Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Cubed
Mar 23, 2011 7:50:06 GMT -5
Post by Misfire on Mar 23, 2011 7:50:06 GMT -5
Now, Misfire tends to step lightly around he shipmates, mainly out of habit borne of not wanting to endure another round of "tease and torture the terrible shot." This does not mean that Misfire is a coward. Quite the opposite. When he's working, he tends to be much more... direct.
"Bonecrusher, contribute to the situation or shut up. No one is interested in your declarations of rage right now," Misfire says, frowning as the panels on the wall slowly slide back and the temperature begins to increase. He was on a pressure plate. Son of a glitch.
"Oh for the love of... Dustcutter, those could be trapped!" Misfire calls as he finishes pushing to his feet. They could be an illusion covering explosives, or any number of harmful things. He crosses the room and tries to snatch up the little mech before Dustcutter can do too much damage- or make their situation worse.
"Primus's ball bearings, this is like a field test from Dangerous and Creative Problem Solving 201," he mutters, "And I bet I'm the only one here who went to the damned school too."
"Lashing out blindly is almost always bad in these kinds of evals- and I'd bet my left wing that's what this is," he says a bit louder.
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Cubed
Mar 23, 2011 17:57:35 GMT -5
Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 23, 2011 17:57:35 GMT -5
“Ah, oven baked,” Phobia says shakily, pushing himself off the floor at last. He feels a bit more whole than usual, although that’s probably to do with the drugged sleep more than anything else. Really unfortunate that it’s the one time he wakes up to find out that all his fears were probably about to be realized.
In fact, everything was feeling a bit... off right now. Phobia covers his face for a moment, trying to tell himself nothing was melting yet, despite the very real feeling of his paint cracking and the heat of a melted visor dripping from his chin. Not yet. It was probably a simulation anyways. Just concentrate on something else.
“They have classes for that?” the bike asks as calmly as he can, walking up to Misfire. There was no use lashing out at the parabolic mirrors; there were too many to destroy and like Misfire said, they were probably trapped. “Think we’ll find any way to bide us more time?” he adds, examining one of the fixtures from a distance.
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Cubed
Mar 23, 2011 19:50:39 GMT -5
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Mar 23, 2011 19:50:39 GMT -5
"How about I shut you up?" Bonecrusher growls. He's ready to make a grab for Misfire and try to rearrange his face when the current target of his anger up and rushes off to grab Dustcutter. That took a bit of the wind out of his sails, and so he settled for grunting his annoyance and shifting restlessly as the room continues to heat.
He's a bit helpless in situations like this, though he'll never admit it. Bonecrusher isn't stupid, but his skill set is centered around smashing things, and smashing them well. This sort of slag was what Barricade and his gremlin were for.
At a loss for what to do, he plots the untimely demise of whoever put them in this situation.
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Cubed
Mar 25, 2011 21:16:27 GMT -5
Post by Spinister on Mar 25, 2011 21:16:27 GMT -5
Counterpunch is disarming a laser. He's doing a very good job of it. His disarming job doesn't seem to be triggering anything else.
The air is hotter near the mirrors than not near the mirrors.
Rook is clever, but nothing happens at his command. If this is a simulation, the authority behind it (or the hacker) is much, much higher than he is.
Breaking a mirror is seven years bad luck, Dustcutter. At first, the room feels a bit cooler with a mirror or two gone - then more mirrors start unfurling from the walls, more quickly. Every time a mirror is taken out, more snap out, even quicker.
It's getting hotter.
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Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Cubed
Mar 25, 2011 21:59:58 GMT -5
Post by Counterpunch on Mar 25, 2011 21:59:58 GMT -5
Counterpunch takes a moment to glance back at Duskwing, optics narrowed. "No," he answers. This is true enough. There's always some lock-maker out there that can make a lock beyond one's abilities. There's always a lock-breaker out there that can overcome them. Counterpunch is extremely good, but he's too much a generalist to be at the pinnacle of the trap-disarming craft.
He snorts at Rook and attempts to swat the Beast Warrior off his shoulder. "You can get off my shoulder. Got this one." And, with a final click, he does unlock it.
And doesn't open it.
