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Post by Carolyn Blake on Dec 29, 2010 11:49:46 GMT -5
Clearly, Arcee's attacker did not expect the chickbot to tackle him. This is a thinner, less capable Cyclops who hasn't yet learned to rely on more than just his optic blasts.
And he still has a visor that comes off way to easily.
Arcee slams into Slim as another blast rips through her abdomen. They both go tumbling aft-over-teakettle into a support column, cracking it and causing what's left of the ceiling to sag dangerously.
Arcee comes out on top as a proper Action Girl should. She rolls off Slim, snatches him up by an arm and points him toward the nearest clump of attackers that don't contain her allies.
Then she snatches off Slim's visor.
OOC: Because really, that's like Cyclops's own trope, having his visor snatched off. It's like Velma losing her glasses.
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Post by SceneMod on Dec 29, 2010 19:46:44 GMT -5
Audrey V is fried and frizzled, but not yet finished. As she burns she releases her hold on Nightbeat to flail around some of her vines wildly and desperately while the rest focus on slamming into herself, trying (and failing) to pat out that fire. As she burns, the room fills with the scent of burnt cabbage, and while she's no longer going after Nightbeat in particular, that flailing creates a hazard of its own.
As it turns out there is a squishy type in what's left of the upper levels - though it's hard to tell what it is, as it catches fire, screaming and falling to the lower level. Not much of a danger to the Autobots, but at this point anything flammable in the building is at risk.
It would seem that Slim isn't the only one in the gang with eye-beams, as a large, round monstrosity with one large central eye and several smaller ones on stalks roars, firing a blast of some sort of energy at Nightbeat before it's knocked aside by one of Audrey's flailing limbs. The thing's off balance for no more than a moment, however... better act fast!
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Post by Nightbeat on Dec 30, 2010 19:50:14 GMT -5
There are entirely too many Atrocitans in here, Nightbeat decides. "We're going to run out of ammo before they run out of guys," he quips grimly, squeezing off a couple of shots at the orb of many eyes.
Then the crystalline being clubs him on the back of the head, and the world starts spinning.
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Post by Slugslinger on Jan 2, 2011 20:01:03 GMT -5
Slugslinger comes about to make another strafing run. Not because he's trying to help anyone in particular – really, he can't stand either party here. The Autobots for, well, being Autobots and the fleshies for shooting at him for no reason. He just picks the targets as they make themselves more visible, like the flaming, flailing whatever-it-is and the walking crystal statue that catches the firelight. He winds up another blast of his disruptor cannon aimed for the latter – the one that's on fire is better left to exacerbating the chaos – and possibly others behind it depending on its refraction factor when what can only be described as a firebird in karate pants opens fire on him, scattering searing-hot plasma pellets across his right wing and down that side.
"Blast it!" he hisses, spinning away. It puts the giant eyeball thing in his sights instead when he fires.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Jan 4, 2011 14:49:10 GMT -5
Still caught in pretty much helpless laughter, Jetfire is rather stuck, unable to do much more than flail blindly and try to smack at his own armor panels, trying to crush beetles. The fact that he's able to do so with even a small measure of success is... not really a good thing, truth be told, since he now has gooey beetle bits starting to clog his systems and short his circuits, and that's not even taking into account how the tiny beetles are still worming and crawling their way through all his systems, tripping odd commands and prompts along the way!
Jetfire freezes as he feels a familiar tingle start to static flare through his systems. He doesn't have enough power for a spacebridge right now! He didn't initiate those commands! What the slag is going on!?
The tangle of beetles tromping all over his spacebridge interface modules are completely unaware of the havoc they are causing as they tumble and twist and writhe, trying to find their way out of the maze of panels and armor and wires and conduits. Meanwhile, Jetfire howls with frustration as his circuits flare when hundreds of tiny, minute little spacebridges begin popping up all over - and INSIDE - him.
And beetles begin raining down across the wreckage of what has become their battlefield, as hundreds of little eruptions of blue static and ball lightning herald the disgorgement of the occupants of a multitude of tiny little spacebridges opening all over the neighborhood--
Including rather very far above it. Possibly even directly above and in front of a certain opportunity-taking-advantage-of Decepticon jet strafing the scene.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 6, 2011 18:36:24 GMT -5
Elsewhere, Emirate Xaaron is trying to run to the site of danger with a big box of doughnuts in his arms. This is a rough area, but there's this little doughnut shop, Sload-Eye Doughnuts, and there simply are no better doughnuts in this city.
