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Post by Firebolt on Oct 16, 2007 22:38:43 GMT -5
Sometime after the votes thread...
Somebody was out for a drive, while badly singing. God Simple Plan. Perfect music for driving sometimes.
"Immature til the day I die, I promise I ain't gonna change, cos I don't wanna grow up," Firebolt sings as she blasts along, happily having her fun as she's sorely been needing over the past bit of time. Landing in a place full of people she didn't know diddly squat about took some major adjusting but it eventually came. And so did relaxing around them and not being nervous. But they were a lot stranger than she expected... But hey! What can you do.
"Cos I'm not gonna change, I don't wanna grow up..." The song tapered off as she drove along the edge of a large forest with odd twisty trees. She listened to her engine again before her small video self slammed her hands over the sides of her head as the song blared at complete full volume, almost making the moss shake off the trees!
"I NEVA GOT TO DO THIS ON EARTH WAAA-HOOO!" She screamed as she gunned the NOS and kicked up a dust cloud along the dirt bit that was just on the edge of the forest.
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Post by Thundercracker on Oct 16, 2007 23:01:42 GMT -5
OOC: This takes place AFTER the "Fountain" thread.
Well, well, well, what have we got here? thinks Thundercracker with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, dropping a little in altitude to study the red sports car. What had started out as a quick flight to get the slag away from the lunatic asylum that currently passed for a Decepticon base had become a much longer flight that had taken him to this fairly remote forest, pondering his situation here and how he might be able to change the course of events once he got home. He'd always been accused of overthinking things, and he supposed the accusation wasn't that far off...
But just moments ago he had spotted a flash of red on the outskirts of the woods. At first he eyes the vehicle warily -- in his universe, "red sports car" spelled "Sideswipe and PAIN." And even here on this planet, he figures that his yellow clone can't be too far behind...
Once he edges a little closer, he realizes it can't be the scarlet warrior. The vehicle's the wrong make -- some sort of Ferarri, like Wildrider. And as he gets closer he can catch a loud female voice belting out an enthusiastic Earth song.
Heh, out on your own, little ground-bound? he thinks with a soft chuckle. No friends, no backup? Then it looks like you need a little lesson in using common sense around a flier. Pray it's not the last lesson you ever learn...
Opening his throttle all the way, he bears down on the vehicle, unleashing a barrage of incidenary fire.
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Post by Firebolt on Oct 16, 2007 23:16:02 GMT -5
The fire is realized instantly by Firebolt, who just lets out this angry, wordless scream as she realizes her wonderful singing session is disrupted. She swerves as a few shots blast her in the back and then lets out even more of a whine. "I mean, honestly1, who bothers somebody when they're havin' fun," She mutters as she curses and then glances back with a mini camera.
Oh. It's a jet. A blue one.
She sighs as the song changes (Land of a Million Drums - Outkast) and then nods in agreement with it. "There is ALWAYS something going on," she says as she calls out her transformation and then flips up onto her hands, having practiced that move, along with about thousands of others, over the past time as she's been, you guessed it - dancing. It's a talent and a hobby.
While in the air, completely facing backwards, she grabs the boomerang off her back as it moves to settle on her shoulders and then chucks it up in the air before slamming down and sliding her wheels down so she can glide for a bit without having a rough stop. "OH YOU SON OF A -beep- I WAS HAVING THE GREATEST -beeping- TIME AND THEN YOU -beeping- -beep- HAD TO GO AND SMASH IT LIKE A FAT -beep- -beep- AT A FRAT PARTY! OH YOU SUCK!!"
1. 'I mean honestly, who throws a shoe.' Just imagine she's saying this line from Austin Powers.
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Post by Thundercracker on Oct 16, 2007 23:34:53 GMT -5
Thundercracker jukes to the side, easily dodging the boomerang -- not a weapon he's ever seen a Transformer weild before, but there's a first time for everything, isn't there? The Earth swearing, on the other hand, is a weapon he's had aimed at him before... recently in fact...
It's that smart-mouthed little femme on the general frequency! he realizes. That, if anything, makes him all the more determined to teach the ground-bound a lesson she'll never forget.
He transforms and lands in front of the femme, noting her smirking expression1 and grinning at the thought of wiping it off her face for her. "You won't be quite the saucy little thing once I'm done with you, Autob--"
His threat is cut off abruptly. For as much time as Thundercracker spent on Earth before coming to Gillanan III, his knowledge of Earth weaponry is still lacking in a few areas. Including the little tidbit about boomerangs being designed to return to their owners...
WHAM!
That's going to leave a nice dent in his helm... not to mention a sizable bruise to his pride. At least it shut him up.
1 -- Written with player permission
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Post by Firebolt on Oct 17, 2007 0:09:31 GMT -5
"Saucy? Good jeet sweeubs on a stick, I ain't heard anybody say that in ages! What are ya, from the Victorian age?" Firebolt starts laughing, almost holding her sides. But oh, her laughter only gets louder as Thundercracker gets smacked upside the head with her Boomerang, which she manages to nab as it whirls around his head and lands between them.
"OH GOD. You fail so much, that's just so great! HAHAAHAAAA!" She yells as she flashes him a not so kind Earther hand gesture as she runs off into the forest, laughing the whole time. She still has enough straight thoughts to know getting away from him would be the best thing to do though, first things first.
So into the forest she stomps, laughing crazily the whole time. Thundercracker may be bigger and stronger but oh, hitting him was priceless.
