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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Dec 4, 2010 22:50:18 GMT -5
Swindle is not being very creative if he cannot see the money-making and merchandising opportunities here! Not least of the footage in his own optics, grainy and low quality though it may be.
BROTHER. This alien creature seems it will not be deterred from establishing some form of kinship, peculiar, given how this universe seems to know nothing of Transformers. Why this strange entity? I/WE/THEY THOUGHT/THINK YOU/HE WERE/WAS LOST TO THE VOID!/.
BUT HE/IT/THEY FOLLOWS/FOLLOW YOU/HIM EVEN NOW.
The being pushes its head up at Rodimus Prime's palm, completely the pat, and if it connects, it'll burn like cinnamon, spicy, sweet, and warm, the pain hand in hand with the beauty.
Then, in a flash, the entity is gone, and there is a stone bird of prey sitting on the altar. Where this mountaintop was crumbling before, it is unshakably solid now. The bird will not be moved, if they come with lasers or explosives, even if they try to cut the very top off the mountain.
The bird will not be moved, lest it choose a bearer.
Miss Fatale rails, "You're done it now, you chumps! All that life energy... all that youth... the Doctor will just have to free his wife on his own. I'm outta here." She tries to head off, scrambling back down the mountain.
Bambi just sits up and stares. She's having an Indiana Jones moment of her Skeptical Scientific Disbelief suffering a BSOD. Don't worry, at the next movie, it'll be back, and she'll be scorning any mystical explanations again.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 5, 2010 0:18:29 GMT -5
//Both?// Needlenose answers Shockwave.
Then the bird turns to stone, and Needlenose points. "That! That's how it should have been all along! That thing right there!" And then Miss Fatale's words catch his attention, and he turns to point towards her. "And her! Sir, she was right in the middle of the business before, too. Was with that Autobot private dick1, Nightbeat, before we took him down!"
1 This is a perfectly valid and ratings-appropriate use of the term 'private dick,' thanks.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 5, 2010 0:30:55 GMT -5
"I think..." Rodimus murmurs an awed whisper in answer to Prowl's question, "I think... it was supposed to have happened a long, long time ago."
As the creature makes contact with his hand, he shivers, his mouth opening with a thin pained and pleasured smile at the wonderful burning that the touch brings. Then it all ends, and the bird of flame is a bird of stone. Rodimus stumbles back as though released and rubs his hand, gazing almost absently at the pedestal's new denizen. Finally, he gives a soft snort, a faint cycling of his air coolant system, and murmurs with a touch of his old humor, "The thing seems to have gotten me confused with someone else."
He tries to make it sound like a joke, but he suspects he knows who this creature mistook him for.
It's happened before.
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Shanodin
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The Chamberlain, Her Chivalrous Immensity, Lady Botanica. The Unyielding Vanquisher of Weed Killer
This is NOT her field of dreams
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Post by Shanodin on Dec 5, 2010 20:49:04 GMT -5
Botanica sighs and gives up trying to check on Bambi. The stubborn Dinobot will just get a full examination when they deal with the nanite infection.
She casts a thoughtful look at Rodimus during the bird's address. Rodimus Prime was literally remade by the Matrix to be its bearer. Certainly that makes him kin- but of what stripe?
Something to puzzle on later. For now.
"I think not," she mutters as Fatale tries to bolt. Botanica slips back under the soil- not so toxic now- and pops up directly in front of the woman. Her vines try to snare her.
"Going somewhere?"
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Post by Victoria Raines on Dec 5, 2010 22:26:31 GMT -5
"Hmmm, I am forced to agree with the Prime. This was a long-delayed necessity."
Odd words coming from Shockwave. He does not move to take advantage in any way, though certainly with Rodimus so distracted the Prime makes a tempting target.
The words of the bird of flame still ring in Shockwave's mind, however, and he watches the young Prime closely, studies him. When the Prime dismisses the bird's words, Shockwave slowly shakes his head.