Or so Emirate Xaaron has been told. He doesn't have any idea what they taste like.
A beetle falls out of the sky and skitters on top of the box. Emirate Xaaron subspaces the doughnuts and lets the beetle fall to the sidewalk. Strange. He keeps running.
OOC: Be there-there next round, perhaps?
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Jan 8, 2011 13:38:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, but we can't leave him," Arcee shouts, "And he's too damn well stuck- never mind too big- for us to just pick him up and run."
Maybe, maybe if they were fliers. But they aren't and no fliers answered Jetfire's distress call. In fact, only Xaaron acknowledged it, and that has Arcee... more than a little worried.
Man. If Xaaron gets in trouble again, Kup is gonna kill them.
"Jetfire! What the hell just happened?" she asks as beetles rain down upon the fighters.
She points Slim at the Beholder just as it begins to recover. They might have a spectacular eye beam clash!
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 8, 2011 20:30:19 GMT -5
Audrey V sets portions of the theater ablaze in her attempt to put herself out before she ends sprawled on the floor, twitching, still on fire, but no longer with enough strength or sense of self to battle the flames.
Slugslinger's shot hits the creature made of crystal. The blast reflects from plane to plane on the inside of the creature, splitting into multiple beams, bouncing again, until the thing is filled with a brilliant yellow-white light. And then, suddenly, yellow-white lasers burst from the crystal-beast in all directions, including back towards Slugslinger, as the creature itself draws back its fist to try to punch Nightbeat again!
(It might be a laser punch.)
Beetles! Beetles everywhere!
Not just beetles, either, as a swarm of angry bees is forced out of one of the side rooms by the spreading fire. One would think all the smoke would have calmed them, but these are GANG BEES, and so the fire only makes them angrier! The gang bees buzz furiously, darting as a single mass towards the nearest intruder... Jetfire!
The orb of many eyes is blasted in one of its eyes by Nightbeat's shot, causing the monster to roar in pain. It instinctively fires one of its side-beams, but that blast is met by Slim's! The two keep firing at each other, almost as if they're unable to stop, while the energy clash in the center grows brighter and brighter before bursting outward, splintering theater seats and shredding the remains of curtains (not to mention knocking the Beholder into the wall, slamming several bees into the ground or ceiling, and sending Mr. Crystal tumbling off his feet).
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 9, 2011 16:07:29 GMT -5
"Can you point eye-beam guy at whatever's got Jetfire pinned to slice through it?" Nightbeat shouts over the commotion, shaking his head to clear it. Okay, so she's pointing him at the beholder. That works too.
The detective catches the crystal entity's punch in his open palm and knees it in the groin before throwing his arm up in front of his visor as the room erupts with a burst of energy and beetles and bees start flying everywhere. He officially has no idea what the heck is going on anymore.
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Post by Slugslinger on Jan 12, 2011 12:52:47 GMT -5
That… is significantly more refraction than Slugslinger expected. The firebird in karate pants takes a hit full in the face and hits the floor – the basement floor, some five or six metres down. He won't be getting up again any time soon.
There are more beetles than Slugslinger expected, too – but he didn't expect any raining bugs. He accelerates through the sudden swarm and accelerates hard, rolling on his approach to evade as reflected laser fire comes winging his way. He levels out not far from the ruined, smoking building and, leering to himself, hits Mach 1 on his way over. It dislodges the last couple of stubborn bugs clinging to him at the very least, but his speed takes him well past the fight. Far enough to see a string of emergency vehicles, lights flashing, finally making their way to the scene.
"Ugh," he scoffs, braking to come about. "They're so slow!" Though it'll take him longer than a moment to fly back himself given how far he strayed. He should suck it up and drop in on this next pass.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 16, 2011 21:03:36 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping folks due to time out.
Emirate Xaaron swallows his pride and chases after one of the ambulances. He actually has a fairly strong sense of justice and fairness. General Traachon's disinterested deviousness and Flame's embezzling did not sit well with him! However, as much as he dislikes bribery, it is both legal and required in most parts of Pz-Zazz.