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Post by Thundercracker on Oct 17, 2007 0:25:23 GMT -5
Thundercracker may not be versed in every detail of Earth culture and human mannerisms, but he recognizes the hand gesture. Snarling, he staggers to his feet, the pain in his head fading to a dull ache and making CPU processing possible again. That femme is SO going to pay for this!
With a snarl he stalks into the forest after her, cursing in Cybertronian as his wings smash into trees and catch on branches. Slaggit, someone needs to raze a few trees and build some decent roads through here...
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Post by Firebolt on Oct 17, 2007 0:47:35 GMT -5
All right, so insulting him and ran away... Didn't deter him. Firebolt glances back to see the seeker stomping through the forest and makes a face. "God, you just don't quit. Did the glove fit?" She mutters, as she speeds on and then thinks.
To fight or to fight. Well that answered the question.
Firebolt dashes over to a semi-small clearing, on the side of a rather large drooping tree, and then stops, waiting, boomerang in hand. It may not work for long range in such a place, but she can sure beat him up quite well... And Thundercracker's about to learn that one of her talents is more than just an art form.
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Post by Thundercracker on Oct 17, 2007 1:25:25 GMT -5
"Fraggin' scrap," Thundercracker snaps as he wrenches his wing out of a particularly obstinate cluster of branches. When he gets his hands on that femme, he's going to show her the meaning of pain!
He bursts from the forests into a sort-of clearing... and the femme is dead ahead. She's holding her boomerang again, no doubt eager to try her little trick again. A chuckle escapes his vocalizer. Hasn't she stopped to think that a ranged weapon of that nature is pretty much useless at such close quarters?
"Hoping to repeat your little stunt, ground-bound?" he sneers. "Not this time. You're mine... and you're going to be begging for mercy by the time I'm through with you." He stalks forward, arms raised, ready to throw a punch or grab her -- whatever the situation calls for.
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Post by Firebolt on Oct 17, 2007 11:30:47 GMT -5
"Ground bound? C'mon, can't you think of a better insult than that you -beep-suckin' tard?" Firebolt laughs, still on the Transformer version of an adrenaline rush. "And I don't do beggin for mercy."
Blue optics narrow as Thundercracker starts to stalk over. Oh he's being -cocky-. She holds her ground for a second before he gets to be about a good two or three steps in front of her. But then before he can get further she charges forward, boomerang raised and then draws it back and swings it like somebody would swing a baseball bat.
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Post by Thundercracker on Oct 17, 2007 13:38:13 GMT -5
Someone needs to pin this femme down and scrub her mouth out with solvent and steel wool, Thundercracker decides as he advances on her. Maybe that'll be the first thing he does once he has her pinned and subdued...
She doesn't throw the boomerang this time -- instead she uses it as a club, swinging it at his head. He jerks back, and the weapon strikes his cockpit, shattering the glass. The name he screams out this time is far from "ground-bound" and probably a lot closer to the kinds of insults she's been dishing out.
He's built and trained for aerial dogfighting and distance attacks, not melee combat. As he's bound to find out...
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Post by Firebolt on Oct 17, 2007 14:20:23 GMT -5
What... What it hit!? Firebolt stared for a second, trying to hide her own shock at what just happened and then got a very, very evil look in her optics. Ooh ho... What an unexpected twist of events! Aww, and he's swearing like a big boy.
She lunches forward, swinging her fist up towards his face as he leans back in hopes of not only punching him, but putting enough force in it to knock him down and give herself the advantage!
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Post by Thundercracker on Oct 17, 2007 15:51:37 GMT -5
THWACK!
The punch to his chin isn't nearly as powerful as some he's received, but seeing as he's off-balance already from both the dodge and the last blow, it's enough to knock him to the ground. He lands heavily on his back, still trying to wrap his processor around what's happening.
"Oh no," he snarls. "NOT gonna happen. Not letting a femme hand me my aft..." He puts a hand behind him and pushes himself up a little, trying to get to his feet.
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Post by Firebolt on Oct 17, 2007 17:10:23 GMT -5
The one running thought of 'Oh mi god, I hit him!' runs through Firebolt's CPU as she bounces back a step.
"Oh I HIT YOU!" She declared as she clenched her fist and her metal mask slammed over her face, covering all but her optics. He started to get up... When she dropped down to her hands and then got ready to sweep her leg across the ground in a very break-dancing style move. Whether or not Thundercracker could move fast enough would determine if she continued this new form of fighting or not...
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Post by Thundercracker on Oct 17, 2007 18:03:44 GMT -5
Yes, Firebolt, you hit him. And he's not a happy camper about it either. He briefly considers radioing for backup, but just as quickly decides against it. While his ego isn't quite as large as Starscream's, he still had his pride. And he's not about to admit a sass-mouthed ground-pounding femme is too much for him to handle...
Were Thundercracker standing, he might be fast enough to evade the kick. As it is, he tries to roll to the side to avoid the sweep of her leg... but it's difficult to roll on the ground when you have wings jutting from your back. Down he goes again.
This just has not been his day...
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Post by Firebolt on Oct 18, 2007 0:01:00 GMT -5
"Awww yea!" Firebolt says as she crosses her arms in front of her and flashes the rock symbol. "Power of the awesome totally did it, man, power of awesome."
She nods to herself, muttering her own praises, totally not paying attention to anything. She then leans forward and swings her leg over in a lazy "I'm going to kick you when you're down" type way.
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