Tasha Walker
Minor
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 25, 2010 23:31:24 GMT -5
Day 17 Ship Open to 'Cons
Blackarachnia's heels tap a staccato beat on the metal floor of Ship's hallways as she stalks next to Scourge. She'd scrammed out of Medical as soon as she woke up, and it had been... pleasant to find the big black tanker on his way to check on her. There had been no welcoming embrace, no cuddles of comfort. Merely an exchange of welfare inquires. It was a pleasant surprise, surely. Not a pleasant enough surprise to turn her mood from murderous, but certainly enough to keep her from bolting off this godforsaken ship and away from her shame.
Twice now, she'd been taken down so easily. Twice! She still doesn't understand what happened. She's on her way to the sim room to try and recreate the problem under controlled conditions. Scourge simply decided to accompany her, for whatever reason.
"I tell you, it doesn't make sense. She didn't have any active downloads when I jacked in. It takes a huge number of upgrades to cause a cascade failure like that. I have to figure out what happened!"
posing of Scourge done w/ permission
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Post by Sable Conolly on Dec 26, 2010 0:03:19 GMT -5
Good boyfriends are supposed to get concerned when their girlfriends are injured! Scourge just agreed to date her the other day, and Shockwave gave him a bunch of confusing books and videos when he asked for the Seekers and the Insecticons, but dangit, Scourge is trying.
He puts one arm behind his head and pulls on his wrist with his other arm, stretching, and he speculates, "So, you downloaded the power to download while she was downloading the power to download? I think... you might have had a recursive loop there."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 26, 2010 23:09:10 GMT -5
"Thought about that," she replies," "Still doesn't entirely fit. I wasn't actively pulling downloads; it was just a passive connection, a way to knock her out, though I was still able to flip through the floppy disk catalog so to speak. She actively downloaded though, then stabbed me."
Shaking her head, Blackarachnia continues, "I think what happened is that she didn't stop pulling one download before she initiated the other by stabbing me. It was more like a three-point circuit, and a switch got thrown out of order. I need to run some tests."
She shivers and hugs her arms to her chest. She isn't cold. She's been having odd tingles throughout her systems since she woke up, but her diagnostics aren't showing anything abnormal.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Dec 27, 2010 8:59:58 GMT -5
Assault walks through the corridors almost blindly, most of his attention focused on the datapad in his hand, the other tapping away at it almost non-stop, only pausing to rub his chin in thought. But he keeps alert enough to dodge others and mutter a quick greeting. Of course, when he notices that Blackarachnia and Scourge are walking together, the datapad suddenly becomes a lot less interesting.
He walks after the pair, waiting for the lady to finish speaking before nodding and giving a salute, a small, friendly smile on his features. "Good day Lord Scourge, milady Blackarachnia."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Dec 27, 2010 11:33:09 GMT -5
"Mmm, it's a good thing you're a science officer. You'll be able to check over our own troops and see who might have too many modifications for you to handle-" Scourge starts to muse to Blackarachnia, somewhat wondering if he falls into that category, even if he hadn't already scared her off with talk of his part-human spark. He wonders, does Sky-Byte have a part-shark spark, then? Would explain why that ninny's such a fish-brain!
Oh, it's a blue Seeker. Which blue Seeker is it, though? It's not Skystrike - no canards. Not Duskwing. No purple. The little bits of green can only mean - "At ease, Assault." Scourge salutes back to release the Seeker.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 28, 2010 13:49:28 GMT -5
"I'm not your lady," Blackarachnia retorts. She actually moves a step closer to Scourge before she realizes it. Rather than call more attention to the movement, she simply remains near the big black tanker. Assault is her roommate, she doesn't fancy jets, and she doesn't (yet) hold any rank here. No reason to be niceor formal to him, and she isn't in the mood to play the seductress game right now.
"I've already done that," she says to Scourge, "Though I'll be staying away from the ones with Nebulans and the combiners for other reasons, no one here should really give me trouble. I'd be leery of Shockwave, because his ability could be disastrous if handled poorly, but even you with your... unique heritage don't have enough to cause a failure like that. Now, if Lockdown shows up, we'd have an issue." Actually, we'd have a subscription, but that's a whole 'nother ball of wax.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Dec 29, 2010 8:27:57 GMT -5
When Scourge says 'at ease' the Seeker turns to Blackarachnia, chuckling as he bows his head. "Oh, I realize. It is merely a figure speech." Interesting reaction there as well.
Normally, Assault would have stayed quiet and went about his way again; but what Blackarachnia says about combiners gets his attention. There were none in his reality, not yet anyways (and if there were he didn't know about them), but the idea of it has always been...Fascinating. But... "Pardon me for interrupting, Blackarachnia, but there are no combiners on board, are there? Well, aside from the already present components, such as the Constructicons, Dead End and Brawl."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Dec 30, 2010 13:09:56 GMT -5
Blackarachnia is quick to say she's not Assault's lady, and yet, she moves closer to Scourge when she says it. Scourge isn't sure what to make of that. He stays his ground, neither retreating nor advancing.
