Ultra Magnus
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Disappointing Fellow Autobots Since the Age of Internment
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Jan 21, 2011 11:32:16 GMT -5
The topic under discussion is not an easy one for Ultra Magnus; even as he commiserates, even as he feels justified in all his millennia of bitterness and resentment, he's disgusted with himself. The loyal brother still, somewhere in this shell, and the refutation of his sibling and leader stings even as it soothes his conscience to know he isn't the only one who feels that way. His hands ratchet tighter, balling into fists on the tabletop, the longer he dwells on his conflicting emotions.
He shoves away from the table without warning and stands, stiffly, back ramrod-straight.
"I'm going to see if they have anything stronger," is his only explanation before he makes his way to the bar with a heavy stride.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jan 24, 2011 14:00:50 GMT -5
"Hrn. Call me a fool and a chump all ya want, but I ain't dead, am I?" Guzzle kicks back with an ever increasing dose of smugness fueling him, but that deflates a bit when first Impactor slams his glass down and then Ultra Magnus declaring rather loudly that he needs something heavier. He shifts so he ends up sitting upright again, one optic ridge quirked up as he looks in between the two, before letting his gaze settle on Springer. "Feh. You gonna finish ruinin' the mood?"
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Skyfire
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I'm a scientist, not a....
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Post by Skyfire on Jan 24, 2011 21:01:20 GMT -5
Somehow Skyfire ended up with two glasses of Benzedrine Dark. People are going to be making jokes about his two-fisted drinking habit if he keeps this up. As it is, he really does have a hollow legfuel tank.
He pushes the extra glass over to Guzzle. "If you've learned to survive the odds, does it matter what you call them?"
Still skippable
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Post by Springer on Jan 30, 2011 13:50:32 GMT -5
Springer chuckles a bit at Impactor. "And that's where you and my Impactor - and myself - differ..." he says, shaking his head. "What was it I said on Varas Centralus? 'Of course it's a lost cause! That's why we're here!' Man..." Springer frowns, taking a drink. "If Prime hadn't pulled us out of there, THAT would've been a much better story to tell. 'Cons had went Phase Six, gunfire all over, then I get a call..."
Then Impactor and Magnus go quiet, and Guzzle's busting his chops. He gives the dwarfbot an indignant look. "Well, scrap. You guys demand a story, I give a story. Beggars can't be choosers! I never was good at the whole story thing, anyway - I'm not Kup!"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jan 30, 2011 23:42:24 GMT -5
Oh, sure, Guzzle and Skyfire. Rub it in, why don't you? Impactor takes a moment to glare at the both of them, then grunts. "Guess I'm up for a bit more these days," he grumbles, then studies Springer with a frown as he brings up the other Impactor.
An expression that might be a smile but looks more like a sneer pulls at the right corner of his mouth. "Your Impactor... y'mean the one you think so highly of that you pulled your gun on me when we arrived?"
Then he shakes his head and shrugs. "Eh. I guess it's one thing when its the troops' choice." Though it took some convincing, he was eventually willing to lead the Wreckers into what he believed to be a suicide mission - but only the volunteers.
Turned out, he was the only one who died.
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Ultra Magnus
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Disappointing Fellow Autobots Since the Age of Internment
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Feb 2, 2011 14:30:33 GMT -5
Ultra Magnus returns at length with an entire carafe of something, a volatile bright blue shot through with whorls of brilliant yellow-green that move as if under their own convective forces. In his other hand is an empty glass and he pours himself a drink even before he sits down. He quaffs the entire thing before looking at anyone, expression deliberately neutral but gaze morose.
"Where were we?" he asks. He doesn't look as if he plans on sharing his prize and depending on what the other Wreckers think of the powerfully astringent aroma it gives off – those are visible, faintly luminescent fumes rising from its surface – that may be a good thing.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Feb 3, 2011 9:35:23 GMT -5
"Heh, yea. Survivin' impossible odds sounds better than survivin' difficult odds." Guzzle flashes Jetfire a grin, one that isn't just cocky, but is also grateful for the drink he offered.
But then his good mood is brought down by Springer and Impactor getting their cranky on. His optics narrow, just a tiny bit annoyed, but he keeps his yap shut. If only because his attention is drawn by Ultra Magnus and what he's carrying! He just stares at it and even rears back when he sees the fumes coming off it. "Are...Magnus, ya sure it's safe to drink that stuff?"
