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 Jun 30, 2009 18:07:25 GMT -5
Semi-private for now, so please ask before popping in. May open up later. Set about a week after launch.
Shockwave had finally been forced to relinquish his super special rock collection well before the ship was completed. He had, however, insisted that provisions be made to allow a large portion of them to be brought along when they left. He was curious as to if their...let us call them powers of attraction would continue even after they left the planet's influence.
And so, they had been surrounded by an invisible electro-shielding, provided their own heavily fortified cell, and placed under constant watch.
It is among these rocks that a purple and black figure with a spider's bustle and golden stingers appears.
Blackarachnia's optics (all four) snap open and she surges to her feet, then sways as a wave of dizziness washes over her. This is not right...she wasn't...this does not appear to be where she was. The last thing she remembered was....
"Meltdown!" she snarls, leaping from the rocks, only to be knocked back by the shielding surrounding the rocks. Again, she finds that she is picking herself up of the ground, and this time she moves more cautiously, pacing around the pile of rocks in her cell.
"Where are you, you treacherous coward?" she hisses, watching the shadows carefully. This still seems very...wrong to her.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jun 30, 2009 23:08:01 GMT -5
Meltdown? Who is Meltdown? That's a very angry female in the holding area. Blackarachnia slinks away from her monitoring post over towards the cell to see what they caught.
Looking inside she spots a robot much taller than herself. No surprise there, but what is odd is that this robot is also a female that evidently turns into a spider. How many female spiders can there be?
Blackarachnia barely conceals her boredom as she drones. "Welcome to the Decepticons formerly of Gillnan III, you've found yourself here because of an unexplained phenomenon, name and latest time stamp, please."
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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 Jul 1, 2009 11:49:22 GMT -5
Blackarachnia's head snaps around at the approach of the other spider. She regards the small black and gold newcomer suspiciously.
"'Found my way here?' And I am supposed to believe that from you, who look way too much like me, after Meltdown attempted-" Did he succeed in some way? Is that what this creature is, some offshoot of myself? "-to split apart my organic and inorganic halves?"
Of course, she doesn't mention it was her plan. Except he broke the deal and tried to erase the wrong part.
She folds her arms across her chest, "Try again, Little Miss Muffett, because that-" she jabs a finger toward the symbol at the other spider's neck, -"is not a Decepticon sigil. Even a Dinobot wouldn't fall for that line. Though if you sprinkle Megatron's name through the spiel you'd have Lugnut hooked," she adds, with no small amount of contempt.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
Posts: 226
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 1, 2009 19:47:44 GMT -5
"Split?" Blackarachnia says, confused.
"And congratulations on working out this is not a Decepticon symbol." Blackarachnia taps her logo. "And that I'm not a duplicate of you. I thought the size difference, claws for hands, and completely different body type and colour scheme would have been a lock, but you saw through it. Look, this gets old quick, so shut up for a bit, okay?
"Whoever this Meltdown is, he's gone. Well, you're gone. various Transformers from different realities and times have been pulled from their home worlds into this one. We have a few questions to answer, get some basic security sorted, and you're free to go. So. Name and latest time stamp, please."
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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 Jul 1, 2009 20:22:04 GMT -5
"Hmph. I just thought you were one of Meltdown's mutant organic experiments, really, just another ugly little mess that got out of the cage." She smiles rather nastily, "But you have more than passing intelligence- and lack both drool and odor, so I suppose there may be some merit in what you say. On this business of reality shifting, I shall reserve judgment."
Truth is, it sounds like a whole lot of bunk to Blackarachia, but if it gets her out of the cage, she'll play along. Then the not-so-itsy spider will crawl away down the water spout.
"Blackarachnia. <Gives timestamp equivalent to right as Meltdown double crossed her>." She puts her hand on her hip, "Shall I dance and sing a ditty next?"
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
Posts: 226
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 1, 2009 20:50:58 GMT -5
"You're welcome to try and see if that helps you get out any sooner bu---wait. Did you just say Blackarachnia?" Blackarachnia's snark was interrupted by her own revelation. "What, does my name have some kind of cross-reality monopoly on techno-organic spider-modes?"
She sighs. "Well, I'm Blackarachnia too. At least, another one. From another reality."
//And if you don't believe me, try calling your own comlink frequency.//
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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 Jul 1, 2009 21:29:07 GMT -5
Blackarachnia visibly starts first when the trying little bint lays claim to her name, and secondly, when she here talk over her own frequency. She send a quick, //You've got to be kidding?// over the shared link...
That is highly unnerving.