Scourge sounds mildly surprised, "You can handle a plasma gun, shoulder lasers, shoulder missiles, a Sword of Fury, ten more missile launchers, two rocket launchers, a disc launcher, your own mini base, waterproofing, and enhanced strength, firepower, durability, and reflexes?" And that's not all Scourge has! He has to shout if he wants to hurt people! It's annoying. He can also read floppy discs just by looking at them, and he can detect O-Parts! Not that any seem to be here, so it is kind of pointless, but still.
"Hmm. Lockdown must be an interesting fellow."
Assault gets a bit of an odd look as he starts going on about combiners.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 30, 2010 19:57:55 GMT -5
Shrugging, she answers Scourge, "Some of that is passive, and I don't even have to filter it. Some of it, I really don't think is transferable. Though I have to say, I do fancy that sword of yours." Blackarachnia smirks a bit and reaches up to lightly chuck Scourge under the chin.
Turning her attention to Assault, "Right, they are combiner components, they still have the combiner programming and after affects, and I've had more than enough of other minds rummaging through my own thank you very much."
She scowls and studies the fingertips of the hand that touched Scourge. Something... odd just happened. Maybe she should run another diagnostic.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Jan 1, 2011 12:29:01 GMT -5
Blackarachnia's comment gets a frown, but he says nothing else. He does ponder it, though. Could she perhaps...? An interesting possibility.
Oh, right, he had something that he wanted to talk about with his roommate. He puts some extra haste in his step so he can walk besides the pair, digging out a different pad and showing it to the spider. "Ah, would you perhaps be so kind to look over these schematics sometime, Blackarachnia? I could use your opinion on the calculations."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 1, 2011 13:43:07 GMT -5
Scourge doesn't show any fear when Blackarachnia touches him - that was just her hand, not her stinger, anyway. He doesn't get the innuendo of her desire to take up sword-handling and replies entirely innocently, "I one-hand mine a lot, but for you, I think it's big enough that you'd have to two-hand it. I can show you later, if you'd like."
He's already the black Optimus Prime repaint to Ultra Magnus's white Optimus Prime repaint; may as well teach people the path of angrily stabbing while Ultra Magnus teaches Diffusion.
Scourge casts Blackarachnia a glance when she scowls - what's wrong with her now? He asks Assault flatly, "Do you always ask schematic questions in the hallway?"
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 1, 2011 20:47:22 GMT -5
Scourge's witty and also innuendo-laced comment garners a raised browridge and a smirk from Blackarachnia. Somehow, she doubts the tanker realizes what he just said.
"I am always up for any lessons you'd like to teach me," she replies, "One would be a fool not to realize the singular value of such a expert instruction. Maybe I can return the favor and teach you a thing or two as well."
She would be perfectly willing to continue her walk with Scourge, but now Assault is shoving a datapad in her face. Given that she is already in a bad mood, the Seeker's pushiness earns him a much less pleasant reaction than he likely expected.
She twist into the him, one hand going to his throat, the other to his chest as she slams him back into the corridor wall.
"Why is it that all you jets are so damned self-centered and oblivious- oh!"
Abruptly, Blackarachnia backs away from both of them, staring down at her hands in horror.
OOC: manhandling of Assault with permission. Also, Assault, you can probably tell someone just jacked into your systems and rifled through them.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Jan 1, 2011 21:50:48 GMT -5
Now it's Assault time to give Scourge a rather perplexed look, one that looks like it was penciled by the 'great' Pat Lee himself.
But then, Blackarachnia responds in a rather unexpected way. The jet would have simply glared at her and snapped something back, but..It isn't that simple. His optics go wide open and he draws in a deep gasp, sensing her reaching further then his armor... Once she drops him he gasps sharply and backs up along the wall, his optics flaring with panic as he draws out his rifle and aims it at her, but for the first time in his life it's shaking. "W-what did you do, you witch!?"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 1, 2011 22:23:39 GMT -5
Scourge wonders if Blackarachnia's anger problems are as bad as his own or if she just really hates jets. Maybe jets are her sharks. Together, they can hate all of West Side Story.
He tilts his head, wondering if he needs to break up the fight, but no one seems to be on the verge of dying. So he just puts one hand on his hip and explains coolly, "Blackarachnia's been having some problems with one of her special abilities. Looks like you just volunteered to help her with testing."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 1, 2011 23:40:50 GMT -5
Scourge would probably be really upset with Blackarachnia if he realized she wasn't even registering the threat of Assault's gun right now. She is still staring at her hands.
"No, that isn't right. It hasn't worked like that since..." Frantically, she starts running through scripts and code, matching up logs and backups to current settings. No. Nonononono, that can't be what happened.
"Scourge," she says, voice strained, "Put your hand on my shoulder please, but not for longer than two minutes."
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