Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Dec 4, 2010 16:02:09 GMT -5
The object hits, and a blue energy bubble appears around Oil Slick, and it starts to constrict.
Oil Slick tries to push against it, but it would appear that he's not strong enough to resist it!
It appears to be some manner of energy construct, so there's no chance of using corrosives to get out. The chemist appears to space out, mentally rifling through what chemicals he has, looking for something to use to turn this situation around...
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Tasha Walker
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 5, 2010 0:04:03 GMT -5
Laughing softly, Blackarachnia saunters out of the shadows and leans against the alley wall.
"Surely this it can't be this easy? I thought he was supposed to be dangerous."
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 5, 2010 19:22:05 GMT -5
"There's dangerous and then there's dangerous, Blackarachnia," Tarantulas responds, crawling back down the wall and somersaulting to the ground to land in robot mode. "We should kill him now, before he has a chance to try anything" he says, optic band narrowing.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Dec 6, 2010 5:01:50 GMT -5
Thankfully, Oil Slick is not claustrophobic - or else he'd be in a bigger pickle than he is.
Finally, an idea hits him - perhaps if he can fill the bubble up with something to resist it, he can break it! So a chemical reaction is needed to produce a reaction that can fill the bubble with enough by-products to make it shatter. Unfortunately, Oil Slick has never been to Earth, so he can't use Diet Coke and Mentos. However, sodium bicarbonate and acetic acid produce a similar reaction!
Oil Slick's hands transform into what appear to be large vents - one dumps out the sodium bicarbonate, the other the acetic acid. The bubble shield begins to fill with salt and water as a result - and the most important part, carbon dioxide! The pressure inside the shield intensifies for a bit until it gives out, and shatters. "Think that might have blown off part of my browridge..." he mumbles, then hears Tarantulas.
Oil Slick converts one vent back into a hand. "I will not go down without a fight, Tarantulas! I will prove my innocence, and your guilt!" he snaps, glaring at the smaller spider. His other dispenser-hand points at Blackarachnia, and a gas shoots out, enveloping her in a cloud of neurotoxin. "Thanks to the samples you paid me with, I can pay you back for your hostility. Paralysis should set in momentarily..."
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OOC: Both breaking Blackarachnia's toy and gassing her okay'd with player.
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Tasha Walker
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 7, 2010 12:23:11 GMT -5
"I thought we were just supposed to capture him," Blackarachnia begins, frowning. At Oil Slick's pops her bubble, she stiffens, ready to leap, but hesitates.
"Wait, his guilt... what-"
No more words now, as she's enveloped in Oil Slick's custom-designed toxin. Blackarachnia collapses, coughing and twitching as ever motor relay in her body twitches and spasms, slowly and painfully locking up.
She can feel the functions which keep her spark stable starting to fail, and she can't even manage a wordless wail of pain and protest before her eyes go dark.
That's the problem with being a technorganic mix. You can't always predict reactions to such things.
OOC: skippable due to being dead.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 7, 2010 15:22:38 GMT -5
Needlenose, watching on the 3-D terminal, pops an energon goodie into his mouth. "Oh, smart thinking on Oil Slick's part, attempting to immobilize the witness so that he has someone to prove his case to."
The edges of his optics crinkle in a way that suggests a cruel smile, and his antenna lay back slightly. "Too bad that didn't work out, hmm?" It's entirely possible that it didn't work out because Needlenose has further manipulated the scenario. "That should put a bit more pressure on him... make what comes next a bit more interesting, you think?"
OOC: Still skippable.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 7, 2010 21:04:14 GMT -5
"Now why'd you have to go and kill her?" Tarantulas asks. He just can't seem to hold on to a Blackarachnia. "No matter," he answers himself, drawing his blaster and firing two shots, covering Oil Slick's hands in stasis webbing.
And now, being Tarantulas and thinking he has his opponent at a disarmed, he monologues. "We could have been partners, Oil Slick. Everything was going perfectly until you stumbled onto my little . . . project. I would have been free of this wretched reality, but you had to go and mess everything up!" The spider laughs, shouldering his gun. "Of course, I'm smarter than you, naturally, so pinning the whole affair on you was no problem. And now that your precious built-in chemical dispensers are disabled, you're just an oversized buffet of mech fluid on the hoof. I think I'll take my time," he says menacingly, optic visor narrowing as he lowers his weapon at the chemist again.
OOC: Double attack (and auto-hit) okay'd with Oil Slick's player.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Dec 8, 2010 1:18:37 GMT -5
Oil Slick lets Tarantulas have his little moment of gloating in silence. The best time to take enemies off guard is when they're wallowing in their self-confidence. Even if his hands feel a little numb.
"You were working on a project that could have been beneficial to the lot of us, and hoarded it away for yourself," the chemist starts, snapping the webbing apart, and transforming the one dispenser back into a hand. A vial is produced from subspace in said hand. "If you will not use your gifts for the cause, and instead focus on serving yourself, then your usefulness is at an end. Though I have to wonder what strings you're pulling to manage to convince command that I had the capability of causing us to escape this wretched universe..."
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 9, 2010 20:44:08 GMT -5
Tarantulas only hoarded his interuniversal portal to himself because it would have required killing a bunch of Decepticons to make it work, which totally makes sense in a dream. Also he's a jerk.
The webbing isn't holding Oil Slick. Scrap. "I guess you'll just never know," he taunts, flipping over into cycle mode and accelerating quickly in an attempt to escape.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Dec 13, 2010 23:49:00 GMT -5
Oil Slick frowns, then accelerates after Tarantulas. (Nice advantage to having treads on your feet.) Drawing out a pair of vials from subspace, Oil Slick tosses them ahead of the mini-cycle, creating...well, an Oil Slick.
"I will find out. I can make you sing in so many ways."
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 15, 2010 21:23:20 GMT -5
Tarantulas tries to brake and retract his wheels before he hits the oil slick, but he's not fast enough. He goes skidding and crashes into a wall, landing in a heap in another group of the trash cans that this alley seems to have in endless supply.
He rights himself, and attempts to flee up the wall, scuttling as fast as all eight legs can carry him and muttering curses all the way. Of course, given the length of Tarantulas's stride compared to the length of Oil Slick's arms, this may backfire.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Dec 19, 2010 1:25:28 GMT -5
And backfire it will, as Oil Slick clears the oil with a small jump. He thrusts his hand forward, embedding fingers in the wall above.
"Going to be the hard way, I take it?"
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 19, 2010 20:10:53 GMT -5
"Is it ever any other way?" Tarantulas asks, leaping up to try and latch onto Oil Slick's fingers and sink his fangs in.
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Post by Spinister on Dec 21, 2010 20:28:27 GMT -5
Spinister reaches over and tries to feed Needlenose an energon goodie, nodding.
He observes, "Oil Slick's very reliant on his chemicals. Not necessarily a bad thing..."
Take away Spinister's guns, and all he can do is turn invisible and sneak away.
OOC: Still skippable.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Dec 25, 2010 18:45:09 GMT -5
Tarantulas does bite, and shoots Oil Slick's finger up with some venom. The chemist grabs the spider with his other hand, frowning at him. "Going to take more than that - you think I would work with three spiders and not look into how to prevent the effects of venom?"
However, dream logic is fuzzier than a dumpster full of Tribbles. Oil Slick's fingers on the bitten hand turn into articulated stacks of donuts.
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OOC: Grabbing and posing of Tarantulas done with player permission.
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