Spinister-3
Cadet
"I live for the day when no one has to fear."
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Post by Spinister-3 on Jun 26, 2008 21:45:28 GMT -5
//Can't collar this cat,// Spinister insists, tone light and teasing. True enough - tools are useful for escape.
He scoffs, "You? Need help? Perish the thought. Of course, if you ever need an assist, I'll be there for you."
Singe looks startled to be actually addressed and he puts his hand behind his helmet and murmurs, "Ah, no, ma'am. I just... belong to a police officer and share his head."
It's sort of a grey area. Is a cop's gun a cop? Certainly not. But if he gun talks... uhm.
Spinister inquires idly, "Bedlam? Sounds like a smashing chap."
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Post by Barricade-3 on Jul 2, 2008 15:49:10 GMT -5
Barricade merely grins in response to Spinister as he turns his attention to the junk around them. Spooky or not as this mindless graveyard is, it holds the stuff this Autobot cop needs to put herself back together. Hopefully there's enough worthwhile scrap here to do the job.
Barricade spots a few likely looking bits and slips over to carefully work them free of the other junk, transmitting over that secure line that's never really closed, // What do you make of her? //
Frenzy's good at spotting the little things that Barricade misses. Those tiny details that can make or break a case. Besides, it'll be nice just to hear his partner while he's busy stripping corpses, or something like.
"I'll just bring you stuff that looks useful, until you point out specific pieces that you need, okay?" he asks Pee-Dee as he sets the rods and beams and bits of scavenged plating beside her in a neat stack.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jul 4, 2008 17:41:14 GMT -5
"Oh." She chews on her lower lip, leaving tiny gashes in the metal. There's something terribly tempting about a nuclear-powered flamethrower. Something that makes her think of- "Yeah, Bedlam does that."
Thank goodness for distractions.
Pee-Dee seems to have reached the point on her arm where an elbow joint goes. She grabs indiscriminate bits from the junk Barricade is thoughtfully providing and gets to work on that. "That sounds good, Officer Barricade."
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Spinister-3
Cadet
"I live for the day when no one has to fear."
Posts: 79
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Post by Spinister-3 on Jul 5, 2008 13:32:44 GMT -5
Right. Spinister was thinking that 'smashing' would be pretty literal. He reaches out to clap a hand on Barricade's up arm and looks down to Pee-Dee, explaining, "I'm off. if I'm not back in <some reasonable amount of time>, assume that I'll never be. I hope to see you in one piece, ma'am, by the time I return." Finally, to Barricade, "Good luck."
He turns, walks off behind a junk pile, and were anyone to follow him there belated by but a second, they will find him no longer here at all, only a trail of lightly disturbed junk to say that he was ever here.
OOC: Out of thread. Pee-Dee may pose Singe, if she wishes. He's quite and shy, not given to speaking without being spoken to, but he will be helpful if asked.
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Post by Frenzy-3 on Jul 5, 2008 19:31:08 GMT -5
//Could be she's genuine. Could be our Pee-Dee's kept her inner self so under wraps we've got no idea she's capable of this level of guileless lying. Could be she's the alternate one capable of guileless lying. Need to see more.//
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Skippable.
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Post by Barricade-3 on Jul 8, 2008 19:12:47 GMT -5
Barricade returns that gesture, nodding at Spinister's instructions. "You got it, Boss." He doesn't follow; Spinister can take care of himself, and Barricade has his own job to do.
// Yeah. It's just... strange, // he replies to his partner. Who could possibly imagine good Autobots? And if this turns out to be their own Pee-Dee duping them, he'll kick himself later for having had the chance to help lock her away for good, and not having taken it.
Still, he's got to hope. Hope seems to be the thing that binds all the Decepticons together, regardless of reality, after all. Not all of them are quite as... shiny as the Boss or Commander Starscream is, but everyone seems to share that hope for a better world, for an and to tyranny. So he'll hold onto that hope that this Pee-Dee really is a straight cop, on the up and up, not on the take, and he'll hold to the hope that he won't have to shut her down.
