Overlord
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Post by Overlord on Jun 22, 2011 19:56:15 GMT -5
Month 7, Week 3, Day 1, Ship, mess
Overlord is frowning faintly, his visage one of great concentration. He crouches over his work. His fingers really are too large for it, but he won't let himself be deterred. The mess, he feels, lacks a certain special something. The boring old place is just begging for his special touch.
His fine motor control slips, and his work crushes in his hands, and Overlord snarls and flings it away, right at the doorway. Anyone entering the mess just now will suffer a face full of dead Armada Thrust.
He's already set up a deceased Skywarp crucified to the energon dispenser, such that anyone withdrawing their rations will find the cube vended out through G1 Skywarp's grimace-stretched face. There's also a splendid tableau set up on one of the long mess tables of a TFP Makeshift having his entrails tugged out by a carefully posed BW Tigerhawk. Isn't that just the most appetising picture?
No, Overlord doesn't have permission for this little art project, but they can't stop him - not Scourge, not Starscream, not any of their pathetic little busy-body officers - /no one/. But if anyone does bother to check, Overlord did actually check the corpses out of the morgue for a 'psychological experiment'. Won't it be funny to see some stuffed shirt's face fall, perhaps sliding slowly down the wall?
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jun 22, 2011 21:17:25 GMT -5
Thankfully for Rampage - though he'd never think of it that way - he's shorter than your average 'Con, and traveling lower to the ground than usual on top of that, settled down into beast mode. As a result, the airborne corpse of Armada Thrust sails by over his head as he sidles into the mess hall, rather than smacking him in the face and knocking him to the floor.
Still, he growls, ready to tell the culprit to watch where they're throwing things, when he notices the rather macabre changes to the mess hall's decor. His antennae - which as a crab, he really shouldn't have, but then crabs also don't have missile launchers in their rears - twitch curiously as he takes in the morbidly artistic display.
Finally he steps further into the room, and says, "Ah, this takes me back."
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Post by Overlord on Jun 23, 2011 23:17:54 GMT -5
Rampage moves like one who cannot be hurt and knows it, Overlord thinks, which is different than one who only thinks he cannot be hurt.
Everyone has a breaking point, however.
Overlord straightens himself out and asks jovially, "Back where? It might be a place I'd like to go. Anywhere has to be better than this dump, yes?"
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jun 25, 2011 11:33:06 GMT -5
Rampage eyes Overlord and decides he should be wary around this one. He's a large one, and unlike their Skyfire he actually has a threatening presence to back up his size. As much as he admires it, he has no intention of joining Overlord's macabre display.
"Oh, just a little colony called Omicron," he says, scuttling sideways in the way that conveniently feels natural to him, allowing him to keep an eye Overlord as he heads for the energon dispenser. "Of course, it didn't look like this until I got there."
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jun 25, 2011 14:51:56 GMT -5
There’s a head in the hallway.
Vortex pauses to contemplate this new and fascinating development. It wasn’t the nicest of heads around, really. Might be good for tossing hoops on, but honestly? Not one he’d brag about having, personally.
What was a head doing in this hallway though? Did someone lose it? He’d steal it himself, but this would be the third time he’s had to restart his disembodied head collection and it is just terribly exhaustive to have to start over again! Collections just ate up too much energy and time to properly maintain them.
Guess he’ll just be altruistic for once and try to return it or something. There are voices coming from the mess hall anyways. Maybe one of those gentle fellows had lost their heads? Or would be interested in obtaining one at least? The heli idly walks over and kicks Thrust’s head up into his hands before turning to go...
Ooooh la!
“You guys decoratin’ for a party?” Vortex asks, rotors flicking giddily as he bounces it. The mess hall has never looked more lovely!
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Post by Overlord on Jun 25, 2011 19:17:32 GMT -5
The little empath will feel a vast, yawning abyss of sheer, utter ennui radiating from Overlord, like a black hole. It's hard to understand why Overlord ever does anything, so massive is his apathy. There are flashes of sheer, utter exhilaration, though, like gold shot through quartz. They fade more quickly than they come.
There's a little spike of excitement as he asks, "Were you under orders?" Overlord has a sneaking suspicion there what the answer might be.
