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 Jan 29, 2011 19:45:58 GMT -5
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As the spider and the demolitionist tumble along the side of the EH. Blackarachnia transforms mid-tumble and manages to clamp her claws into metal, leaving long marks on the ship's surface. Once she rights herself, she tries to leap on the smaller mech.
//Should have stayed inside, Shorty,// she says on short range general.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 30, 2011 13:13:40 GMT -5
While Blackarachnia brings herself to a halt, Whirligig keeps floating past her until the web still attached to him goes taut and swings him towards the surface of the ship1. Twisting about so that he touches down with his feet, he uses his thrusters to cushion the impact, then pushes off again as Blackarachnia leaps for him, the thrusters giving him additional 'height'.
//Should've stayed in gravity, chicky-boo!// Whirligig answers back.
1: I... cannot for the life of me figure out if this is what should happen in this situation or not. If anyone knows better, I'll change it.
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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 Feb 4, 2011 23:34:00 GMT -5
Blackarachnia glides just under Whirligig's feet in traditional slow-mo space movie style. Ugh. She hates this.
She twists so that she's facing up and back toward Whirligig. Another webline shoots down and anchors her to the hull again at the same time she lets go the line which ties her to Whirligig.
//You know, you're right,// she says as she tugs herself back down to the ship. A small disk appears in her hand, and she slaps it down on the hull. It starts to blink rapidly as she throws herself behind a convenient protrusion.
//Think I'll take your advice!//
BOOM!!!!![/b]
OOC: Admin permission given to blow a hole in the EH's hull. This will not be a ship-incapacitating hole.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Feb 5, 2011 23:19:51 GMT -5
Swinging his arms, Whirligig spins his body around his frontal axis to face Blackarchnia, once again relatively upside down, just in time to see her slap something against the hull. His head says 'Explosive? Explosive! Pretty pretty pretty-!'. His radio says, //Hey wait, no-!//
And then all of him says //Wheeeheehee!// as the charge detonates and the resultant explosion sends him flying away from the ship at a decent clip. What can he say, explosions always make him giddy, even at the most inappropriate times.
Kicking his thrusters into gear, he halts his flight away from the ship and begins accelerating back towards it. //Oi, Legs-a-lot! How'd you like if I blew holes in your ship? I know I'd love to!//
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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 Feb 9, 2011 18:19:02 GMT -5
//I bet you would, but we aren't on my ship right now,// Blackarachnia retorts as she makes her way to the new hole in the hull.
//Sorry to dance and dash, baby, but I've places to go, people to sting.//
She flips down into the ship and out of thread.
OOC: off to harass some Primes.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Feb 9, 2011 21:33:30 GMT -5
By the time Whirligig touches down on the Event Horizon, his dance partner is long gone. Standing arms akimbo with his thrusters keeping him on the hull, he pouts. //Now that's just rude!//
But there are other stars in the sky for him to visit, and the tantalizing possibility of demolition charges he might be able to get his hands on. So, kicking off into space, he transforms and heads back to the action.
OOC: Out of thread.
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