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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Aug 14, 2009 18:05:57 GMT -5
Day 3, open to all Decepticons, especially the more annoying ones.
Bonecrusher shoulders his way out of his room, giving a long glare at the door that kept him locked within the irritatingly small space – given that this is Bonecrusher, even an Omega Supreme-sized hangar would likely be irritatingly small. Or just plain irritating – for the duration of Ship's launch. Not that he actually intended to leave his room during the period it was locked. Even after it had been unlocked he remained in the room for a while, not wanting to have to deal with a ship full of people he can't even rough up slightly. He just takes exception to it being locked in the first place, so that if he wants to he can leave at any moment. Like now.
There's only so much sitting around in a room brooding about how much you hate everything that one Decepticon can take before becoming bored out of his processor. So he's setting out to find something to entertain him. This is likely to be a difficult task given that Bonecrusher is mostly entertained by committing violence, and at the moment any violence that he attempts to commit will leave him in crippling pain. He can't even beat up holograms without activating the device implanted in him, unless he asks Shockwave or Scourge to shut it off temporarily.
The last thing he wants to do at the moment is request anything from Shockwave or Scourge. Slag-sucking, virus-infected scrapheaps...
He peers through an open doorway into what appears to be a lounge of some sort. A lounge that is currently empty. Good. He stomps in and beings to survey the various forms of 'entertainment' available.
Hopefully no one will bother him. He's been trying to behave lately – mostly by keeping to himself – not just to avoid serious pain, but also because he's been given the impression that good behaviour might be rewarded with the return of body parts. That's right, while Bonecrusher may be healed from his fight several months ago he's still not entirely whole. His minesweeping arm remains a forkless stump, and a piece of scrap metal has been loosely attached over the hole where one of his optics should be. Both missing optic and third arm remain in Shockwave's possession.
Fragging Shockwave.
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Post by Hellbender on Aug 16, 2009 17:39:56 GMT -5
There's a Hellbender reading quietly in one corner, slouched on his big, oddly-shaped chair that supports his rather awkwardly-shaped frame and shrouds. Fortunately it hasn't been blown up yet by Lugnut. He's frowning at the datapad in his hand, as if he isn't very fond of the contents.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Aug 17, 2009 12:34:32 GMT -5
As Bonecrusher explores the lounge further he finds that it isn't quite as empty as he thought. He eyes Hellbender, fists clenching in irritation and letting out a small growl. At least he's not some pretty little thing. Bonecrusher can't stand nice-looking things, they make him want to rend and maim and twist them into something as hideous as himself. The fact that Hellbender looks unhappy also makes his presence less abrasive.
Still, Bonecrusher takes a moment to glare intensely at the other Decepticon, as though trying to make him get up and leave by sheer force of will.
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Hellbender
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Post by Hellbender on Aug 18, 2009 17:04:46 GMT -5
Oh hello, someone growled at Hellbender!
Hellbender turns his head slowly to look at the newcomer. His optics flicker as he looks Bonecrusher up and down equally slowly, then stares back as the movie-Con glares at him.
"You lookin' for something?"
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Aug 18, 2009 19:47:52 GMT -5
Bonecrusher's first response is to give an annoyed rumble. His gaze drifts from Hellbender to scan the lounge. He could just leave, try and find another actually empty room. Then again, that runs the risk of only finding occupied rooms, possibly with more annoying occupants. Hellbender has at least gone a few minutes without making Bonecrusher want to punch his face in and tear out his processors. That's better than some people manage.
Crossing his arms, Bonecrusher decides to stay, his optic shifting back to glare at Hellbender. Making an attempt to socialize - in a manner that doesn't involve threatening bodily harm in some way - he finally answers, "Something to do."
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Post by Hellbender on Aug 18, 2009 21:09:27 GMT -5
"You tried the sim room yet? Set it up with a map you want to try, toss in some Autobots that happen to look like people you don't like, and blast away. Or some of them there video games? One of the Mayhems is a real competitive fragger, likes to top high score every time someone makes it. Keeps it interesting," Hellbender says with that drawling southern accent of his.
"Me, Ah'm gettin' familiar with y'all's history," the big worm-former says, waving the datapad around. "Not just yours, but all of us whut aren't from my timeline. Mighty depressin' reading. Seems like if we ain't gettin' done in by the Autobots and humans workin' together, we get blindsided by some world-wrecker like Unicron."
"So what happened back home for your lot, anyhow? Hearin' it's more interestin' than reading 'bout it."
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Aug 18, 2009 21:43:14 GMT -5
"The sim room is useless," Bonecrusher grumbles. Not in general, of course, he'd be all over beating up virtual Autobots if he could, but going through the motions of attacking anyone, even if they aren't real is only going to result in a lot of pain. Slagging Shockwave... The other suggestion he's not really familiar with. "Video games?"
He shifts his weight restlessly as Hellbender keeps talking. He couldn't care less what the worm-former is up to, though admittedly some of that history sounds like good reading to him. Not so much the getting beaten by the Autobots, but people dying is always fun. People dying on a planetary scale is even better.
"Hrm," Bonecrusher says, considering the question of his universe's history. "There was peace. Megatron decided he wanted the All Spark. The Decepticons followed him. There was war. The All Spark was launched into space. Cybertron began to die."
He snorts. "Good riddance."
A positively thrilling account.
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Post by Blitzwing on Aug 19, 2009 1:00:25 GMT -5
In strolls Blitzwing, though swagger might be more appropriate. He pauses at the door for second, spotting Hellbender and Bonecrusher. He'd been looking for Hellbender.