"But..." he touches the door, then leans up against it, "door's cool. A lot cooler than the room." That's significant, given what's happening in the room.
OOC: As a note, should anyone want to open the door, feel free to assume Counterpunch moves out of the way (or you can even pose pushing him out of the way, so long as it's not with damage-inducing force), but you may want to contact Spinister's player about what happens when the door is opened.
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Cubed
Mar 29, 2011 13:43:55 GMT -5
Post by Turmoil on Mar 29, 2011 13:43:55 GMT -5
"Then we'll have to make due with what's on the other side," Turmoil said as he motioned the others away and leveled his cannon at the door. Already his plasma converter was giving him warnings about the growing heat. The fourth state of matter was incredibly hot and if the mirrors continued their work, Turmoil doubted he's contain it for much longer.
Once everyone was out of the way, his weapon erupted in a stream of blue and white to decimate any object before it.
((OOC: Turmoil's weapon is rated as high, so it should make a good sized hole.))
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Cubed
Mar 29, 2011 16:09:53 GMT -5
Post by Duskwing on Mar 29, 2011 16:09:53 GMT -5
Duskwing goes for the obvious and starts punching out mirrors--with the same results as Dustcutter. It gets momentarily cooler, then more mirrors unfurl. Whoops.
"Hey! Dat's not fair!" he growls, then notices two things: Counterpunch has unlocked the door next to him, and Turmoil is aiming a weapon at the same door. A big gun with a violently glowing muzzle.
"HEY!" Duskwing yelps as he dives to one side just as Turmoil unleashes something like Megatron's cannon at the door. "Slag, you coulda just pushed it the frag open. Or opened one a dem other doors with the fraggin' torch."
"Hey, Boney, Misfire--whydunyou open one a dem other doors just in case Cannon-boy here blew up something important on the other side of dis one?"
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Rook
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Cubed
Mar 29, 2011 20:50:02 GMT -5
Post by Rook on Mar 29, 2011 20:50:02 GMT -5
Rook is shooed! "Oh, very well! There's no need to be cheeky," he chides as he takes off from Counterpunch's shoulder and transforms to robot mode to hover near Misfire. When in doubt, be near the guy who seems to have a clue what's going on. Then take the credit afterward if at all possible.
There's a cloud of steam as Turmoil's cannon blasts through the door, and then the room starts flooding as cold, brackish water pours in through the hole. Quite a lot of it, actually. And very fast. There seems to be no end to it, almost as if the room is at the bottom of a lake.
The crow quickly glances at the top door, but there's no telling what's on the other side and at least one of the other doors was trapped. "Does anyone have an air-tight compartment I can fit in? I'd rather not drown," he says, flying higher as the water starts to splash his feet.
OOC: Water 'n' such cleared with Spinister's player. And yes, drown. Beast Wars guys can get strangled by snakes and need bathyspheres to go underwater if they don't have aquatic beast modes.
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Cubed
Mar 30, 2011 1:58:42 GMT -5
Post by Dustcutter on Mar 30, 2011 1:58:42 GMT -5
A trap of mirrors that was also trapped if you broke the mirrors providing more than just bad luck? Now that is devious, Dustcutter would have beamed if he wasn’t in the trap.
Dustcutter avoids being snatched by the looming hand of Misfire; he does this by pouncing on the hand instead and eventually settles in the open palm. Unlike other mechs his size, he tries not to make habit of exploring the personal spaces of others. Standing in someone's hand is very rare for him. He’s about ready to jump off when he sees the rush of water and immediately changes his decision, and if Misfire lets him, he will cling to the hand for dear life.
“I change my mind, I don’t like this game no more, not at all, not even a little…well okay still a little…but but but this don’t look good. Open the door that set off the mirrors!”
OOC: A Dustcutter in the hand is worth a Dustcutter in the other hand done with permission
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Misfire
Minor
The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
Improving. Honest!
Posts: 449
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Cubed
Mar 30, 2011 23:54:45 GMT -5
Post by Misfire on Mar 30, 2011 23:54:45 GMT -5
Misfire pops up on his antigravs to avoid the water, then transforms. His cockpit opens so Rook can duck inside, but once the crow is situated, Misfire returns to robot mode. This means that his passenger is stuck looking at Misfire's back, since that chunk of his alt mode hangs backwards off his shoulders.