But oh, there's another comer! Someone else who delights in his work? Overlord seems to be attracting all the sadists! Maybe he ought to fling corpses out the door more often. They could have their own Cereal Convention. He replies, genially enough, "Nothing so special as a party. I just thought you all deserved a break from your humdrum existences."
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jun 25, 2011 22:51:03 GMT -5
And Rampage thought he had trouble with the tedium of life as Predacon at times, but his boredom with many of Megatron's little war games had nothing on what Overlord is projecting. He'd do well not to feel too deeply, lest the dispassion be catching.
He lets out a short cackle of laughter at Overlord's question. "Hardly! I had yet to be recruited at the time."
Reaching the energon dispenser, he hesitates, not because of its gruesome modifications but rather because he's a bit... self-conscious about certain changes to his frame that have been slow to revert after the Incident That Shall Not Be Spoken of. He wouldn't be as bothered if it was just Overlord, but Vortex was actually around during the Incident. He sends a baleful glare at the newly arrived 'coptor-con, then transforms to fetch his ration. If anyone mentions how wide and curvy his hips are, they're getting a missile straight to the face, consequences-be-damned.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jun 27, 2011 11:57:39 GMT -5
“Well, this place needed a bit of remodelin’ anyways,” although Vortex is totally pouting at the lack of partying. He likes partying. Partying with dead corpses was extra fun corpse partying! “Sooo, you’re the brand spankin’ new fellow, huh?” the gray mech asks, eyeing Gigatron contemplatively as he idly juggles Thrust's head between his hands. He’s probably getting his hands a bit messy, but that doesn’t terribly bother him too much.
Ooo, dem hips! Vortex doesn’t say anything, but he does make a low whistle of visual appreciation and leers at your hips, Rampage. He leers at you quite leeringly! Because he is a bit of a creepy person like that.
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Post by Overlord on Jun 27, 2011 19:53:55 GMT -5
Overlord doesn't really understand what women are. He knows that Arcee is a murdering obsessive sociopath, but so is Overlord, and that doesn't make him female! Rampage also appears to be a murdering obsessive sociopath, to judge by the way he carries himself, which just muddies the situation further.
Overlord just knows that something about robot mode makes Rampage feel self-conscious and is therefore an exploitable weakness. Vortex appears to be doing said exploiting right this moment, with that leer. Overlord chooses to poke at something different, then, asking, "How did you come to be leashed?"
No one like them gives up a life of taking lives to go play good soldier. It just doesn't happen.
He shrugs at Vortex's question, optics awfully flat, without a hint of lustre. "Just me and dead men."
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Jun 27, 2011 20:36:05 GMT -5
Fleetwind starts to enter the mess of a mess. Because really, what's the point of having a display like this if you don't get at least one person showing up who would actually be freaked out?
However, the moment he takes in the scene (and for all that Fleetwind is easily frightened and exists in more or less a perpetual state of terror, he does not freeze in fear, ever, as freezing gets you dead), he starts to turn around and leave.
OOC: Not out of thread yet, but will be unless prevented.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jun 28, 2011 12:22:19 GMT -5
Rampage snarls at that whistle and spins around, whipping out his Gatling cannon to point it at Vortex. Before he can fire, however, Overlord's question catches him off guard as effectively as a punch to the head. A jolt of apprehension races through him as he wonders just what Overlord knows, but is quickly quelled with the knowledge that he couldn't possibly know anything of importance, unless a certain little spider has been telling secrets.
His optics narrow and after a moment he simply says, "My Megatron was very persuasive."
Retrieving his ration from the Skywarp-themed dispenser, he takes a swig and considers that it might be a good idea to vacate the premises. There is some information that he'd rather not be tricked or pried out of him. Though that sizzle of fear that just arrived with Fleetwind is rather enticing.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jun 28, 2011 16:28:17 GMT -5
Technically, dem hips are not restricted to women! As a lot of the TF: Prime cast have shown, really.
Vortex reflexively ducks, the moment Rampage whips out his gun, cackling gleefully. Why yes, he does think the crab is having a liiiittle bit of trouble adjusting to the new look. When no shot comes however, he glances between Rampage and Gigatron, arching a proverbial brow. How curious!