"History won't help you much here, Hellbender. Well, not unless you run into some weird species of historian-torturers who demand inane historical facts or they make with the branding." Blitzwing says as he zones out for a second, but quickly shakes his head and returns to the here and now.
Yes, he knows who Bonecrusher is. No, he didn't do anything to announce himself before randomly popping up behind him.
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Post by Hellbender on Aug 19, 2009 17:44:15 GMT -5
Hellbender stares at Bonecrusher. "Games. Played on a computer. Dunno why they're called 'video games'. Some abstract, some like sims with less detail.... and don't ask me what the slag 'Tetris' is s'posed to simulate."
Hellbender looks as thrilled to hear Bonecrusher's account as he is to tell it. "Uh-huh. Lemme guess, you're more a wreckin' things and killing people type, not so much for the strategy and command tictacs." Yes, he pronounced it 'tictacs'.
He turns his head slightly, noting the triple-changer's entrance. "Yo, Blitzer. Ah kinda like to know what makes our boys tick, and who the big names are that get people all excited-like. Like you and I, we got Unicron in our universes in common; Boney here, he and his don't know Unicron from lowest-bidder paving metal. I hear y'all's reality ain't got Mayhems, so Spinister's just some pink helicopter to someone that shows up from there. Stuff like that."
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Aug 19, 2009 18:16:07 GMT -5
Bonecrusher jerks around slightly as Blitzwing speaks, narrowly suppressing the urge to just lash out as he turns. Instead he simply glares death at the triple-changer, rumbling threateningly. Now if only he could carry out that threat.
He slowly shifts back and to the side until he can keep both 'Cons in his easy field of view, his one optic darting back and forth between the two.
"I like wrecking people, too," he says. "Before I kill them."
He taps a finger against his armour as Blitzwing and Hellbender go on about other universes. Boring stuff. Still, he weighs in with, "The only name worth knowing is Megatron's." And most universes seem to have one, from what he's picked up.
"These video games," he says, trying to change the subject back to something that might actually interest him, "can you kill people in them?"
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Post by Blitzwing on Aug 21, 2009 5:16:40 GMT -5
"No Mayhems, no pink helicopters. We certainly had a Unicron though. Did you have a Galvatron? " Blitzwing says as he walks past Bonecrusher and deposits himself in a chair, directing his question to Hellbender.
"If you accept that causing an image on a screen to fall over as killing, then yes, you can. Some video games are quite graphic in that respect as well." Blitzwing says as he extracts his data slate from subsapce, but doesn't activate it yet.
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Post by Hellbender on Aug 25, 2009 7:23:08 GMT -5
Hellbender ponders for a moment. "Ah don't think--" he says cautiously. "No, wait, he's that guy that blasted Starscream and took over after Megatron got killed at Autobot City. Ah stayed away from that. Orders from my boss; Ah think he was going to let the expected clusterfrag at Starscream's coronation go down and then mop up the survivors--only he didn't expect Galvatron."
Hellbender comes from the original, un-screwed-up timeline, before Galvatron started jumping into the past and de-railing reality. To know the name of Galvatron before 2005 means your universe is hosed.
Hellbender snorts. "Megatron's pretty important, but better pay attention to your enemies, too! Maybe you don't care if you get blindsided by the likes of Optimus Prime or Unicron, but the rest of us kinda like to survive to defeat our enemies."
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Post by Runamuck on Aug 25, 2009 14:21:43 GMT -5
There's the sound of a roaring engine up the hall. This is probably not surprising, with two Stunticons aboard. Of course, Runamuck lacks a force field, sadly, but that still doesn't make him patient enough to do something so mundane as walk to get where he feels like going.
It also doesn't make him sane enough to stick to the floors; as he rounds a corner, he drives partly up the wall before jumping back down to the floor. Using the momentum to throw himself into a roll, he tumbles past Bonecrusher into the lounge, not bothering to stop until he's close enough to just transform in front of the energon dispenser.
About now, of course, he notices that there's other people in the lounge. How he missed a big seething pile of spikes is anyone's guess. The Battlecharger raises a hand in greeting, using the other to dispense himself a cube.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Aug 25, 2009 20:39:57 GMT -5
"Hrm." Video games. Might be of some use as a way to vent, since can't even punch slagging walls to relieve some frustration. That is, so long as this thrice-damned device implanted in him does take exception to him killing pixels on a computer. He's pretty sure that as long as he doesn't go through violent motions he's fine...
He snaps back to attention as Hellbender snorts, growling slightly. "I meant in my... universe. And I fought Prime." Would a thoroughly pissed-off Bonecrusher attack Unicron head-on, too?
Then there's the roar of an engine, closely followed by something flying into the room and rolling past him. He spins with a snarl, ready to pummel some stupid Deception plating- No! Bad Bonecrusher. Calm, caaaalm. His fists clench until their metal screeches slightly in protest, but he settles for just glaring and wishes that looks were lasers. Deadly, deadly lasers. His fists relax, and he mutters insults about Runamuck.
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Post by Blitzwing on Aug 26, 2009 0:57:27 GMT -5
Blitzwing just opens and closes his free hand in recognition of Runamucks greeting. He would have done that even if Runamuck had entered doing interpretive dance.
"Oh, so you also had the whole Autobot City mess? Not my best battle." Blitzwing says as he absent mindedly reaches back and lightly massages his tank barrel behind his head at the memory of nearly having it ripped off by Kup.
"Its also not a bad idea to know the slightly less important fighters around you. Never let springer use you as a spring board. You'll never get that dent out."
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