Frenzy
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Post by Frenzy on May 5, 2008 22:06:52 GMT -5
Barricade's laugh thrums through Frenzy, and the flailing, kicking little victim just makes everything so much better.
He loves it when they scream.
Hands tighten on Holi, and the infiltrator just presses himself against the tiny police car, riding out the flailing and kicking. Mandibles nick at the little grey face, and a chuckle sneaks out of his vocoder.
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All previous and current abuse of Holi-3 done with player permission.
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Barricade
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Post by Barricade on May 7, 2008 15:18:21 GMT -5
"Why?" Barricade asks curiously in response to Holi's desperate plea to be freed. "Why should we? Are you that eager to go back? To them? The ones who 'let you out sometimes'? The ones who make you do things for them?" Barricade smirks and shakes his head.
"Bet they're the ones who make you carry that tickler, too."
The Saleen might almost sound sympathetic as he pokes that claw tip into the hinge at Holi's shoulder. Of course, he's also not stopping Frenzy from having his grabby, pokey fun.
"You're a toy to them, little scrap," he growls softly, optics narrowing. "Why shouldn't I get to play, too?"
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Holi-3
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Post by Holi-3 on May 7, 2008 19:19:22 GMT -5
"Everyone makes me do things!" Holi protests while taking a full-on swing at the little freak's excuse for a face. Some are just less cruel about it than others. The Prime doesn't necessarily humiliate him, not the way Star Saber did. The Prime's more likely to just smash him someday, though. Or give him to Perceptor.
It's because Holi is small and easily abused. So what if he can hold up part of a collapsing building? So what if he can drag Greatshot out of a lava pit or assemble an anti-grav pod or trick a Breastforce member into killing one of his own? None of that means a damned thing when someone who can crush him like a tin can has hold of him and the best he can hope for is his gun blinding them. He can't even get that much with these two, and they have claws. That they apparently like jabbing into various parts of him. He doesn't make any sound of pain, even though some of the prodding hurts. No, he just scowls, dropping pretense.
"I know what I am!" He doesn't need some malformed geometrical accident reminding him! "And if you're gonna do it, then do it! Or are you all talk?"
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Frenzy
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Post by Frenzy on May 7, 2008 21:57:30 GMT -5
Whiny little glitch-
Frenzy snarls as the punch connects, knocking him askew for a moment, then he scrambles forward, no longer playing at all. Sharp fingers scrape and poke and pinch-
One hand comes up and slams against Holi-3's mouth, waiting until the little police car opens it again to force a data-tap into him. Nothing to tap, nothing at all, but it should hurt-
"-Stupid little blighter, dross-sucking, they got you down on your knees, you think frakking cringing going to make 'em back off, think that toy guns made of spit and hope going to save you-?"
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Shoving a data-tap into Holi-3's mouth done with permission.
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Post by Barricade on May 7, 2008 22:06:40 GMT -5
"Maybe he likes it," Barricade rumbles, watching Frenzy scramble back into position, those claws clutched around Holi's midsection squeezing just a little tighter - a warning - in response to that pointless little punch.
"Do what, scraplet?" Barricade purrs, tilting his head. It's always so much more fun when they break down and beg for the pain.
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Holi-3
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Post by Holi-3 on May 8, 2008 11:17:09 GMT -5
Holi, for one, isn't used to having someone clap a hand over his mouth. So few around here are small enough, and those who are don't tend to pay him much mind. Those who would have to just grab his entire head. And he doesn't like these guys touching him anyway, so when Frenzy latches onto his face, Holi's first impulse is to shove the little monster off. He freezes instead at that sharp pain pricking at his fuel intake.
These guys are idiots. Thick, stupid, half-clocked morons. Hasn't Holi made it abundantly clear he has no illusions about his station in life? That he knows he's in for pain no matter what he does? Whether he struggles or cowers, it doesn't matter. He supposes they don't know that he knows his gun is worthless, but that's no excuse. If they want to act so bloody superior, they'd better be able to back it up.
But they aren't. So he just glares silently at neither of them, focusing on some random midair coordinate and remaining still.
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Post by Frenzy on May 8, 2008 13:03:13 GMT -5
"-Waste of slag and dross, waste of parts, should be kill-filed-" The little blighter makes Frenzy furious, and he doesn't want to delve too deeply into why.
Abruptly, the data-tap is yanked out, then retracts into Frenzy's hand, just before the little hacker shoves himself away from Holi and scurries up Barricade's arm to perch on his shoulder.
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Post by Barricade on May 9, 2008 15:01:19 GMT -5
Ah, the little scrap has ceased to respond in a satisfying manner. Finally he gets it, then.
