Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Oct 18, 2008 20:46:00 GMT -5
Rattrap's first instinct when he doesn't get away on first leap is to curse while he hangs there, caught around the middle and hanging upside-down. Before he can get out so much as a "slag-sucker", he has to stop and blink at Botanica, whiskers askew and one brow raised. Lying little vermin?
"You ain't, uh… been hangin' around Dinobot, have ya?" he wonders.
Now, he's watching her. And her vines. Nothing moves, but he definitely feels a smack on his hindquarters. He gives Botanica a scowl and opens his mouth to call her on it, but instead, he finds himself being yanked upward by a spider thread that's attached itself to his butt.
Oh, the indignity of it all.
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Botanica-3
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Post by Botanica-3 on Oct 19, 2008 22:57:59 GMT -5
Rattrap slides through Botanica's hands, but the plantformer manages to catch hold of his forelegs. She braces herself, all four hands wrapped tightly around his small furry legs.
"Oh no, nonononononono, you will not be taking my new Rattie, you will not," She chitters as she twists her head toward Blackarachnia, "You can not keep him safe, you can't. You've not found your strength and purpose yet. Poor confused little spider. Too weak, too weak."
She tugs on Rattrap, but not too hard. The motion is more to distract Blackarachnia from the vines which are making a grab for her. One sharp bramble swipes at her webbing in an attempt to weaken it, while other, thorn-less vines try to snare the spider.
Botanica sing songs as she plays at this game of tug of war:
A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.1
1 A Noiseless Patient Spider, by Walt Whitman.
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Post by Blackarachnia-3 on Oct 20, 2008 3:22:49 GMT -5
"My purpose... is to stop you from harming anyone ever again!" The words come from her vocalizer, but the conviction just isn't there. Sadly for Botanica, Blackarachnia isn't interested in staying in one place. When Botanica grabs ahold of Rattrap, she stops falling suddenly. From her thread, she makes herself swing back, before swinging herself forward to lunge, legs-first, at Botanica, trying to get her to let go.
The swinging means she's escaped the vine attempting to ensnare her while the thorny bramble makes some headway into slicing the web.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Oct 21, 2008 20:45:25 GMT -5
"Girls, girls!" squawks Rattrap, feeling stretched just a little too thin, beady black eyes saucer-round. He's had chicks fighting over him before, but this? This is ridiculous. "There's enough a' me to go around!" Primus. He can feel fake fur starting to rip out. And he can't even get enough squeaking room to clear the way with the spider slinging on in.
Screw it. He cranes his neck, baring his big buck teeth, and tries to take a chunk out of one hand clamped onto his forelegs. He needs more fiber in his diet anyway.
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Botanica-3
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Post by Botanica-3 on Oct 21, 2008 23:05:00 GMT -5
"I only hurt those who deserve it, Blackarachnia. And I have never hurt you. Not your fault, it issssssssssssss- You flea-infested, garbage-eating, bastard childe of a back-alley whore!" Botancia snatches her hand out of Rattrap's mouth, his sharp teeth tearing a wide strip across the back. The wound almost immediately begins to drip liquid. "Now is not the time for foreplay!"
She does, however, still have three hands on the rat, which is enough to maintain her grip. As the spider swings in, Botanica throws herself down and forward, wrapping herself around Rattrap and diving beneath the ground. Yes, Blackarachnia's web is still attached to the rat when Botanica does this. The mad plant is hoping her (eventual) friend will loose the webbing before getting dragged beneath ground herself.
If he hadn't bitten her, she would have warned Rattrap to close his intakes. Ever wondered what dirt tastes like, Rattie dear?
OOC: Diving below ground w/ Rattrap ok'd by his player. Botanica is not leaving thread. She'll pop back up on her next post.
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Post by Blackarachnia-3 on Oct 22, 2008 4:49:56 GMT -5
Blackarachnia does indeed ditch the web, given that the initial reasoning to use it failed. "Rattrap!" She yells impotently as she watches her ally get dragged down into the ground.
Landing on the ground, she freezes. What does she do? He has weapons, but only in robot mode. If she transforms, she could incapacitate herself. But is it practicality that prevents her from transforming, or self-preservation?
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Post by Rattrap on Oct 24, 2008 18:20:12 GMT -5
There's a lot more than random liquid and dirt leaving a bad taste in Rattrap's mouth. The crazy creeper thinks chomping down is foreplay? That is just wrong.
And then he has a mouthful of soil. It isn't the first time in his life he's eaten dirt; spend long enough underground and you'll be spewing the stuff from most available orifices, that's all there is to it. It's the first time a chick made him do it, though. Or does she even count? He was kinda asking for it… oh, and he hopes she enjoys the bugs, because the Matrix knows just what he's got festering in his ratty little jaws. Heck, he isn't sure he wants to know.
He can't transform right now where there isn't any of that fuzz – of course – but he's getting sick of not having his gun or any charges. Is grabbing even one worth risking that stuff getting on him?
Frag yes if it gets this crazy broad off him; he might come out in the black with the moss stuff. He definitely won't with her. Now he just has to time it….
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Post by Botanica-3 on Oct 24, 2008 18:53:49 GMT -5
Botanica surfaces a short distance away, hidden behind a thick grouping of trees, still with an armful of Rattie. She isn't particularly worried about the wound on her hand, or any infections. She's suffered worse from her Rattrap (both of them, actually). If she gets ill, she'll go to ground an let the planet heal her.
