Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 24, 2011 21:35:35 GMT -5
Bow chickka wow wow - *deep voice* timeskip
At some point during the Not Suitable for Television segment, Blackarachnia and Scourge changed locales from the sitting room to the sleeping room. Currently, they are sprawled across the room's very ample berth. Blackarachnia is propped up on one elbow, one hand resting gently on Scourge's chest as she looks down at his sleeping form.
Her helmet is sitting on a small table near the berth, testament to some impressive powers of persuasion on the tanker's part as she seldom removes it. There's an odd sort of smile on her lips and a softness around her eyes. Pleased certainly, a tad wistful- content... it is an expression no one in this place has ever seen on Blackarachnia before.
She recognizes the danger she's in. She's spent more of her life feared than loved, and what Scourge offers can't possibly be love. That doesn't change the longing for it in her spark that the tanker has evoked.
Eventually, she gives into impulse, and leans down to rather sweetly kiss Scourge's cheek before twisting to try and slide out of the berth.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 25, 2011 21:39:49 GMT -5
Without the helmet, Blackarachnia has little antennae-thingies! Scourge's antennae are out in the open where anyone can grab them. Taking off the helmet was just the decent thing to do!
The kiss gets a stir out of Scourge, but the Sleeping Beauty allusions can take a hike. His fingers clench and twitch ominously.
Hng, what did he do? Why does his head hurt? Where is he?
Scourge's optics flicker.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 26, 2011 11:25:20 GMT -5
As Scourge shifts on the berth, Blackarachnia pauses next to it. She reaches over and tries to run a finger along Scourge's cheek. Hopefully, his reaction won't be to try and break her arm.
"Welcome back," she murmurs before turning to reach for her helmet, "Feeling all right?"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 31, 2011 20:52:14 GMT -5
Scourge tenses a bit, sitting up into a defensive posture, and he grudgingly admits, "I think... I need to use the simulation room."
That's a bit of a weird reaction, but he really, really wants to go wreck something right now. Ultra Magnus or Rodimus Prime would be nice, but he's stuck in space, so he can't have that.
Then Scourge remembers his 'educational materials'. He stands stiffly and says aloud, "I should get you a drink."
Fetching breakfast is the classy thing to do.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 31, 2011 23:16:32 GMT -5
Helmet back in place (and with it her emotional armor), Blackarachnia smirks as Scourge shifts from wanting to break things to offering her a drink. She chuckles before leaning in to kiss his cheek again.
"I don't need a drink, Scourge, but thank you. I need to get back to my lab and check on some cultures, though. It's a time sensitive experiment...,"
"I can come back later, if you want," she asks "But I really do need to go."
With one last attempt at a kiss, Blackarachnia will try and take her leave.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Aug 2, 2011 21:56:32 GMT -5
"Yes, of course, another time," Scourge mumbles, unsure what to do now that his sure fire plan of offering her a drink has failed. Trying to take control of the situation back, he turns his face to try to give her a nuzzle to return that kiss before she goes.
The simulation room. He needs to go there as soon as she's out of the room, so she won't see how he shakes. Scourge needs to break something.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Aug 7, 2011 15:30:13 GMT -5
Blackarachnia leaves. Unfortunately, Scourge is not yet alone.
From behind him comes a familiar voice, "I confess I did not expect the relationship between you two to progress to such a level. How did you find the experience?"
The real Shockwave would have asked the same, at least, so perhaps there is some comfort for Scourge in the question. Probably not.
No need to go to the sim room for an opponent Scourge. The sim room comes to you.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Aug 10, 2011 21:30:42 GMT -5
Scourge stares blearily at what he is going to assume is holo-Shockwave, because Scourge does not think that voyeurism is real-Shockwave's kink.
His reply is a simple growl of, "Get out."
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Post by Victoria Raines on Aug 13, 2011 19:50:28 GMT -5
Holo-Shockwave's answer is equally as simple.
"Did you not wish an opponent?"
The construct stands there, waiting on his answer.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Aug 14, 2011 21:12:57 GMT -5
"I don't want you," Scourge growls, trying to push past the solid light construct. He could just walk around, but he doesn't want to. Scourge has a point to make here, and the solid light construct is getting on his last wire.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Aug 16, 2011 22:27:56 GMT -5
Not-Shockwave does not give ground when Scourge attempts to body check him; rather, the construct goes intangible until the tanker passes. Once Scourge is through, the hologram turns to follow him.
"Why? I represent a figure more powerful then yourself, and therefore represent a challenge for you. I represent a figure with whom you have extreme frustration. Logically, I would be the ideal vent for your frustration."
The construct's voice is as even as Shockwave's ever was, but there is a thread of almost... puzzlement running through the words.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Aug 17, 2011 21:16:46 GMT -5
Scourge's hands clench into fists of rage. This angel born in hell does not turn but decisively takes a step forward, showing the hologram is back, reeking of arrogance and dissatisfaction.
He says sharply, "You can take your logic and oil your every screw with it."
Scourge didn't ask for the hologram. He told it to go away. Now he's going to ignore the thing until it goes away and proceed to the training room instead of the simulation room. There's a training dummy, and if Blackarachnia gives him a tongue-lashing for putting it through a bulkhead, he'll be happy to tell her that he can throw her through walls instead if she'd prefer.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Aug 20, 2011 12:54:56 GMT -5
"I am a hologram. I do not have screws to oil."
Shockwave would understand the point, and thus dimly, perhaps, the construct might. It is however, still a logic program, and thus it responds in a logical manner.
Not-Shockwave watches Scourge walk away and considers the logic problem now presented by the tanker. Finally he says, "Scourge, you can not undo your kindness to her by visiting violence upon the inanimate- or animate for that matter. You have a valuable asset in your corner; I would be wary of squandering it."
He does not move to stop the tanker from leaving again.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Aug 20, 2011 22:59:35 GMT -5
"Her. Or you? Or both," Scourge says, dangerously flatly.
Oh, slag it all. The hologram wants a fight? Fine. It wins. The hologram can have a fight.
The Sword of Fury appears in Scourge's hands, wound back like a baseball bat, about chest high, and is promptly reversed to be point-side out at holo-Shockwave. In a brief, brutal lunge, Scourge tries to bury the point deep in holo-Shockwave's abdomen.
He hates holo-Shockwave. He hates giving in. He hates.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Aug 21, 2011 13:18:36 GMT -5
The construct looks down at the sword buried in his abdomen. This is well before Overlord's little gift is given, and so this imitation of Shockwave can not truly feel pain. He could have avoided the stroke, yes, or made himself insubstantial, but why?
Scourge has the need to destroy something. This construct was created to aide Scourge, even if the construct has technically lived past its expiration date. So Scourge may destroy this false Shockwave- or attempt to do so.
"Yes," he answers.
The construct attempts to tilt his canon arm and fire a blast in an attempt to sever Scourge's hand from his arm.
Wait they are not in the sim room. So is this live, or is this Memorex?
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