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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Aug 25, 2009 9:29:23 GMT -5
Day 39, Open 'Con thread
Ravage rises to his feet. His big paws stretch out, claws flex, and his spiked back arches as he stretches and yawns. His barbed tail snaps back and forth. It was not the most exciting of tasks, guarding this room, but what must be done must.
His head comes up, his single optic focused upon the door
There was a noise within the room. And a new smell.
Things have perhaps become more interesting, yes?
OOC: Movie Ravage is an S2 intro, and can be assumed to arrive sometime after A New Day Dawns. Now, let the kitty confusion reign!
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Post by fangsan on Aug 25, 2009 10:49:08 GMT -5
Ravage if he was human would of been having a panic attack and likely be hyper ventilating however because he didn't need to breath he was only able to do the panicking. He had been alone that was bad enough but now he was alone and somewhere he wasn't a few moments before.
That was enough for the feline like robot to truly freak out his optics wide filled with panic while his tail snapped and whipped around behind him. The blade on the end clipping a wall making a loud scratching sound which in his nervous state caused Ravage to jump.
Quickly he was pacing looking around the small room he was now in and seeing only a single door leading out. His nose was twitching sniffing while his ears were alert. Scared somewhere in the back of his mind he somehow knew he was about to be even more scared very very soon.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Aug 25, 2009 11:48:31 GMT -5
The large black and purple cat rears up on his hind legs and looks through the viewing window.
Another cat-like one. This is definitely more interesting.
//Name. Timestamp. Function.// The radio hail is accompanied by a low growl.
The demand comes over the Decepticon general band, though it is a low-power call.
He thinks that is a Decepticon symbol on the other cat's leg. Pity. Ravage could use a good game of cat and mouse.
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Post by fangsan on Aug 25, 2009 12:02:01 GMT -5
Ravage jumped as he heard the radio hail, his head darting from one side to the other. He finally found the window looking in. But at what he saw caused him only to jump again, his tail swatting behind him.
Blinking while watching the semi unfriendly and strange face, it was still company and meant he wasn't alone. "Ravage...erm timestamp? And Infiltration I guess." He answered speaking out with a soft voice, he then tilting his head looked to the window and other feline again. “Where am I?”
This Ravage was very different to the one looking in, his shape was sleek with far less spines and pointy bits for one. His body was a mix of blacks and silver colourings, with a few purple streaks as well, red eyes still wide and fearful. The Decepticon symbol was worn on his back left thigh, yet was a different colour to the rest of his purple, showing it was likely added after he came online.
While this wasn't going to be a game of cat and mouse, this Ravage wasn't going to put up a good cat fight either, seemingly lacking weapons and looking very scared.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Aug 25, 2009 14:20:55 GMT -5
Ravage's optic widens in surprise and he jerks his head back, hissing. He knows that names can be the same while forms vary, and yet the big cat is still startled.
//Your name...is Ravage?// The growl deepens
//Timestamp. Last known chronometer reading. It is required.//
This is unexpected. And the other cat is jumpy. Quite jumpy, in fact. Too jumpy. He makes Ravage think of prey.
Perhaps he might have to educate this Ravage on how to be a proper predator, later.
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Post by fangsan on Aug 25, 2009 14:47:46 GMT -5
While not the most fearsome of transformers Ravage was at least smart, smart enough anyway to work out the hiss and growl came from his name. The other bot seemed felineish and so a few answers came to mind. This was him but he was so different as well, he could be from the future or somewhere else.
"I..." Ravage paused thinking trying to work out that information. "Zero two twenty five was the time." His young voice whispered, his lips moving as he chewed on his bottom part of his muzzle.
He was starting to calm down now slightly, his tail flicked and whipped behind him still however, the panic keeping his eyes wide while he watched and paced. While he walked back and forth, he showed one reason for his fear and jumpiness, damage. Parts of a bike alt mode attached to him were covered in nics and scratches, while scrapes and dents, also scattered on his current mode as well.
Stopping for a moment Ravage looked towards the viewing port, his red eyes looking into his counterparts own single one. "Where am I Ravage?" He asked slowly and softly, but trying to be as brave as he could. Yet this bravery sounded more curious then firm, hardly a threat at all.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Aug 25, 2009 23:02:39 GMT -5
Mrrrrrr.
Ravage continues that low growl as he processes the time frame given. Until he can place this new cat in the proper reality slot, the timing does little for him.
//Displaced. Something...takes us from our right time. Deposits us here, among rocks.// No, Ravage does not go into detail about the planet before. He has read the history archives, but this other Ravage asked where they were, not where they had been. Plus forming that many words, in a manner which someone might follow would take time.
//Searching for Cybertron. Answers.//
//You were fighting?//
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Post by fangsan on Aug 26, 2009 9:09:56 GMT -5
“Of course I was fighting, I am a Decepticon.” Ravage noted while he shook his head, it was partly true. However of course for the sake of not appearing weak, he wasn't about to admit to the damaged was caused by running.
