Overlord
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Post by Overlord on Jul 23, 2011 14:51:49 GMT -5
As long as he gets the survey, Overlord'll let Fleetwind go. Should he make Rampage do a survey, too? Rampage hasn't been here as long. Hmm...
"Certainly," he replies smoothly to Hellbender, at the insistence that Hellbender will check all that. "It lasts until [Month 7, Week 4, Day 1]. I'll need you to fill out this questionnaire, too." He tries to hand Hellbender one.
Hellbender was pulled from Unicron's attack, almost died, was rebuilt into an alien body, spent some time not able to transform, got his ability to transform back, but still isn't a proper flier. That ought to be interesting to see what that did or did not do to Hellbender's perceptions.
"Yes?" Overlord does not care one way or the other what Hellbender has figured out about him, but he supposes that a response is expected for this act.
..does Overlord even want to know what's going on with Vortex and Rampage? Lil'... squirmers? (Where can he buy some of those? Stalker would have loved that, infecting prisoners with horrible parasites.)
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
Twined Elf
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Post by Fleetwind on Jul 23, 2011 19:50:01 GMT -5
Fleetwind, escape!
The little yellow Seeker attempts to hurry out of the room. The question is if someone will intercept him on the way out.
Should Overlord bother to read the Seeker's reply, he may find it interesting how... calculated the replies are, despite the fact that he was obviously just shy of a state of absolute terror the whole time he filled it out.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jul 25, 2011 21:50:59 GMT -5
Rampage's hand clenches tightly around his cube of energon as Vortex mentions the Incident. Vortex can make him very uncomfortable about it. It is a touchy subject for him. However, he straight-up freezes in disbelief at the second half of Vortex's comment, needing a moment to process just what Vortex is accusing him of.
When it finally clicks, he promptly thrusts himself to his feet and attempts to smash his cube into Vortex's face, because the 'copter so did not just imply that he went through several weeks of highly embarrassing torment as a result of bedding some alien on Pz-Zazz. He never even set foot on Pz-Zazz, let alone-! "Graugh!"
Maybe if he's lucky the slagging cube will even explode.
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Hellbender
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Mecha-Shai-Hulud
"Seriously."
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Post by Hellbender on Jul 26, 2011 14:44:06 GMT -5
Hellbender takes the flimsy and glances at it briefly. Why can't Overlord make this an online questionnaire? Does he like being as annoying as possible--right, yes, he does.
"Fine. See that it's cleaned up by then. Ah'm sure you can find someone to manage that little work detail," Hellbender rumbles, waving the questionnaire at Overlord for emphasis. "Ah'll get this back to you when Ah'm done with it. Got a few things ahead of it in the queue."
"You didn't know any Decepticon artists back home." *
The dark worm-former turns as if to leave, questionnaire clutched between two massive fingers.
--- *Hellbender's player has completely forgotten whatever insane insight she meant to have him say, so this will have to do instead.
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Slugslinger
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And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Jul 28, 2011 7:54:11 GMT -5
Fleetwind faces no opposition from Slugslinger, despite how hilarious it would be to delay the pastel putz when he blatantly wants to be as far from here as possible. He does give Fleetwind a brief but serious, questioning glance as he lets him pass; he wants to ask about the questionnaire later. After all, he hasn't been round long enough (on-screen, anyway) to warrant one and he's curious after how, exactly, it reads.
But that's all Fleetwind gets, because Slugslinger is distracted by the spectacle Rampage and Vortex have started up just at the other end of the table. He snickers over the dashed cube of fuel – then, in the belated way of someone too dim to react in proper time, he seems to realise what a problem this is for him if that cube happens to detonate. Of course, he knows exactly what a risk it poses, from burns to shrapnel to concussive damages; he just doesn't look like it. Neglecting to check for whom or what is behind him, he backs away from the table with a vague look of uncertainty and apprehension for his crabby roommate and the crazy copter.
"Hey," he calls after Hellbender with just the right blend of hesitation and bravado, as if trying to put up the front that he isn't actually, suddenly scared for his prospects, "hold up a second. I gotta talk to you about somethin'!" But rather than make Hellbender come back and position himself so that any explosions or shots fired have the big brute to go through before they get to Slugslinger, the jet goes to pursue.
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Overlord
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Post by Overlord on Jul 28, 2011 20:55:52 GMT -5
Overlord will read Fleetwind's reply, later, and when he does, that show of control from Fleetwind will make him wonder.
Meanwhile, do Rampage and Vortex need to get a room?
"Slog left the prison system before I came to work there," Overlord says absently. This is true. However, he won't be cleaning this up, because the end date he just quoted is the day that he'll nail Bonecrusher to a wall.
Hmm, he thinks he will be going shortly. Sightless optics can still watch, after all. There'll be video to review at his leisure.
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
Twined Elf
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Post by Fleetwind on Jul 28, 2011 21:43:30 GMT -5
Escape, successful!
Fleetwind is out of the thread.
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Jul 29, 2011 11:57:00 GMT -5
Duskwing brushes past Fleetwind as he rushes into the room, head down, not really looking around. He's here to get his rations and go before someone gets a notion to assign more duty watches or work details. There's a nice comfy lounge and some video games waiting for him on the other side of the ship, and it would be rude to keep them waiting.
