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Post by Needlenose on Nov 17, 2010 11:28:42 GMT -5
// We can indeed! // Needlenose answers cheerfully. // In fact, the only reason I even bothered to tell him is so that he won't suspect us when he gets them. Mind, I was still telling the truth.// In other words, if it weren't for their testing, Needlenose would have let him deal with a bunch of virus-cleaner-induced nightmares without bother to warn him.
He reaches over and, unless prevented, removes Oil Slick's helmet, flips open a panel on the side of the chemist's head, and suddenly, for the chemist, all goes black.
OOC: We're switching up the 'format' for this thread, and there are a few things that need to be worked out with folks, so there may be a brief scene-delay.
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 18, 2010 1:29:00 GMT -5
Oil Slick allows the helmet removal because...well, he can't move, and this is needed to get him back in action.
Then darkness.
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Oil Slick wakes up hazy-headed, stumbling up and leaning against...a building? Where is he?
A few moments pass, and while his vision clears up some, it never fully does - but he can tell he's on Pz-Zazz, at night. Some deserted area, but he knows he needs to run.
He's got spiders after him. So Oil Slick transforms, and tears off down an alleyway.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Nov 20, 2010 20:45:51 GMT -5
Spiders. Why does it always have to be spiders?
Because we don't have anyone who turns into a snake.
"Run, run as fast as you can," Blackarachnia singsongs as she walks out from between two buildings, "It will only make your end that much more savory a feast."
She looks up and frowns. Why did she have to get paired with that annoying other spider?
//He's heading toward <coordinates>. Are you in position to ambush, or no?//
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Post by Tarantulas on Nov 21, 2010 0:12:29 GMT -5
//Of course I'm in a position to ambush,// Tarantulas transmits back. //I was made to ambush.//
He is, in fact, hanging from a thread just around the corner from Oil Slick. Once the cycleformer enters the alleyway, he'll see a huge shadow with lots of legs on the wall ahead of him, and hear lots of cackling to go along with it.
"Yes, do get those fluids pumping, Oil Slick!"
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Post by Spinister on Nov 21, 2010 1:48:23 GMT -5
OOC: Spinister is skippable. He'll interject, now and then, but for the most part, Oil Slick gets to play out his nightmares without comment.
Spinister settles in to watch the monitor showing Oil Slick's directed nightmares and beams up at Needlenose briefly. What luck had they, Perceptor messing up their potential recruit, such that they could then mess with him even further!
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Post by Needlenose on Nov 21, 2010 13:34:06 GMT -5
Needlenose beams back at Spinister, settling in next to him. He pauses a moment, tilts his head, and comments, "You know, I could go for some energon goodies right about now. You up for any?"
OOC: Needlenose is likewise skippable. It can be assumed that any energon-goodie fetching happens off-screen.
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 23, 2010 22:02:53 GMT -5
Oil Slick skids and turns, transforming. "Leave me be, you bestial abominations - I've done nothing wrong! I've been set up!"
He steps back, and pitches a vial in Blackarachnia's direction - the container shatters, and the chemical inside quickly expands into a smokescreen once it touches the air. The chemist turns to run into the alley, and pauses at the shadow and cackle...
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Post by Tasha Walker on Nov 24, 2010 0:57:28 GMT -5
"Abomination!" Blackarachnia screeches, "Says the walking chemical dump! I'll string you up by your thumbs!"
She doesn't rush headlong into the smoke though. That would be stupid. Instead, she slinks along the wall, clinging to it as she tries to slide up behind Oil Slick.
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Post by Tarantulas on Nov 24, 2010 18:57:38 GMT -5
Way to stop right under Tarantulas, Oil Slick. The spider drops onto Oil Slick's shoulders with a shouted "Surprise!" and a laugh. If the chemist can't shake him off or otherwise get rid of him, Tarantulas will be sinking his fangs in and injecting him with cybervenom shortly. Sometimes the simple pleasures are the best.
OOC: Dropping okay'd with Oil Slick's player.
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 25, 2010 19:09:38 GMT -5
Oil Slick wobbles as he's dropped on. An uninvited guest!
How handy it is that Tarantulas' location won't impede transformation! So, Oil Slick transforms, tearing off down the alley that Tarantulas was in, swerving violently to try and shake off the spider. He should probably leave a trap for Blackarachnia, but he's too concerned with the smaller arachnid at the moment.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Nov 28, 2010 22:59:48 GMT -5
Clearing the smoke just in time to see the motorcycle- both of them- go tearing off, Blackarachnia laughs softly to herself. Such fun.
She sends a grapple line up to snag a rooftop, shimmies up, then starts running across the roofline.
//We need to take him off those wheels. Try and steer him toward <coordinates>. I have a surprise for our over-ambitious chemist.//
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Post by Tarantulas on Nov 28, 2010 23:14:23 GMT -5
//Steer him?! I'm just trying to hold on!// Tarantulas transmits back, clinging to the wildly swerving motorcycle. Fortunately, he has a lot of legs to cling with, enough that he has a pair left over to place on Oil Slick's handlebars to try and direct him toward the coordinates Blackarachnia indicated. He isn't entirely sure if Oil Slick works that way. (Though maybe he does in his nightmares.)
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 29, 2010 22:01:45 GMT -5
As it is a nightmare, Tarantulas' steering attempt causes Oil Slick to fishtail even more, and eventually he goes into a series of flips, crashing down the alley until he lands, battered among some trash cans.
He groans, transforming and then holding his head-dome. That's going to hurt in the morning...
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 3, 2010 17:44:39 GMT -5
No, Oil Slick. It is going to hurt right now. It's a dead end alley the motorcycle has driven into, nothing but more trash cans and a large overflowing dumpster at the far end. No doors or windows either; they're all bricked or boarded up. //Get clear.// Blackarachnia transmits to Tarantulas, moments before a a small spherical object comes fling toward the fallen Oil Slick's chest.... OOC: Oil Slick, need to catch up w/ you via IM or PM about what will happen when the object hits. So you can decide if it hits you or not.
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 3, 2010 22:50:55 GMT -5
Tarantulas shouts "Oh no!" and manages to jump clear of Oil Slick just before he crashes. The spider lands on a wall and scuttles up it, hopefully out of the way of whatever it is Blackarachnia is throwing around.
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