His pacing stopped as he turned to look at Ravage. “Cybertron? Soundwave spoke of that. But I was born on Earth.” The feline like bot sat down, facing the door and viewing window. “I-is Soundwave here?” Ravage asked a little nervous and shifting slight, his tail on the ground sweeping back and forth.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Aug 26, 2009 12:25:08 GMT -5
Ravage snorts as the other cat asserts that his faction means he was, of course, fighting. Even Ravage's reality has cowards in the ranks, or those who do not fight on the front lines.
The cat's next question makes Ravage tense, and his tail whips back and forth.
//My Soundwave is here. Not yours.// Perhaps there is a bit of possessiveness in the big cat's tone.
Ravage drops back down to all fours and begins to pace in front of the cell. He should let the new cat out, but he is hesitant to do so. Instinct is warring a bit with logic. Ravage does not want the competition.
But still, he opens the door. And makes a radio call.
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Post by fangsan on Aug 26, 2009 17:05:33 GMT -5
Ravage slowly nodded his head, noting the possessive way this Ravage spoke of Soundwave. He made a sigh of relief however, glad the Soundwave he knew wasn't here, he didn't like his own worlds one.
Once the door finally opened Ravage stepped out, walking around a few times glad to be free of it. Looking from left to right of the ship he was now inside, he took a few steps forwards then stopped glancing over a shoulder. “So what happens now...Big Cat?” He asked with a small smile, this other Ravage scared him but at least he hadn't attacked him, he could even warm up to him possibly.
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Post by Soundwave on Aug 26, 2009 20:15:01 GMT -5
Walking at an even pace down the hallway, was Soundwave. Approaching the area where his Ravage had been placed on rock watching duty, Soundwave noticed the two cats conversing with each other. If you disliked your Soundwave, Animated Ravage, chances are you're going to dislike this one a lot less.
"Greetings, Ravage," Soundwave stated, nodding towards his own cat-bot. Turning his head towards the other Ravage once more, Soundwave offered no greeting just yet. This new Ravage was certainly different from his. Where were his spikes? Nevertheless, if this Ravage was anything like his own, then there would be a good use for him. Though he does look a little shaky.
"What is your function, Ravage?" Soundwave asks the new cat. No doubt his Ravage already asked him the standard questions for new arrivals. Soundwave just wants to know for himself.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Aug 26, 2009 21:42:44 GMT -5
Ravage snarls.
//Ravage. Nicknames are for the lessor.// The cat is proud of his name, proud of who and what he is. He wishes to be called by it, not some bastardization or extrapolation.
But Soundwave is here now. Ravage bows his head ever so slightly in deference to the larger bot. He turns, then closes and locks the door once again.
Perhaps his spiked tail swishes a bit too close to this other Ravage. Accident, surely.
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Post by fangsan on Aug 27, 2009 6:55:37 GMT -5
Titling his head to the snarl he got, Ravage was about to comment on how a nickname would help tell them apart. However before he could do so something else approached. Ravage had felt the other cat bot was unsettling, this new robot was down right terrifying. Gulping he stopped and looked up towards Soundwave.
Trying not to shiver or look too scared as he gazed up at the imposing figure, Ravage was doing his best to not turn and bolt right away. The question Soundwave asked was un answered for a few moments, not till the other Ravage's tail swats at his body slightly, causing him to jump. “Ah...My function is infiltration...Soundwave sir.” He uttered the last part quickly, turning his head away so he wasn't staring.
The brief contact with Ravage's tail had left a few scratches on his side, but he was glad for that brief reminder of where he was. Currently looking away from both of them, he was hoping not everything here was like these two. His own tail still on the ground brushed back and forth, while he chewed on his bottom lip again, claws lightly racking on the floor.
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Post by Soundwave on Aug 27, 2009 22:24:28 GMT -5
The fear is quite noticeable in this new Ravage. That can make one wonder how good of an infiltrator you can be when you seem to be perpetually shaking in fear.
"You have a Soundwave in your reality as well?" Soundwave asks as his Ravage's tail lashes out at the other. Soundwave merely gives his Ravage a quick glance, before looking back at the new Ravage, waiting for an answer.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Aug 27, 2009 23:23:24 GMT -5
Ravage settles back down on the floor across from the door, front paws crossed, head resting upon them. He continues to watch the nervous one.
The growling has stopped
//Soundwave.// he says over their private frequency. //'Born' on Earth, he says. Is young, I think.// Do not waste time on him, Ravage would like to add, but he does not.
This reminds the cat, though, and he tilts his head more toward the other Ravage. His optic cycles in approximation of a lazy blink before his dry voice rumbles over the broadband again.
//Your personal frequency. Cycle it.//
He leaves it to Soundwave to explain further.
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