He skids to a stop, staring at the macabre display made of Skywarp and the energon dispensor, then backs up three steps, optics widening, mouth open, hands twitching spasmodically. Duskwing looks around and suddenly notices the rest of the display, and his optics open even wider, an expression of pure horror on his face.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Aug 1, 2011 16:47:31 GMT -5
Oh, so Gigs gets to redecorate the place with corpses, but Vortex can’t get Rampage all hot and bothered? Eesh!
Vortex breaks into fresh peels of laughter as he dodges the cube. If he hadn’t been aiming for exactly this sort of reaction, there’d definitely have been a half-faced helicopter in the infirmary for the day. “Did I say somethin’ wrong, darlin’?” he coos, cheerfully dancing out of reach and getting ready in case Rampage tries to toss the cube.
And then Duskwing comes in. Today was awesome!
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Aug 4, 2011 9:55:25 GMT -5
Rampage snarls at Vortex's taunt. He'd like nothing more than to chase after the Decepticon and beat him into submission and drive home the point that he does. Not. Mention. The Incident. Ever. However, he's no beserker, unlike some of their troops, and continuing this attack is likely to be more trouble than it's worth, whether or not he actually manages to hit Vortex.
With a growl, he tosses back the rest of his ration and drops back into beast mode, ready to scuttle away. Maybe he'll be less interesting to the irritating 'copter without his hips in full view- and oh look, there's his other roommate. Yep, definitely getting out of here ASAP.
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Hellbender
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Mecha-Shai-Hulud
"Seriously."
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Post by Hellbender on Aug 4, 2011 11:09:41 GMT -5
Hellbender is leaving. He's had enough of Overlord's company for now, and ditto for the rest of the yahoos. People freaking out over bad Slogist art isn't his problem right now. If Slugslinger really wants to talk to Hellbender, there's a nice hall right outside, and the jet has legs.
Once out in the hall, Hellbender pauses for half a second. "What?"
--- Heading out-of-thread after Slugslinger's reply. Or into a different thread if conversation is intended.
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Overlord
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Post by Overlord on Aug 6, 2011 22:33:37 GMT -5
Duskwing's reaction is rather telling, Overlord thinks. There's a career thugs of the lowest order. Surely Duskwing has seen death and brutality before, but this makes Duskwing completely flip his lid. What past trauma caused this revulsion?
Perhaps that Slog Hellbender kept prattling about?
But he was leaving, wasn't he? So Overlord leaves Duskwing to his horror and Rampage and Vortex to their defective flirting.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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Slugslinger
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And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 8, 2011 6:51:31 GMT -5
OOC: Wow, sorry guys, I completely lost track of this one. Fade soon?
As Slugslinger trots up to Hellbender, slowing to a walk, then finally to a stop there just outside the door – and what grand placement, keeping anyone who hasn't already left jammed up with the art display unless they want to shove two officers around! Hellbender, you glorious eldritch horror, you – where he leans toward the big tunneller in conspiratorial fashion. Not that he does so in anything resembling a subtle fashion; it's clear he's talking about someone and making a mockery of the fine art of discretion.
Though not too bad. For all he knows, his incompetence could land him in charge of Intel since command wants him dead or otherwise out of the way.
"I think that Gigatron fellow's got a loose cowling somewhere," he says to Hellbender in a hoarse stage whisper, "if you know what I mean."
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 8, 2011 7:57:11 GMT -5
Duskwing's face twists unpleasantly from a gape of horror to a vicious snarl. "I HATE FRAGGIN' ART!"
His guns snap up and fire, double-pumping laser bolts into the Makeshift-Tigerhawk diorama, not stopping until it's a laser-scored, smoking run. "SLOG BETTER NOT FRAGGIN' BE HERE, 'CAUSE IMA GONNA FRAG HIM! SLAG YOU FRAGGING ARTISTS IN THE PITS!"
Optics brightly incarnadine with half-demented rage, Duskwing whirls and launches a clutch of cluster bombs at the remains of Skywarp strung up on the energon dispenser. His voice drops unexpectedly from his howls of rage to a low curse, "An' 'specially frag the fraggin' rust-scaled, glitch-brained, loose-bolted, gormless piece of dross that did dat to one of Ours. Frag him wit' a photon missile in his exhaust an' den tell Megatron he's the guy that sold 'em out to the 'Bots."
He lowers his guns to his side with a crash and stomps out, the half-mad fury first spawned by Rodimus-3's evil Matrix still alight in his eyes. Right now, Duskwing doesn't care who he shoves past to leave, either.
--- Out-of-thread unless stopped
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Aug 11, 2011 8:50:25 GMT -5
“Aww, babe, where ya goin’?” Vortex pouts, spreading his hands most beseechingly as he watches Rampage drop into beast mode. The hips wasn’t what made you interesting, darling! Although it did significantly help.
And then Duskwing looses all his screws and starts blasting the place up. Oh dear! Vortex watches the seeker rant and rave and shoot, cube still in hand and metaphorical brows raised. Wow, this guy sure didn’t like art. Or Slog, whoever that was. He casually leans on a table, pulling a siphon out of his wrist as he watches Skywarp explode rather brilliantly.
After that, the lunch hall appeared to be emptying out, aaaall except for him. Alone with the mutilated corpses and the exploded energon dispenser, the helicopter shrugs and sits down to review what he’d learned today.
OOC: Fade is okay here!
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