"All right, all right! Fine! Alternate realities, multi-dimensional flypaper, whatever!" She throws up her hands, "Just stay out of my head!"
She starts to pace back and forth, hands clasped behind her back. "So, when do I get to meet whomever's in charge? Or does one have to do a set stint in purgatory before decending to hell?"
Because really? Forced close association with what is surely to be a ragtag bunch of Megatron devotees or wannabees is her own version of torture.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
Posts: 226
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 1, 2009 21:52:13 GMT -5
"Simmer down, sister." Blackarachnia says to her larger counterpart. "There aren't too many easy ways to do this, I found one that works so don't fault me on it. As for getting out of your head, that'll happen as soon as you get your own frequency. Sorry, but I've been using this one already."
"As for freedom, since you've calmed down a bit and are willing to listen to reason, there's no reason to keep you cooped up any furrther." Blackarachnia withdraws a key and approaches the cell door. She moves to put the key in---and pauses.
"Then again you did make that ugly remark before, didn't you?" And back the key goes.
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 1, 2009 23:13:36 GMT -5
"Hey, heeeeeey, what's with all the shouting I'm hearing?" Needlenose's voice can be heard before he can be seen, and that before the yellow-faced, white-eyed jet pokes his head out the doorway. Truthfully, Needlenose is doing his job. He heard something out of the norm in here, and as a Mayhem, he's supposed to look into out of the norm things. But if he comes in like a clown, odds are, he'll get underestimated, which suits him just fine.
Besides, his flamboyant behavior isn't all faked. People need to be reminded how faaaaaaaaabulous he is!
He steps in fully - compared with the Decepticons of Decepticon Blackarachnia's home reality, Needlenose is probably a bit on the short end, since his reality does make use of size changing - and leans against the inside doorway, arms crossed. Two humanoids in suits of armor follow in. One of them, a greasy sort of one, wolf-whistles. "Woah! The little hot chick comes in supersized form!" Oh, sure, they don't look exactly a lot, but the two have a certain level of design similarity. Greasy, aka Zigzag, leans towards the other one and grins. "Though I still like the convenient travel si-omf!"
He's interrupted as Sunbeam digs his elbow into the other man's midsection. "Duuuuuude. That is not how you treat a babe, no matter how bodacious. No wonder you can't never get laid!"
Needlenose sighs at his partners and looks down. "Are you two quite done?"
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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 Jul 2, 2009 10:57:13 GMT -5
"I've already rotated my frequency, and honey, you're now on the top of the Do Not Call list. Hey!" she exclaims when the smaller spider refuses to let her out, "Why you little mode-stealing b-" She breaks off as Needlenose the Faaaaabulous makes his entrance.
One set of eyes quirk up and she grimaces at the sight and sound of the two human-looking creatures with the gaudy jet, but she quickly hides her annoyance behind a more neutral expression. She's already managed to piss off the one holding the key. Let's not piss off someone who may be able to order her release. She moves as close to the edge of the shielding circling the rocks as she dares.
"Oh nothing's going on, we're just having a bit of a friendly chat. Some girl-to-girl bonding about webs, traps, cross-universal constants, and why she won't let me out even though I've answered the questions put to me." Expression: still neutral. Tone: biting. If he was near enough to hear the shouting, he was near enough to not be fooled by the meek damsel routine, so she isn't even bothering.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
Posts: 226
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 2, 2009 15:56:07 GMT -5
Blackarachnia fakes shock horror and hurt feelings! She's not going to be called by the sarcastic otherworldly counterpart?! Aw, I guess they're not going to be BFFs!
And then Needlenose comes in, with one of his obnoxious little tag-alongs calling her hot and the other Blackarachnia fat. Hee hee.
Not for the first time, Blackarachnia wonders if the Nebulans can fulfill their roles as Targetmasters whilst in a state of permanent paralysis. But besides that, she's happy to have Needlenose here. "I think she means why you don't offend the person who literally holds the key to your freedom," she sings. "But where are my manners? Needlenose, this is Blackarachnia. Blackarachnia, Needlenose."
But Blackarachnia isn't all bad--at least not when there's nothing to benefit from being bad. The point has been made. She opens the cell.
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 2, 2009 22:00:03 GMT -5
Zigzag meant to comment more on the new Blackarachnia's height than her weight. The fact that his comment can be misinterpreted in the way it can be is further evidence as to why he can't get laid.
