faint shade of blue in the metallic depths. A hand comes up to brush some accumulated dust off of her shoulder, a sign that she has been here for a series of cycles, watching, waiting, thinking.

Mirage-P's sensor suddenly scream a silent warning to him, alerting him that someone or something is nearby, and very close. He wonders why they didn't detect whatever it is earlier; they've got enough range to pick up something from several miles away. He doesn't spend too much time pondering, however and rushes to hide in the shadows of one of the towers.

Scimitar-M's wings flex outwards as she steps into the warmth of the sun, spreading the thin panels behind her to capture the heat..as well as some of the energy from the star. A soft sighescapes her as she does so, still lost inthought, but now punctuated by the occasional soft sigh.

Mirage-P rises carefully to his full height again, back to the tower that Scimitar rests on. His sensors are still confused. Apparently, whatever the thing is, it's sometimes behind him, sometimes all around him and frequently nowhere to be seen. This is both confusing and annoying for him. He turns around, trying to get a better reading and comes face to face with Scimitar.

Scimitar-M freezes in her absolutions, and slowly turns to reguard Mirage with a surprised startled expression, like a deer caught in the open. The silence is broken when she leaps backwards, hands going back to draw weapons, voice rushed, "Wh..Who areyou?!"

Mirage-P steps backwards, at least as startled as Scimitar, possibly more so. He recovers his composure quickly though, and returns to the arrogant aristocrat he has always been. "That would depend," he says, each syllable perfectly enunciated, "on who you are." It's at times like these that he's glad to have his shoulder rocket; it means he doesn't have to draw or aim a weapon. It's always ready.

Scimitar-M's wings snap back behind her, the panels tightly pressed together. Out come the two swords, held before her defensivly. "I.." she says with a faint hint of pride, "am Scimitarr." Her optics whirl, the depths picking up a hint of red. "Who.... I assk again, are you?"

Mirage-P eyes the creature coldly, "I am Mirage. You would do well to treat me with slightly more respect." He raises an eyebrow as her swords appear. "Fascinating weaponry."
Scimitar-M cocks her head to one side, "mirage...eh?" she arches a brow, then offers a faint smile, "They are mine. Honest."

Mirage-P nods, paying more attention to the swords than the individual holding them, "Oh, I don't doubt your ownership. I was simply commenting on the workmanship. They appear to be of Quintesson manufacture, are they not?"

Scimitar-M's optics darken as the silver pools cease to reflect light. those wings shift uneasily behind her. "They.. Are Mine. " she says with no attempt to hide a depth of hatred. "And they do nicely for carving quints."

Mirage-P continues to examine the weapons from a distance, nodding absently at Scimitar's words, "I'm sure they do, indeed." He looks back up at Scimitar, "Might I examine one of them? I am somewhat of a weapon enthusiast, I must confess." The look on his face seems quite genuine.

Scimitar-M's angry expression fades to one of confusion when presented with this attitude.. Pride of her weapons wars with fear... and wins.. She spin-flips one and steps closer, sounding like a child with a prized toy, "Alright. " A faint smile brightens her face, a hopeful one.

Mirage-P takes the sword, carefully; he tends to assume that everyone is as prideful of their weapons as he is. In truth, it's probably his main weakness. Get him involved in chat about weaponry, and he's likely to drop his guard for a while. "Amazing. I haven't seen craftsmanship like this for some time." He twirls the sword experimentally, and slices it through the air a few times. He nods, then hands it back, "Thank you. It is rare to encounter someone with an elegant weapon on this..." he looks around, disdainfully, "Planet, for want of a better word. Rarer still to find someone who appreciates it."

Scimitar-M watches Mirage with the sword and her smile grows a bit, optics brighteing to a light silver grey, "They are all I have, truly. I take care of them." She accepts the weaponback , checks it, then tucks the both of them back into the back sheaths. "Most I have encountered seem to have gone for simple destruction.." She shrugs, "If a fight it becomes, I'd rather keep it personal."

Mirage-P nods, "Yes, the individuals I know tend to prefer somewhat clumsy methods." He produces his hunting rifle and offers it to her, butt first. "Although I do not personally like to use a sword, I do appreciate a finely crafted weapon. Something with accuracy rather than widespread damage."

Scimitar-M lets out a surprised 'oooh' and takes the rifle, carefully looking it over, and peering at it closly. Running a finger along the barrel, she gets a wistful smile, "Much to grand for the likes of a scavenger like myself, but I appreciate the chance to see such a wonderful thing." She sounds honest and truly happy.

Mirage-P smiles, "At last! Someone who recognises quality." He leans in closer, "Between you and me, I grow weary of these oafs who just want a laser with an obscene amount of power. They don't understand that all you really need is a single shot delivered with accuracy to neutralise a target." He sounds like he's talking about target shooting, but is actually talking about real combat.

Scimitar-M's optics widen at the words and her curiousity catches ahold. She steps closer, still smiling. "I dunno. I'm sortof jealous of mechs with actual guns... I mean.." She glances around, "It doesnt seem right that they could get me before I could get to them. Not at all fair or honorable.. if there is such a thing." She slows and frowns a bit, "I suppose.... If I were fast enough, I could catch up after that first shot.. But if all it takes is one..... " She looks about to cry, "I wouldnt have a chance!"

Mirage-P smiles as he takes back his weapon, "Oh, don't worry. Very few have comparable skill to mine. And of course, I would never shoot you unless..." He sighs. "You're going to tell me you're a Decepticon, aren't you?"

