Jazz waved a hand in front of his face, cycling his exhaust system in an attempt to clear the cloying cloud of chemicals from his intakes. The petals were easier to deal with; forcing air through his vents blew them away.
"Yo. What's with the uncloaking and chemical cloud? Tryin' to poison a mech?"
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Date: 2008-01-14 08:19 pm (UTC)"Yo. What's with the uncloaking and chemical cloud? Tryin' to poison a mech?"