But he's not going to cut the wires on his cannon, either. He's got hope, but he's not a total idealist. He's a cop. Sometimes cops have to do things that other mechs shouldn't ever have to think about to keep them as shiny as they are, and if he does end up having to shut her down... well... At least it's him and not Wreckage doing it. He won't lose too much recharge over doing his job. Not like Wreckage.
Allspark, but Barricade hates this war. Hates what it does to his friends.
He's letting himself get distracted. Focus, Barricade, focus.
"Just Barricade is fine, ma'am," he replies to Pee-Dee with what might be a boyish grin on anyone else. Maybe she can see through the odd angles and sharp ridges of his features to see it, too.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jul 13, 2008 22:08:42 GMT -5
Pee-Dee watches the other Spinister leave, her hands still in her repairs. When he's gone, she remains staring at the corner he turned around, expression serious and thoughtful.
Then she slides one finer into the seam at the base of her throat and pulls out a thin disk of metal. It's rusty and worn almost smooth. "I should have given him this."
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Post by Barricade-3 on Jul 14, 2008 12:45:09 GMT -5
Barricade turns a curious look upon the Junkion cop. "What is that, ma'am?" he asks politely.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jul 15, 2008 16:23:23 GMT -5
"That... is my St. Jude medallion. Santo Judo, the patron saint of lost causes." Pee-Dee tucks it back into her armor. "And policemen."1
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1. The Untouchables
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Post by Barricade-3 on Jul 15, 2008 22:02:46 GMT -5
Barricade's red optics narrow as if in thought. "Is our cause so hopeless, then?" he asks. Has she been broken by their dark Prime? Or is this, in fact, their own Pee-Dee, thinking to sow doubt?
"The Boss lands on his feet," he adds, grinning again. "Right Singe?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jul 15, 2008 22:22:16 GMT -5
"We're all policemen," Pee-Dee responds to Barricade. Then she picks up her tools again and continues with the task of rebuilding her right arm.
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Post by Barricade-3 on Jul 19, 2008 12:19:13 GMT -5
Barricade nods, smiling proudly. "That we are," he replies, getting back to his own self-appointed task of fetching likely looking bits and pieces for the wounded Junkion. It simply amazes him how she is piecing herself back together with so little in the way of resources that most medics and repair techs he's known would consider "vital". A pile of literal junk and a handful of tools and, whamo-bamo, an arm starts taking shape out of nothing.
That's why their own Pee-Dee is so darn dangerous. She doesn't die. Not like his comrades back on Cybertron. Many of them had fallen all too eaily over the centuries to Autobot guns. Fallen and never gotten back up again. His engine rumbles softly, sending vibrations through his frame that arrow in on his precious partner carefully ensconced within his own chassis. He'll do anything to protect Frenzy, and not because the hacker is so small and frail compared to most other mechs, but because he is Barricade's partner, his best friend.
His everything.
"What's it like, where you're from? Being a cop, I mean," he asks, dragging over the front end of a junked out transport vehicle for a roughly human-sized creature. Not much left in the way of good structural components, but there appears to be some good electronics, and maybe even a few bits of mechanicals that she could use. "You do more beat work, or investigations? I bet it's gotta be a challenge handling mechs as resourceful as you are."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jul 22, 2008 11:46:18 GMT -5
A hand is taking shape out of pieces of metal. Just the skeleton of it, the joint system and the metal supports that tie the joints together. Almost her entire arm is built now, and she's moved each joint by hand to make sure they flex as much as she needs.
The skeletal design she uses is not Cybertronian-standard, for any version of Cybertron. It's not quite human, either.
Pee-Dee bites off a piece of metal from the pipe she's been using, props it against the ground, and smashes it into shape with the end of Spinister's wrench. When that's done, she gets to work on adding it to her fingers.
"This is going to take a few hours," she warns Barricade. "I haven't had to rebuild this much from scratch in... ever. Jigsaw had a lot of prebuilt parts on hand.
