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Post by Sable Conolly on Jun 18, 2011 22:10:52 GMT -5
Month Week 4, Day 3, Shockwave's quarters, private
Some boyfriends would help their girlfriends move into their new apartments by moving heavy boxes. Scourge is a jerk, so he instead enlisted his girlfriend to help him move into his new quarters.
It's a symbolic move, to try to take over Shockwave's room for his own.
However, Scourge would also like some privacy!
So Scourge dragged Blackarachnia along, because she's handier with technology than he is, just in case they run into any technical difficulties. That's exactly it.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jun 19, 2011 19:47:38 GMT -5
Blackarachnia also wants Scourge to have more privacy- for purely unselfish reasons of course- and so is more than willing to help Scourge move into his new suite.
She takes some time to actually look around once they are inside. She's never been in Shockwave's quarters before. It's a bit surprising. Blackarachnia fully expected a very spartan, orderly, plain living space; yet on the contrary, Shockwave seems to prefer to live well. Understated, yes. Clean and orderly, yes. But well.
There is a different aesthetic here from the rest of Ship, evidence that Shockwave probably designed it himself. The interior is not painted the same purple, but done up in cool grays and sparsely applied gunmetal metallics. Calming really, after all. That. Purple. On the ceiling above the seating area is an... interesting chandelier which seems to have someone's head as a centerpiece, and the seating area itself looks rather comfortable. What seems to be a high quality energon serving set rests on a table near what is obviously Shockwave's chair, given that it is the best of the lot. Though the others are certainly not poor.
The work area is similarly well appointed, the drawers and files locked, of course. Just beyond that is a door, which probably leads to Shockwave's resting area.
"Huh. This is a lot more comfortable looking than I expected."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jun 20, 2011 21:42:14 GMT -5
Scourge has been here before. He looks up and speculates idly, "I ought to add my uncle's head up there. I wonder if Shockwave would object."
Then he sprawls himself out on that nicest of thrones and pats his lap, looking over at Blackarachnia meaningfully. Scourge is trying to get better at this whole... business.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jun 21, 2011 11:14:17 GMT -5
Blackarachnia saunters over to Scourge and boosts herself lightly into his lap. It takes a bit of adjusting to make it comfortable, what with the bustle and all, but she manages. As she tries to slip an arm around Scourge's neck, Blackarachnia considers the fact that she really hasn't enjoyed this much casual closeness with another since... well. A really long time.
She tries to walk the fingers of her other hand idly up Scourge's chest as she smirks up at him, head tilted slightly.
"Does it matter what Shockwave thinks? You're in command now, after all, and the chances of his returning are slim."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jun 23, 2011 20:23:43 GMT -5
"It matters how Shockwave thinks. He was an excellent leader. There's much I could learn from him," Scourge replies. He really did respect Shockwave, despite his frustration.
He brings hand up to the small of her back, to try to rest it there. This is all a little awkward for him, but he watched those videos Shockwave left him, and he's determined not to make a hash of it. So Scourge might end up coming off a bit cliche and corny, but at least he won't be uncertain and hesitant.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jun 24, 2011 0:38:18 GMT -5
"You miss him," she says. Statement, not question. She presses back against Scourge's hand slightly, encouragingly. Scourge is certainly being a bit more... physical than he has been previously. Blackarachnia thinks she is going to really enjoy his having this private suite.
She shifts under his hand, moving so that she is no longer sitting in his lap, but kneeling in it, balancing on those powerful thighs. This lets her rest her arms loosely on Scourge's shoulders, and, more importantly, lets her look him in the optics. Her smirk widens a little as she gives him a very appraising look, and then she leans in to try and run her lips along his jaw.
"Mmmm, you could break me, strong as you are. Never had to worry about that before," she murmurs, "It's rather exciting."
"So how do you like being in command, Scourge?"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jun 25, 2011 7:49:37 GMT -5
"Not really," Scourge muses, almost melancholy. "Pieces of him. The useful pieces."
He shifts a bit to the side and tries to reach down the side of the chair to look to see if there's any controls. If there's just some buttons he can press to control the energon cabinet, that would be excellent. If not, he should have thought this out a bit more. Order of operations: 1) get energon; 2) get woman on lap. He'll remember for next time, if there's a next time.
Scourge allows the attention, even seeming relatively receptive to it, compared to his previous skittishness. He chuckles and asks, "Oh, you're used to Autobots, are you?"
He stretches his shoulders a bit, rolling them. "I'm meant for it." He thinks. There's a little nagging uncertainty. "Command's in my code. It would have happened eventually. I just... wish it was on my own terms. I'd say this is no way to go about it, but I can't be picky. Any way to go about it is a way. Now, you. You liking it?"