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Post by Springer on Feb 5, 2011 17:55:39 GMT -5
Springer scowls at Impactor. "I think highly of him from when I first knew him - and some of his methods. However, things he did later on in life, not so much."
Then Magnus provides a handy distraction. He makes a face as he gets a whiff of whatever Magnus has. "You trying to get wasted, or clean all the gunk out? Just the smell of that seems like it could take paint off..."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 5, 2011 22:16:09 GMT -5
Impactor's smirk doesn't go anywhere at Springer's scowl or his reply.
"Ah, right. That explains everything," he snickers before finishing his current drink. He then gives Guzzle and Springer a puzzled frown at their reactions to Magnus's drink. "What in the pit are you two talking about?" he demands. "I don't smell anything!"
It's entirely possible that, as drunk as he is, Impactor is forgetting that a dulled sense of taste means a dulled sense of smell, too, so he is a lot less likely to smell anything.
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Ultra Magnus
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Disappointing Fellow Autobots Since the Age of Internment
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Feb 6, 2011 20:58:55 GMT -5
Magnus looks first at Guzzle, then at Springer. For a moment, his gaze is unfocused, but not because of the drink – he still looks grim, worn-down, pensive, as if not quite seeing either of them. It fades somewhat once he blinks.
"Yes," he answers them both vaguely, waving his nearly empty glass so that the dregs slosh around. The drops that spatter across the tabletop crackle like water on hot metal. "Yes I am." And he refills his glass only to pause with it halfway to his mouth. He looks at Impactor, deadly serious, over the rim. "Be glad," he says. And then he downs this glass just like he did the last one.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Feb 7, 2011 17:20:10 GMT -5
Guzzle just stares at Ultra Magnus as he actually flushes that swill down his systems. Is he really seeing this right? There are no Decepticons who hacked his optics to receive fabricated images, right? Because what's happening in front of him sure as hell shouldn't be possible! "How are you not explodin' into a million pieces!?" He simply asks, his voice baffled, optics bright and wide, unable to take them off Magnus.
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Post by Springer on Feb 9, 2011 16:07:03 GMT -5
Springer gives Impactor a Look™. "Ain't something I wanna discuss out in the open like this."
And then Magnus takes down more of the colorful stuff. Springer makes a a face - namely, his mouth stretches wide while closed, and his eyes widen. "...ah, well, whatever floats your boat." He shrugs.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 9, 2011 21:54:35 GMT -5
Impactor shrugs his right shoulder, lifting his harpoon slightly at Springer's words. "Fair enough."
He looks around at everyone's reactions to Magnus and shakes his head. He then picks up his mug, brings it to his lips, and frowns when he sees that it's empty. How dare it! He slams it back on the table and then stands up, a touch unsteady.
"Don't see why you guys are making such a big deal of it. We're here to drink. If at least one person doesn't near poison 'emselves, we ain't trying hard enough." And with that, he stumbles off. Possibly, he'll be back.
OOC: Unless we're fading to general drinking, story-swapping, and whatevers?
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Ultra Magnus
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Disappointing Fellow Autobots Since the Age of Internment
Posts: 565
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Feb 10, 2011 3:20:23 GMT -5
"Hear, hear!" Magnus rumbles after Impactor in a pleasant tone grossly at odds with his still-somber expression. Clearly, this mystery drink is having a much more immediate effect than whatever it was he was nursing earlier. To Guzzle, he offers only a low snort and a half-hearted toast of sorts with his next glass – and the carafe is now about half-full – before he downs it in the same all-or-nothing fashion as the last. Odds are he'll pay for this later with anything from a pounding headache to repairs for his corroded fuel tank lining. Right now, all he cares is that it's making him numb enough to the past that he can try and enjoy now.
Or maybe it's just deadening his tactile relays. He isn't entirely certain.
OOC: Good with a fade unless there's something else particular we want to happen?
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Feb 11, 2011 8:53:07 GMT -5
"Feh. Impactor has a point." Though that doesn't stop him from giving Magnus a look that is halfway between horror and admiration. Still, Guzzle raises his own mug and meets the truck's toast. "Here's to you, Ultra Magnus, for having more guts then ours."
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ooc: I'm cool with a fade out.
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