He makes a jump for the back end of the ambulance and offers, as the ambulance pulls up, "Sload-Eye Doughnuts, gentlemen? You see, I'm a lawyer, I've heard there are quite a few assault cases coming up soon!" He gives the paramedics a winning, reassuring grin - no, he's not crazy.
And that is when one of the Atrocitans, wearing a gaudy brightly plumed hat, who is a bit separated from the main swarming pack, clobbers Emirate Xaaron in the back with a gilded cane.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Jan 17, 2011 21:07:10 GMT -5
Bees? BEES!
Beetles are still randomly 'porting about with tiny eruptions of blue sparks and lightning, and now, the odd bee begins to join them, too.
"I don't care who does what," Jetfire bellows, still caught between the giggles of having hundreds of thousands of tiny little feet tickling his internals, and the agony of having his internals slowly ripped to bits by the rubble he's still thrashing about on. "Just SOMEONE DO SOMETHING! BLOODY FREAKING BEES!"
There's suddenly a loud SNAP, a searing, tearing, burning pain all throughout his midsection, and Jetfire is tumbling across the pile, leaving bits of himself strewn in his wake. Not to mention crushed beetles and bees, and their angrily buzzing, much livelier counterparts. Part of the girder he'd been speared on is still sticking through his body, welded in place by all the shorts the tears have caused, and even through the tangle of enraged bugs and bees, there's a sickening glow coming from where it pierces his internals.
"That'll leave a mark," he whimpers painfully as he flops, face down, into a softer looking pile of debris, crushing the giant Carrot-man in the process.
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 18, 2011 12:26:46 GMT -5
The crystal guy collapses, although whether it's from energy overload or the knee to the groin is unclear.
The beetles and bees don't bother to chase Slugslinger, as does nothing else at the fight - Mach 1 is a bit too fast for any of the gang fliers to keep up with.
Alas, poor carrot, we knew him... not at all, really.
At this point, while some of the thugs continue to menace the Autobots (never mind the bees and beetles everywhere), most are trying to get out of the area. Usually, it's not because of the far distant wail of the sirens (it's still too noisy inside the theater to hear them over the din, except in the case of a few with exceptional and discretionary hearing), but more because the fact that the building is on fire has already sunk in. Still, the panic of the rush out of the building can be just as problematic as the earlier rush towards the Autobots, and Emirate Xaaron, outside, still has his cane-wielding... colorfully dressed gang member to deal with!
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 18, 2011 18:40:36 GMT -5
Nightbeat has exceptional and discretionary hearing, and even he has trouble making out the sirens of the approaching emergency vehicles over all this commotion. He does, however, hear them. //Local authorities are on the way,// he transmits, punching a gunned-up slug with mechanical pants in the stomach on his way to retrieve Jetfire.
He tries to pick up the elder mech and sling him over his shoulder, but the huge jetformer is too heavy, so he has to settle for dragging him toward the door which is least on-fire. He at least manages to turn the poor guy face-up first, though.
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Post by Slugslinger on Jan 20, 2011 11:33:57 GMT -5
As Slugslinger comes back in at a slow cruise, it isn't the emergency vehicles or even the fleeing gangsters that draw his attention; it's a sudden flash outside the building, a there and gone again glimmer of foxfire offset from the other light sources. He eases into a hover to get a better look – and there it is again. Planes don't squint but Slugslinger gives it the old college try, zeroing in on that flicker. Reflected light, he realises, glinting off a very polished fellow being assaulted by a cane-wielding tough.
A very polished, gold- and silver-plated fellow.
"What the hell's an Autobot Councillor doing here?" Slugslinger mutters, for in his experience, robots in those specific colours are always Autobot Councillors. Avalon, for example; now there was an Autobot he could almost get to liking. Stupid but with a sleazy smile, a sensible outlook on life, and a thirst for power that made him easy for Alpha Quintesson to manipulate. Those were the days.
Not like now, when Slugslinger's immobility draws a good half the bee swarm his way. He pivots first, less worried about being stung than about the pests choking up his fans or his intakes, then transforms. He opens fire on the bugs with both electrostatic guns, targeting systems locking onto new bees the instant the first batch are hit, in a wide spread as he drops to the ground.
It's better than bug spray!
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