Maybe not so much. Riding shotgun on the herd of crazies with death rays is not the most desirable post. Then again, Slugslinger has Duskwing. Turmoil and Barricade have it good, for a relative definition of 'good' where Counterpunch=good.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jun 25, 2011 20:16:47 GMT -5
Blackarachnia's lips still for a moment when Scourge so casually mentions her past, then continue down his jaw. She ends the caress by nipping sharply at his chin with one of her fangs.
"Not so much that," she cocks her head and smirks, "I'm just used to being the one doing the breaking."
Scourge finds the controls he was searching for relatively easily and will even find he knows the passcode for the service. The energon that the lovers now have access to is a very finely distilled vintage, more purple than pink, and very, very potent, with a dry, crisp finish.
She leans into Scourge a bit, shrugging a shoulder. "Eh, it could be worse. Being able to make them frog when I say jump is nice. But I will be more than happy to give the job back to Hook should we retrieve him."
Reaching up to caress and inspect the various bits which rise from Scourge's shoulder, dipping into the wheel-wells, she says, "You're being more attentive. Not that I'm complaining, but who's stash did you raid?" Because Scourge's lack of clue about relationships and what goes along with them has been rather obvious.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 1, 2011 19:27:19 GMT -5
She doesn't want him to bring up her past? Scourge doesn't get it, but then, he doesn't really have a past. He doesn't understand why she's not more interested in command, and the look he gives her is plainly confused. Isn't she just interested in him for his power? Why, then, would she give back Hook what is his without a fight?
Scourge does summon the energon, a scowl to his optics. Shockwave violates every fibre of Scourge's being and then gives Scourge the keys to the liquor cabinet. It's infuriating! How is this supposed to be logical?
His antennae skew a bit and he insists, "I haven't raised anything in... I don't even know." He has missed the point. "But you look very... uh, dangerous? I like the spikes. I bet you could puncture tyres with those."
Yes, compliment the woman. That is on his checklist. Scourge does mean it, though. The spikes are cool.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 2, 2011 12:45:55 GMT -5
Blackarachnia notes Scourge's confusion and wonders at it. She wants power, but power to protect herself, to achieve her own goals. She has no desire to spend her days wrangling a such a group of misfits and malcontents as she currently has under her command. And yes, she is drawn to Scourge because of his position, but there are other reasons for the attraction. Reasons that seem to be take precedence lately over her desire for status, and that fact makes her a bit uneasy.
She is reaching over to pour a drink for both herself and Scourge when the tanker makes his... rather pitiful attempt at flirtatious small talk. Blackarachnia turns and gives Scourge a questioning look, one set of optics raised much higher than the other. Then she smiles, and her expression softens, just a touch.
"You are trying, at least, and trying hard. Certainly the effort is not just for me, but I appreciate it nonetheless," she says, offering Scourge the drink she has poured.
"Thank you."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 3, 2011 20:05:44 GMT -5
Scourge sulks a bit, given that this isn't working as well as he'd hoped, but he tries to keep his attention on her and takes her words as they are offered. She's perceptive, to see that he's not just doing this for her, but he doesn't bother denying it.
Instead, Scourge takes that drink, knocks it back, and tries to take her hand. If allowed, he'll play with her fingers gently as he can and bring her hand up to his cheek.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 4, 2011 14:29:03 GMT -5
Scourge's tactics are working very well! What did he expect, for Blackarachnia to suddenly do the Transformers equivalent of ripping open her blouse and screaming, "Do me, baby!"
Wait. Scourge is basing all of this off the "educational videos" that Shockwave gave him.
Nevermind. >_>
Blackarachnia offers no resistance when Scourge take her hand, in fact she makes a small sound of encouragement at the action, curling her fingers gently along his cheek.
"You are entirely too cute when you are sulking." Like a certain blue Prime she knows.
Scourge has permission to do as he wishes with BA for the thread duration.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 8, 2011 20:07:14 GMT -5
Scourge glares a little when Blackarachnia says he's cute when he's sulking. This is, alas, just giving her what she wants. He points out, "It'd be better for me if you thought me cute when I'm pleased."
With one hand on hers, Scourge tries to brush the back of his other gauntlet up her arm, along that ebon length, along the inside of the elbow...
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 15, 2011 18:36:02 GMT -5
Her smirk widens in response to that glare, then she leans in and presses her lips against, well. Where she quite frankly wishes his were. It's her only real complaint about him as a beau, that he isn't from a proper reality with retractable battlemasks.
"Oh, I imagine I'd find you cute when you're pleased. However, you're usually some combination of angry and sulking. If you suddenly became the picture of contentment, I think I might be afraid."
Blackarachnia pulls back enough so the she can watch that slow slide of metal against... whatever she's actually made of.
"Though it would seem that I please you, at least."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 20, 2011 19:53:41 GMT -5
Scourge could tear off Optimus's face and get it installed, but that would just be creepy.
"You ought to be afraid," Scourge growls softly, "though you please well enough for now."
He tries to fit that hand under her shoulder, to lift her up a bit, so he can nuzzle down and down her chest...
OOC: Skip?
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