He takes in the scene and the remaining players in the challenge. No time to be cautious now, since the typical Decepticon reaction of Break What Ye Do Not Understand has come into play. With the water coming in, their circuits won't bake, but those who aren't water-capable are going to have issues.
"Dustcutter, get in there," Misfire points at an area of broken mirror and the exposed machinery behind the glass, "See if you can find an access hatch, trace some power lines to a surface connection, something. Rook should be the only one in any real danger from the water for now, and I've got him tucked away. Someone else try and get outside there. We need to find out if we're surrounded by water or not- preferably without triggering more traps."
At least most of the people involved are Typical Transformers, which means they can walk around on the bottom of a lake or such without too much trouble. Just no flying or antigravs.
Tucking a bird away for later done with player permission.
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Cubed
Apr 2, 2011 13:57:04 GMT -5
Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Apr 2, 2011 13:57:04 GMT -5
Phobia feels like he should be freaking out about the water. In fact, he is freaking out about the water, who was he kidding? It’s just a good thing he’s not the kind to freak out kicking and screaming although standing and staring at the water wasn’t exactly very productive either.
He kicks on his lifters and floats up to the ceiling. How can anyone like this game? These games were never fun and there was probably some method of horrible death to encounter later on!
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Cubed
Apr 2, 2011 23:31:39 GMT -5
Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Apr 2, 2011 23:31:39 GMT -5
"I don't take order from you, numb nodes!" Bonecrusher growls, posturing threateningly at Duskwing. The gush of cold water cools his temper a little and he glares at it suspiciously. His sort has no trouble with water unless it freezes, but that doesn't mean he likes to be soaked.
Grumbling, he wades his way to one of the other doors, and is face with a decision: hit the door, or hit the door panel? He chooses the lower energy option first, and punches the door panel with ferocity usually reserved for putting dents in people's faces.
This couldn't possibly be a bad idea or trigger more traps.
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Cubed
Apr 4, 2011 13:35:00 GMT -5
Post by Spinister on Apr 4, 2011 13:35:00 GMT -5
But yes, there is now freezing, dark, salty water pouring into the cube. The torrent of water makes it hard to see if there's anything more behind the water, but a good bet would be 'more water'. The water is so cold that some of it freezes on touch, although the heat inside the mirrored room keeps it from all freezing. Some might be hindered by ice; some might not.
Bonecrusher's door panel is hot to the touch. His door opens.
There is more water behind it.
There is a volcanic tube behind it, lined with obsidian and faintly sparkling tiny diamonds. It is almost unbearably hot in there, and the smell is heavy with ash, but the tunnel at least seems to be heading uphill. To where? Unclear.
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Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Cubed
Apr 4, 2011 22:46:11 GMT -5
Post by Counterpunch on Apr 4, 2011 22:46:11 GMT -5
Counterpunch turns and glares at Turmoil as his actions cause the room to begin flooding. "Great job," he growls, tone at odds with the words.
And then Bonecrusher opens a door to volcano land. He snorts. "Increases the odds that we're in the sim room, but doesn't make it one hundred percent. We've all suddenly woken up in impossible circumstances at least once before this, after all." When they arrived.
"Freezing and flooding or air and melting. I'll try the tunnel. Soon the water will be forcing everything that way, anyway. Might as well beat the rush." And then Counterpunch heads into the volcanic tube.
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Cubed
Apr 6, 2011 5:57:08 GMT -5
Post by Turmoil on Apr 6, 2011 5:57:08 GMT -5
An error in judgment. It was a nice term for being hit by a rush of freezing water for his efforts. Yes the door could have been opened normally, but this place seemed designed to subvert any normal exceptions they might have. The volcano tube in yet another room seemed to follow this same line of logic. Was blasting open a door to surprise a possible threat on the other side really so unreasonable?
Whatever the case, Turmoil kept his reasons and explanations to himself. They would only sound like empty excuses now. Instead he kept his words to himself and followed Counterpunch into the tube, deferring to the other 'con's apparent knowledge of their circumstances. For now at least...
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