"I really, really don't want to fight you and her," she mutters, patting Rattrap on the head. A sharp hiss, and her head tilts up, "He's gone! I need to follow but you don't. How to make sure to keep you both safe, yes, yes?"
Large vines creep toward Blackarchnia, others move to wrap around Rattrap as she shoves him hard against the tree trunk.
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Post by Blackarachnia-3 on Oct 25, 2008 23:26:49 GMT -5
Blackarachnia isn't aware of Rattrap's decision to detonate his mines and is busy trying to get in close with Botanica. The vines move towards Blackarachnia, but Blackarachnia moves faster.
Ideally she is going to pounce onto the plantformer and find somewhere to sink her venomous fangs into, but otherthan that she's just going to keep her (many) eyes out for any flora that is slinking its way towards her.
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Post by Rattrap on Oct 27, 2008 17:28:09 GMT -5
Rattrap nearly bites his own tongue trying to key his transform when he hits the tree trunk, and he hisses in pain. It's a good thing his spine is artificial or he'd be really sore right about now.
"Y'know, lady," he wheezes, scrabbling at her wrists and the vines closing around him before he lets go, "I can take care o' myself! Rattrap, Maximise!" The belly of the beast bursts out in a splay of copper and silver robot limbs and Rattrap's scowling face, optics narrow and bright, appears as the rat's head folds down to his chest and he's reaching for one forearm. Transforming is a tight fit with Botanica squeezing him; parts scrape and servos whine as they shift into place, but they manage to lock in and Botanica's handholds snap backward just as he pulls one of his handy-dandy flask-sized charges from its compartment.
It'd take a real doofus to think it's harmless, but if anyone wasn't sure, the red light on the casing starts blinking when he gives the bomb a quick squeeze. Not long to plant it and scram; he can already feel that green stuff crawling over his back where he's skidding down the trunk.
"Too bad I can't say the same fer you," he adds and, as he drops, shoves the bomb into a tangle of vines where anyone normal would have a hip; must not make pollinating joke. Too busy getting away. As soon as his feet touch the ground, he collapses back into beast mode – very narrowly ducking another snaking vine – and takes off running. The spider's on her own.
OOC: Planting bomb with permission.
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Botanica-3
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Post by Botanica-3 on Oct 28, 2008 11:36:20 GMT -5
"Ooo, you contrary little vermin you!" she shrieks as Rattrap transforms. "I'm trying to help you, you-!" She'd continue with the insults, but multiple things happen at once.
She recognizes Rattrap's charges as such immediately, but before she can run, she's pounced on by the itsy bitsy spider. One cry of pain as Rattrap wedges the charge into a most uncomfortable spot, another as Blackarachnia's fangs pierce the skin of her upper arm. "Itsy bitsy, but still with a painful bite," she hisses, trying to shake the spider off before she can inject too much venom.
Regardless, she dives- albeit sluggishly- spider still attached or no, Rattrap's charge still caught in her vines. A charge set with a very short timer. She's barely underground before...
Boom!
Length of timer confirmed w/ Rattrap's player. Consider B-3 out of thread.
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Post by Blackarachnia-3 on Oct 29, 2008 2:01:55 GMT -5
"Noone wants your kind of help!" Blackarachnia yells at the retreating plant lady.
The spider leaps off Botanica as she submerges "Rattrap, are you..." she turns to face the retreating rodent. The one she was "...oh."
To accentuate her shock at the actions of Rattrap, the explosion from his bomb goes off mere feet away from her, underground. She is unharmed, but very startled, and gets pelted with dirt as it showers down from the explosion.
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Post by Rattrap on Oct 30, 2008 13:52:02 GMT -5
The explosion's muffled thud and the vibrations that carry through the ground put a smirk on Rattrap's face and he slows, then stops, turning to survey his handiwork. It looks like that moss stuff isn't at all happy about Rattrap's toy, and boy, is he glad for once he got stuck on Planet Backwater wearing a fursuit. The view is spoiled by that eight-legged witch, though, and Rattrap sneers.
Of course she got sent over. Nobody cares what Rattrap wants; it's just grumpy little Rattrap. Couldn't care less if he'd rather have Airazor's help than some Pred's. Especially the spider.
"Feh. It figures," he snorts to himself before flicking his tail and turning away. He needs to be somewhere else before his trigger finger gets as itchy as his back.
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Post by Blackarachnia-3 on Nov 4, 2008 5:25:07 GMT -5
Made to feel irrelevant, rejected, and then used and discarded. That's all she's good for, isn't it?
Silently, Blackarachnia turns and skulks back into the jungle, careful to not let any more vines sneak up on her.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Rattrap on Nov 6, 2008 22:46:45 GMT -5
Boy, things sure are quiet around here now. It makes Rattrap's upset chittering that much louder, but he doesn't really give a crap. He itches and all the back-scratching against the nearest available tree trunk isn't helping.
"Ain't had it dis bad since Raknus B," he grumbles, scraping his back on the tree one more time before dropping to all fours and pausing to get his bearings. This way, or… nope, that way. And keep an eye on the fuzz.
OOC: Gone.
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