"I work a beat most of the time. Junkions don't really do mysteries very much. Heh. Well, we do, but they're usually solved by the time I get there. Everyone loves a good mystery, and what's the point if they're unsolvable, you know?"
Pee-Dee finishes off her joints. "Have you seen any copper in this? Or gold?" So saying, she sets off on rummaging through the pile of stuff Barricade has brought her. "People as 'resourceful' as I am? You mean the whole "I get knocked down, I get up again, you're never gonna keep me down"1 thing? It's not as big a deal as everyone thinks. It's very rare I need to kill anyone, or even subdue someone. Mostly my job is keeping people from killing each other."
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1. "I Get Knocked Down", Chumbawumba
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Post by Barricade-3 on Jul 24, 2008 14:02:55 GMT -5
It's actually rather amazing watching Pee-Dee work. A handful of junk, a pile of broken bits, and some Junkion know-how, and an arm is slowly rising, phoenix-like, from the ashes. Barricade knows that he doesn't possess this kind of ability, that's for sure.
Hook, now... Hook can work some pretty spectacular miracles like this, too. But Hook's been missing. Barricade's almost eager cheerfulness fades a bit around the edges as he tries to push that worry back out of his mind. They'll find Hook. They'll get him back. They will.
"Well, if it were me trying to do that," he replies, shaking his head a little, "it would be taking years." Yeah, he's openly admiring her work. He knows how to slap a patch on someone, but nothing near this involved.
"Copper or gold? Uh..." he turns to peer through what he's dragged over for her. "Hadn't really been looking for it, really, truth be toold, ma'am. I'll keep my optics peeled for some now, though. How much are you needing?" Silversteel claws begin poking carefully amidst the bits and flotsom surrounding them as Barricade kneels to peer through the junk looking for those precious metals.
"I'm a bit of an everything, I guess," he offers while he works at peeling out some of the more likely looking bits of electronics. That's where he's most likely to find those precious metals is in the electronics, and, oh ho! Here's quite a little stash of platinum from one of the environmental converters in this trashed out old vehicle. That gets tossed to join the pile nearest Pee-Dee with a little grin of triumph. She didn't ask for Platinum, but who knows if it might not be useful, too.
"Beat cop, investigations, some undercover work now and then. I go where the Commanders need me and do what needs to be done." Sometimes doing those jobs that no one wants to admit that need doing, and that no one wants to hear about after they're done, too. That's really his specialty, but he doesn't talk about that in polite company. He isn't proud of it, but some things just can't be negotiated away and some sparks aren't capable of being rehabilitated.
Some nights, Frenzy is the only thing that manages to keep him from believing that his spark isn't just a cold, dead, black thing pulsing inside. But if he has the ability to keep Frenzy safe, and keep Wreckage and the Boss from having to make those awful choices that aren't really choices, well, then... He'll do what it takes and trust Frenzy and Wreckage from becoming one of them. An Autobot.
"I've got a partner, too," he adds. Frenzy will take care of outing himself, really, but he doesn't want Pee-Dee thinking that he was hiding anything like that on purpose. If she's not their Pee-Dee, then he doesn't want to fracture any fragile bits of trust developing. If she is... well, she's already well aware of Frenzy. "I'm sure you'll meet him later."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jul 24, 2008 18:14:53 GMT -5
Pee-Dee happily snatches up the platinum. A quick application of heat to get it flexible, and then she rolls it all together into a sphere. Another application of heat, and she rolls the platinum between her palm and chest to form a cylinder. She repeats as necessary, spinning the metal out into wire.
"Finding people is investigation," she says as if she's reminding herself, "And I'm good at finding people who don't want to be found. Well. I was on Junk." Her shoulders slump. "But I haven't gotten it down around here, and I never could on Cybertron.
"'Course, I was only there for less than half a year. And, well..." She trails off, shakes her head. "Well, it's not important. I'm the only one who can control me, so I'm the one at fault if I fail."
Pee-Dee falls silent for a while as she sets the platinum wire aside and selects a different kind of metal to build the purely mechanical parts of her tensors. "Having a partner must be nice."
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