Scimitar-M blinks those innocent optics and replies as innocently as a child, "Arn't you?"

Mirage-P puts his weapon away and gives another sigh, "No. No I'm not. What a shame." He looks down at the swords the Scimitar carries, "I don't suppose there's any chance that you would consider not using those on me?"

Scimitar-M blinks again, looking confused, "I hadn't planned on useing them on you if you didnt try to hurt me.." She folds her wings around her frame protectivly, looking hurt, "YOu are going to hurt me arnt you?"

Mirage-P takes a step back, and waves a hand at her, "Oh no, no. Not when we were getting along so well." He hangs his head, "It's just that, what with the war it's not acceptable for Autobots and Decepticons to fraternise." He sighs again, heavily, "Just as I thought I'd found someone to talk to that wasn't a complete oik."

Scimitar-M blinks yet again, "You're an Autobot?" She cocks her head and takes a second look, optics narrowing for a moment, "I...I'm so sorry... I didnt know.." Her head hangs and she takes a step back, "Never met an Autobot before.... I didnt know. I swear.." Her optics flicker and whirl, taking on a shade of emerald green as the thin femme seems shaken. "I really didnt know... I dont wanna fight.. I mean.. I dont.. You were nice to me."

Mirage-P looks both relieved and concerned, "Oh, please don't worry... if you don't want to fight, neither do I. It..." he seems a little confused and reluctant to admit this, "It was enjoyable talking with you. It's a shame that we are on different sides."

Scimitar-M still appears shaken and even more nervous. "I liked talking with you. You likedmy swords because they are well crafted.. not because they can hurt someone."

Mirage-P smiles, equually nervous, "Well, let it be a lesson to you; not everyone within the Autobot ranks seeks to crush all Decepticon resistance." Yet again, Mirage's faith in the Autobot cause is questioned. If one Decepticon can be like this....

Scimitar-M's wings shift around her like a cloak in the breeze, "I havent met any other Autobots... I expected to be shot at first...." She glances at herself and lets a soft sigh escape, "i should get a brand I suppose.." She frowns, "But It would clash with my coloring. " She offers a soft chuckle, trying to get over her case of nerves.

Mirage-P chuckles and tentativly (and very, very carefully) places a hand on Scimitar's shoulder, "Some of us don't adopt a 'shoot first, questions later' approach. Personally, I try to avoid a fight if I can." He realises his words aren't exactly what you could call comforting and searches for something more tactful to say, "Ah, try not to worry too much about getting the brand. You might just decide that you're on the wrong side." This last is said thoughtfully, as though he's not talking about Scimitar at all.

Scimitar-M steps away, shaking slightly, "Maybe.. I..I should go now.." Her wings unfold and spread out behind her, "Usually.. I mean.." She blinks, considering then says in a soft small voice, "used to be when the master wanted to hurt us, he'd pet us first."

Mirage-P eyes widen still further, "I'm sorry; I didn't realise that you were... I mean that you..." He stumbles for words, not knowing what to say, "I didn't mean to..."

Scimitar-M shrugs, wrapping her wings back around her sparse frame like a defensive cloak. "Is alright. He's dead now."

Mirage-P looks at a loss for words, "Well I... that is to say.. I... er... good?" He offers, sounding a tad hopeful.

Scimitar-M glances around then back, "He was a bad mechanism. He deserved to die. More than once, but that wasnt in my power."

Mirage-P nods, not quite sure what to make of this new being. By turns she's curious, terrified and vindictive, and he doesn't know when she's going to shift. He opens his mouth to say something, but then clamps it shut again, not sure of how to proceed.

Scimitar-M shudders as she remembers her past, then forces herself back into the present. "I had better leave.. Before any of your kind come looking for you.. Or any of mine come looking for me." she offers a faint smile, "I dont want to fight with you.." She kicks at the ground, "I kindof think you're neat."

Mirage-P looks slightly pleased and embarrased at the same time, "Well, thank you. I suppose I think you're..." he forces himself to use the word, "'neat' too." he smiles slightly, "Oh, and don't worry about people looking for me. First of all, they leave me to my own devices and secondly... they don't call me Mirage for nothing."

Scimitar-M's optics glimmer for a moment, "Ahhhh.." a childish giggle escapes her.. "You can hide as well?"

Mirage-P nods, "Indeed. And, as we are to be leaving each others company, I shall give you a demonstration of this." He hesitates for a moment, then takes one of her hands and kisses it before stepping back quickly. He salutes her with a flourish and says, "Adieu!" Then, with a mental command, a hologramatic box appears around him and he fades from view. "Until we meet again." comes the disembodied voice.

Scimitar-M blinks at the hand kiss, then watches the other mech fade.. With a laugh, a delighted laugh, she transforms, and then *also* fades from view.

Scimitar gives a bell-like giggle and whip-snaps her wings outwards as her wraithlike frame begins to expand with the unholy sound of metal ripping until a nightmarish creature is left.

From thin air comes a surprised gasp.

Hexapodal Avian's form shimmers in the light, then seems to become a swirling dust, darkening thengently appearing to being blown away.

Hexapodal Avian's bell-like childish laughter rings out as she can be heard taking to the air with great wing-beats. But that is all that is there, the laughter and the rush of the wind picking up, then falling away.

<OOC> Mirage-P offers a round of applause
<OOC> Hexapodal Avian says, "And thats that for that rp. Thanks..:> *bows* I had fun."