And Frenzy... his partner is pissed to the point of fury for those who truly know him - Barricade. The Saleen has a fairly good idea why, after all this time. It's part of what attracted him to the bladey little psycho in the first place, that hate, that anger. Even as partners, there's still that part within Frenzy that hates Barricade for being bigger, stronger, heavier. There's always that distant danger every time Barricade offlines around his partner. Will today be the day Frenzy finally snaps? Will things continue as normal? Will he awaken with a data-tap aimed at his optic, if he awakens at all?
Slim chance, that - they rely on each other too much, trust each other too much, need each other too much - but not impossible.
This little scrap, though, doesn't have a Barricade of his own to rely on or to look out for him. He doesn't have that aggression and devil-may-care daring. What ifs are a caustic poison to one with such insecurities.
The scrap has finally given up his posing, has finally given up the acts and has ceased to be amusing anymore. Not without... significant, and likely truce-breaking, incentive.
Oddly, that delights Barricade in a twisted way, and his claws loosen, shifting to hold Holi a little more gently, although not, by any means, gentle. He is still a Decepticon, after all. Even if the wee little cop car intrigues and amuses him.
"Finally," he rumbles, smirking.
// He's young, // Barricade observes to Frenzy in a tone that almost shouts, "are you sure I can't keep him?"
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Post by Holi-3 on May 10, 2008 15:41:05 GMT -5
It isn't that Holi doesn't have someone who seems to try looking out for him. Oracle does. Sort of. He's reminded of her when he glances at the little Ginsu golem sitting there on the cop's shoulder. But he trusts her about as far as he can throw her, and she won't even do anything when her favourite mad scientist is looking for him.
Quite suddenly, the Micromaster feels… jealous. Maddeningly, infuriatingly jealous. And he hates these Decepticons that much more for it. His glare becomes a scowl, rife with bitterness and resentment the likes of which he's only reserved for Deszaras and his troops until now, and he crosses his arms, remaining silent under the pair's scrutiny even when the grip on him changes, eases ever so slightly. Still can't run. He has to wait a bit longer.
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Post by Barricade on May 21, 2008 10:42:43 GMT -5
ooc: Barricade is posting due to Frenzy time-out. Apologies.
Barricade's optics narrow as he notes the shift in the scrap's expression. Anger and hate, but not that fire that Frenzy has, has always had. Barricade sighs, boredom stirring.
"Faster wheels and a bigger gun," he observes off-handedly. "Then that act of yours will actually have a little punch. Enough to pull it off. Especially if you learn where they're weak."
// Bored now, // he transmits privately to his partner. // Let's go find someone more amusing to spy on. // And perhaps let the seeds of potential confusion germinate in the micromaster scrap.
Claws flex open, simply dropping Holi from his grasp, although he'd lowered his arm as he'd done so in a gesture that could have been as much careless boredom as it could have been a surreptitious display of concern.
"Ask later," Barricade intones as he turns and begins walking away. "And I might tell you where that is."
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Post by Frenzy on May 22, 2008 23:41:02 GMT -5
//Weak little mewler.// Sounds of gears grinding together hard come from Frenzy as he stares down at the little Transformer. He'd rather be dead than trapped like that, crushed in someone's hands. Better than ever, ever giving them an inch.
Cube's sparks, sometimes he just wanted to nice1 all the big-jobs he could get his claws into. Knock 'em out of the loop, trap them in their own heads, make them suffer...
//Let's go find someone more amusing to gut.//
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1. Nicing a process causes it to move to the bottom of the queue for processor-time, which means it can essentially sit idle for a very, very long time. Nicing an entire Transformer's mind probably has a similar effect. Whether or not Frenzy can actually do such a thing is up to debate, but likely not.
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Post by Holi-3 on May 31, 2008 23:46:23 GMT -5
Holi's expression borders on a sneer at the advice. Assuming he hasn't thought about what he needs… the stupid 'Con probably thinks his brains are proportionate to his size. He's small, so he must be stupid. It's an assumption that has saved him from truly serious injury several times before – no point wasting the energy to punish an idiot when a rebel can be taken to task – but it always, always drives him up the wall. Just because it can keep him alive doesn't mean he has to like it.
"Tell me something I don't already know, why don't you," he mutters quietly, furiously, then bites back a yelp when he finds himself falling. It isn't as far a drop as he thought and he actually lands on his feet instead of being dumped on his head, but he teeters and his balance fails him; he lands hard on his rear and sits there, grimacing, then scowling after the Decepticons. Those swaggering, self-assured jerks. "Sure you will," he pronounces in disbelief – and maybe just a tiny bit of pre-emptive defeat. "And I've got a piece of the space bridge to sell you." There's always someone yanking his chain. It's just that much more annoying when it's a Decepticon.
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