"Ah, so we really are doubled up on the Blackarachnias, are we?" Needlenose asks absently, still propped against the wall, one foot resting flat against it. "Well, we've got two Scourges, and that hasn't caused too much mess." Partially because really. Just how are you going to confuse those two? "I'm sure we'll find some way to deal with this without throwing folks off too badly." He pauses. "Or not!"
"Aaaaaaanyways, Miss Decepticon Blackarachnia, I wasn't aware that there was any rule that once you answered the questions of whoever found you, they had to let you out," Needlenose observes absently, opening up a small compartment in his arm to remove... a hand held, Transformer-sized gaming device? He activates it. "But if you are being let out, I'm just sure Miss Predacon Blackarchnia's next move would be to inform you that you're supposed to report to one of the members of the local charter of Mayhem Attack Squad to arrange for a more complete and proper introductory and security interview."
He glances up, white optics sparkling with dark amusement. "You don't have Mayhems, I don't guess? The name seems to have a lot of people fooled. They tend to assume that they must be some sort of chaotic special strike force, go in and raise hell at special targets."
"They do this. They can. They're very versatile. But that's not their primary purpose. You see, the primary purpose of the Mayhems is to ensure order among the ranks - for a certain, loose definition of the word 'order' - and to ensure certain elements deemed... detrimental to morale, such as, oh, desertions, are dealt with."
His antennae perk up and his optics crinkle in the smile he lacks a mouth for. "Just think of them as your happy little local morale-raising team!"
At the end of this speech, Zigzag covers his face with the palm of his hand and sighs, but Sunbeam just peers up at Needlenose.
"Erm... dude? Morale raising? Y'know in certain context that can be taken to mean Mayhems are slu-"
"Oh, shut up, Sunbeam!" Needlenose snaps. A bwoop from the gaming device indicates that he's just lost a life during the distraction that caused, and he curses quietly under his breath when he sees this.
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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 Jul 2, 2009 23:04:47 GMT -5
When the cell door is opened, Blackarachnia steps forward cautiously, not really trusting that the shielding which was also lowered. It seems to have been though, so she steps out, sparing a glare for the smaller spider before focusing her attention on Needlenose.
Who...is droning on. And on. She stifles a sigh and crosses her arms under her chest, listening for the moment. My, my, but this one does like his exposition, doesn't he?
"It was indicated that once I calmed down and answered, I'd be let out." She shrugs gracefully, then continues, "And no, not familiar with any Mayhems, or anyone at all who keeps company with humans voluntarily- except a few misguided Autobots, that is." Because yes, she is making the assumption that if Needlenose is waxing so eloquent on the subject, he must be one. She smirks, "And really listen to the little one. Not the best of analogies, there."
"So, can a lady get a chair and a room for her interrogation, or is this ship so super secret I must I make do with the hallway?"
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
Posts: 226
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 2, 2009 23:24:43 GMT -5
"Are you still going on about that?" Blackarachnia says incredulously at her much-larger namesake. "You are out, you know. See? Open cell door? Ringing any bells?" He rolls her obsidian optics as she closes the cell, re-activating all the security for the next robot to show up.
"And in case you were wondering, a Predacon is what I am. We're the idealogical descendants of the Decepticons, where I come from."
Blackarachnia keeps herself from saying 'We'll figure out the answer for that the moment a lady shows up' when Decepticon Blackarachnia puts her question forward. Turning to the idiot twins, she says "I'm sure you two can scrounge up a chair for our new guest, can't you?"
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 3, 2009 14:11:40 GMT -5
Needlenose can't help that he's from an exposition-heavy reality. As the larger Blackarachnia speaks, Zigzag slips on his helmet, responding to an unspoken command. Without looking up from his video game, Needlenose explains, "Not human. Nebulans. Different home planet, different internals - they just look the same." Then, without warning, Needlenose reaches out his right hand, his left still operating the gaming unit, and Zigzag leaps into the air, transforming and landing. Still without looking up, Needlenose fires. "They're also my guns," he adds. Needlenose was 'aiming' at the meteor-rocks. Of course, Needlenose is no fool - he's relying on Zigzag's accuracy more than normal by not actually looking where he's firing, and that means that there's a good chance he'll hit someone - or something - else, but considering that the majority time Zigzag mostly serves as a really painful way to simply shut someone or something down for a few moments, he's not that worried. (Sure, there is the small chance that whatever gets hit explodes instead, but these things happen.) "And no, they can't, Littlerachnia, but I'm sure we could all simply move on to a more casual setting. I don't know about you, but I could use a cu- actually, no, I can't," he chuckles. "Haven't burned any fuel since we got stuck out here in space, really."
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