“Aah, so this remodelin’ thing- some kinda hobby?” Gigatron sure did seem the type! Man, Vortex needs to make a crafting box of some sort now and put dead people parts inside it for when he’s feeling artsy. It’ll be his maaagical crafting box of magic and murder.
“Heeey!” he chirps, waving at the pastel seeker in greeting. “What’s the big rush, babe?”
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Jun 28, 2011 20:09:03 GMT -5
There is a messy splatter of fluids on the deck. Why, wonders Slugslinger, is there a messy splatter of fluids on the deck? Did somebody get into a fight without him there to exacerbate the situation? He makes a disappointed face, half his mouth pursing in an unhappy moue, and rises from his crouch. Not only is there a messy splatter, there's a trail! Intrigued, he follows the sporadic droplets without knowing if they'll lead him to the source or to an old scene.
They lead him to the rest of the body, in fact, in a crumpled heap against the bulkheads opposite the mess hall. It doesn't ring any bells, but the styling seems somewhat familiar, and he stares at it in a mixture of fascination and disgust, the way he would any corpse. The way he might roadkill. Then, masking his disdain behind a pantomimed, dramatic roll of the eyes, he carries on into the mess hall, only because he hears the conversation coming from within.
While he has seen many a bizarre and grotesque thing in his time, this beats all. He stops in the doorway. Every line of his posture, his shoulder vanes canted outward and at a slight down-angle, and nuance of his expression says he's simply pausing to take in all the sights with dumbstruck awe.
"…Ah." Every circuit in his head is screaming that only a truly twisted mind comes up with this stuff, and all he feels is a dizzying rush of terror and envy intermingled. He's about to become violently ill with horror and still, he wishes he'd thought of this first.
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Post by Overlord on Jun 30, 2011 21:05:04 GMT -5
Overlord tries to clap an affable hand on Fleetwind's shoulder, perhaps just squeezing a bit tightly if he corrects. He enthuses, "Oh, don't go! You're one of the Gillanan originals. I need to study how prolonged exposure to an alternate reality has affected your psyche. Sit."
That last is an order, somehow. He gestures to a seat at the table where Tigerhawk is mauling Makeshift.
Turning his shoulder to Rampage, his attention mostly on the cowardly Seeker, Overlord comments, almost sadly, "Megatrons usually are."
Megatrons make it look so effortless and then throw away all that they have, destroying more easily than they build. They're so frustrating and intoxicating all in one, a bittersweet liquor that scalds the tongue and leaves one weak, weary, and hungry.
He does admit to Vortex, "I have been called fond of whimsical displays." That's a euphemism if one has ever been said.
Then, turning something like an owl, neck first and all at once, and then his body following belatedly, Overlord fixes his gaze upon Slugslinger and greets, hand outstretched, "Oh, hello there. I'll get you after Fleetwind."
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Jul 1, 2011 7:35:29 GMT -5
Fleetwind gets a hand clapped on his shoulder. Sigma, it knows his name. His wings tremble faintly, but he allows himself to be guided. He even sits down when ordered. Fleetwind generally follows the leadership of whoever terrifies him the most on the basis that they are the most likely to kill him if he does not obey. Right now, Fleetwind would follow Overlord over Shockwave, Scourge, or even his own Megatron.
Of course, once a 'leader' reaches a certain level of 'probably nuckfuts crazy,' Fleetwind also begins to look for the escape route. That's what he's doing right now as he watches the room, everyone's position in it, and Overlord. Overlord very carefully, as he waits for a moment when the large robot's interest in him wanes. He doesn't answer Vortex - if Vortex cannot understand why this is a very dangerous place to be right now, Fleetwind is not going to waste the time and effort in a futile attempt to enlighten him - besides, the more people here, the more likely someone will distract 'Gigatron' and Fleetwind can make good his escape.
Still watching the other robot warily, he says very carefully, "I do not believe my psyche is overmuch changed from what it was with my arrival, sir." Same state of controlled terror it's always at, with the usual periods of "more" and "less" terror, never reaching "none." Right now is definitely a "more" period.
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