"No, Prime. I think it was perhaps more correct than either of us would be willing to admit," Shockwave says softly, an odd intensity to his tone. Rodimus Prime has just moved to the top of Shockwave's interest list. The gunformer turns sharply away.
"We are done here. Needlenose."
Unless stopped, the Decepticon commander takes to air. He'll hear any parting comments, and then will be out of thread.
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Post by Prowl on Dec 6, 2010 1:49:58 GMT -5
It only takes a second for Prowl to recover from his awe, shaking his head briefly before he rushes over to help Botanica. He takes up a position behind the escaping female, blocking her the best he can as well. If she's up, that means he didn't finish his order of taking her down.
He merely shakes his head in disappointment at her actions and makes a 'tsk' sort of noise.
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Cannonball
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Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
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Post by Cannonball on Dec 6, 2010 23:49:04 GMT -5
Cannonball grumbles, transforming. "Let's get out of here before the Autobots see us, then," he says with a sigh, and starts to pull off.
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OOC: Out of thread unless addressed.
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This space for rent.
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Post by Swindle on Dec 7, 2010 20:35:12 GMT -5
It's hard to be creative when you're having your mind boggled by weird space phoenixes, but Swindle saves his backlogged optic footage nonetheless.
"I'm with you, let's split. We can retrieve Skystrike on our way back down if she hasn't come around yet. Every lead can't be a winner, I suppose," he says with a shrug. "We'll snatch the next priceless artifact." If Swindle and/or Cannonball ever get a hold of the Matrix of Leadership, it's doubtful it's going to end up in anyone's chest. More likely it'll end up on a shelf in a pawn shop to pay for booze and negotiable affection.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Dec 7, 2010 21:36:44 GMT -5
Miss Fatale is locked down by Botanica and Prowl, and she blurts, "The Shai'Twon Wharf! She's tried to the Shai'Twon Wharf! Cheese, what's with you people, oughta be runnin' around wit' yer underwear out."
She clearly needs a hardboiled detective to set her straight.
Bambi just transforms up to robot mode and stars to write down some notes on the whole affair in her notebook. If she's going to die in a few days, she had better get some dang good notes, is all she's saying. Bambi mutters to herself, "Maybe can get in glorious combat with space Nazis. That probably good way for death." She doesn't even know if space Nazis exist. Probably not. What's an adventurer to do? Space Communists just aren't the same.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 7, 2010 22:14:26 GMT -5
Needlenose looks towards Shockwave and shrugs. "Whatever you say, Lord Shockwave," he says as he leaps to the air, transforming and stuffing his guns in his cockpit. Unlike Cannonball and Swindle, he's experiencing more relief than disappointment - the whole crazy energy bird thing was a prime moment for one of the present big wigs to suddenly go insane, and next thing you know, you've got an ultra-powerful arcane-energy-fueled leader firing bolts of dark force at you. Any mystic artifact night that doesn't end that way is a pretty good one in Needlenose's book.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 7, 2010 22:22:25 GMT -5
Though Rodimus slowly turns to focus his attention on the others, particularly those dealing with Miss Fatale, it is very obvious that he remains in something of a daze. He doesn't answer Shockwave's parting remarks. He finds the words won't come to him. But there are more immediate concerns, even if they feel so very... very distant and small.
"Prowl1, head to the Shai'Twon Wharf and get Mrs. Brigadoon to safety. The rest of you, it's time we returned to the Event Horizon. Botanica, I need you and Perceptor to finish working on that cure for Bambi."
He transforms, opening the door to his trailer so that both Bambi and Botanica can climb aboard. "It's time to go home."
1 This may be, 'Prowl, Oracle' or just 'Prowl.' Oracle's player was not on hand to ask if she wanted to be included in this. Either way, the rescue of Mrs Brigadoon can be assumed to happen off-screen.
OOC: Looks like the thread is moving to a wrap. This will probably be Rodimus's last post to it.
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