Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
Improving. Honest!
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Post by Misfire on Aug 13, 2011 20:17:06 GMT -5
Misfire's wrist is grabbed and he is slung. Misfire does try to resist the motion, and he also tries to jerk the blade back in more toward Scourge's body, but the jet still winds up on the floor.
Ought to bring the sim room floor flowers later, Aimless snickers inside Misfire's head, You're getting more action from it than you've had in years.
Shut UP, Aimless
As he gets to his feet, Misfire asks, "Lord Scourge were you... brought online this skilled, or did you have to perfect your technique?"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Aug 14, 2011 21:16:19 GMT -5
"I was protoformed this way," Scourge answers curtly, looking over at Misfire on the floor. "Some of Megatron's own code is within me. Not to say that I don't practise..."
He stalks over to try to adjust Misfire's grip. Blade's not the point of this session, but if Misfire ever steals a sword off an Autobot, he ought to know how to hold it properly.
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Misfire
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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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Post by Misfire on Aug 20, 2011 16:04:18 GMT -5
Misfire mutters, "That explains a lot." At least, since he is from an earlier reality, Misfire is spared the horror of picturing Scourge dancing in en pointe stilettos and wearing barely-there clothing while signing a popular pop song. His player, however, is not spared and so shares the horror with all.
Misfire offers no resistance as Scourge adjust his grip. "I do appreciate your taking the time with me, sir. I have wondered if it is worth it; all the practice over the years has not improved my aim. It has made me wonder if my programming is not set so as to inhibit my ability to learn."
Except that he can learn other things. Like flight tricks. And that there's no such thing as taking advantage in a fight with another Decepticon.
He tries to hook his leg around Scourge, utilizing a throw designed to help counter a much larger opponent. Given Misfire's luck, he'll probably just wind up on the floor. In pain. Again.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Aug 23, 2011 15:54:03 GMT -5
OOC: Fade out on more training unless you have any other points you'd like to hit?
"I was in combat a few minutes after," Scourge adds absently. Being protoformed in the middle of a fight is the way to go!
"If training you's not worth my time, I'll just take that time back out of you later," Scourge adds absently, tossing out a threat as casually as he steps back and away from the hook. He then tries to slam his heel down on Misfire's extended ankle, to crack it.
"I've noticed that, how some of us are built or protoformed with congenital weaknesses that no training or rebuild can remedy." Not Scourge, clearly! He's the peak of physical perfection! He tilts his head thoughtfully. "Your Targetmaster. An attempt at fixing your problem?"
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Misfire
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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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Post by Misfire on Aug 23, 2011 18:41:40 GMT -5
Misfire's ankle snaps and he falls, barely stifling a cry of very real pain. Still, he rolls as he falls, trying to put some distance between himself and Scourge- and to maintain his hold on the tanker's primary weapon.
"Ah, well, hmm," Misfire scratches the back of his head as he rolls to his knees, "I wasn't exactly privy to Scorponock's reasoning, Lord Scourge, but that is possible. He picked us all with reason, I'm sure. I only know that I was often regarded well for my loyalty and scouting abilities, if nothing else."
He braces himself for another attack.
Fade is fine by me. Feel free to lock and toss.
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