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Post by Overlord on Jun 27, 2011 20:14:20 GMT -5
Month 7, Week 4, Day 1, Ship, Rock Room, semi-private that will open later, mention of Bonecrusher done with player permission
Life is a farcical thing, because from the first flash of a spark's light, it bear within it its own demise. Life only lives so that it may later die.
Still, some beings are a bit too obvious about how destined for the chopping block they are. Certainly, with the Transformers of his reality, Overlord could rend them open, rip out a fanbelt, and use that as a choke on the primary fuel line, strangling them with their own entrails. The Transformers of Bonecrusher's reality? They're just begging to be murdered with their own pieces. If they didn't want to be chopped up, they shouldn't have been made of blades.
So Overlord spent his time on the Rock Watch leering at Bonecrusher, taking him in like a sculptor takes in a block of wood, like octane takes in a cube of energon. The shift is almost over, and no one has arrived, not even a corpse. It's disappointing. Soon, the shift relief will be coming, however.
Does Overlord want an audience? Oh, maybe. He glances sidelong at one of the security cameras, rubbing his chin in thought. He'll have an audience, no matter whether he wishes one or not. That's not in his hands. He flexes his hands, thinking about what he'll fill them with shortly.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jun 28, 2011 11:23:32 GMT -5
For his part, Bonecrusher has been dividing his time between glaring hatefully at the stupid rocks and glaring even more hatefully at his Rock Watch partner. He dislikes the look Overlord is giving him and would like nothing more than to punch him in the face and ruin his luscious lips. What does a robot need with lips anyway, let alone pretty ones? No self-respecting Decepticon from his universe would be caught with lips like that, as far as he's concerned.
But Rock Watch is almost over and he won't have to deal with Overlord and his stupid face and his irritating leering anymore. Sitting up from his lazy slouch, Bonecrusher rolls his shoulders, loosening up his joints and resettling a few panels of armor.
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Post by Overlord on Jun 30, 2011 20:25:17 GMT -5
"Have you ever cut yourself on yourself?" Overlord asks, apropos of nothing. Then he reaches over and tries to yank Bonecrusher's shoulder back into his own fork. The move is casual and not particularly malicious-seeming to judge by Overlord's facial features as he does it, which makes its violent nature all the more dissonant. Why, he'll even try to dislocate Bonecrusher's whole shoulder module if he has to.
Overlord continues innocently, "I just think it'd be very easy to trip and have a few parts brush together wrong and... oh, look, you've just chopped off a few of your own fingers. What a pity."
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jul 1, 2011 21:00:07 GMT -5
Wait, what? What? Bonecrusher is from a very violent universe. He's used to violence breaking out among the ranks. Often, he's the one that caused the trouble in the first place. He's used to leader figures with quick tempers and quick fists.
But this. This is still unexpected. He doesn't even quite register what's happening until pain wrenches through his shoulder as it's force too far back. The moment his fork touches metal, however, he jerks the 'arm' away as if stung, arching it over his shoulder like a scorpion's tail.
"The slag are you doing, you-!" Bonecrusher trails off into scalding obscenities even as he sends his fork lancing towards the hand gripping his shoulder.
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Post by Overlord on Jul 1, 2011 21:32:20 GMT -5
"I'm nailing you to the wall with your own panels," Overlord answers. He sounds tired. Isn't it obvious what he's doing?
Overlord's very, very good at hand to hand, and now that he's healed to full strength, he's very, very durable, too. Why, there have been times when he's been piled upon by twelve or more Autobots, Kup included, and he's made it all look effortless.
So Overlord lets the fork come for his hand and tries to catch it in a crushing grip, so that he may tear it in half and get the first two sets of nails that he needs. Half a fork for each wrist? That'll do, he thinks.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jul 2, 2011 23:35:40 GMT -5
"Like slag you-" Bonecrusher trails off into a wordless snarl as Overlord catches his fork, metal plates crunching slightly in his grip. He'll begin howling the moment Overlord starts to rip it apart, attacking the massive Decepticon's enragingly grabby hands with fist and claw. "Let me go, I'll kill you!"
What is even going on?!
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Post by Overlord on Jul 3, 2011 20:51:52 GMT -5
Overlord reacts to Bonecrusher's assault about as much as a stone, perhaps less. His paint is scratched. There are some little nicks and gouges in his fingers now. What a tragedy.
He does go for trying to nail Bonecrusher's wrists to the wall with fork halves. Bonecrusher's feet will be able to kick him, of course, but Overlord doesn't particularly care. Overlord's quite durable, after all, and giving an opponent no reaction can often be quite unnerving, he finds. To be an implacable, immovable object is a good step toward bogeyman status.
Overlord continues conversationally, "Slag. Mmm. That's about what you look like."
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jul 4, 2011 17:04:37 GMT -5
Bonecrusher screams abuses at Overlord as the prongs of his fork slide between the plating on his wrists, severing wires and puncturing hydraulics as they go until they embed in the more yielding metal of the wall. He thrashes, ready to just rip his arms away from the wall, and his feet kick wildly, not to attack Overlord, but to try and gain the leverage he needs to unpin himself.
"I'm going to kill you!" he howls. "I'm going to rip off you fragging lips and feed them to you!"
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Post by Overlord on Jul 6, 2011 21:24:20 GMT -5
Overlord tries a double-'tap', a snap to the neck and central support column to paralyse Bonecrusher. It'll leave him mostly intact - plenty of ugly to hang up on the wall. That'll stop that futile struggling but leave Bonecrusher free to shout those filthy imprecations all he likes.
This is not efficient, if Overlord simply wanted to kill Bonecrusher. Overlord loves pit fights. He loves drama. He loves seeing pain dragged out, stretched thin like a wire pulled and pulled until it snaps.
"No. You aren't," Overlord states flatly back.
Are the security cameras seeing all this?
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jul 9, 2011 14:15:29 GMT -5
There's a sharp surge of pain in Bonecrusher's neck and then... nothing. The pain from his pinned limbs cuts off as though it was never there, and it takes him a moment to realize that he lost all other sensation with it. He tries to keep kicking, but his legs only dangle limp and dead.
There's a moment of stunned silence as Bonecrusher comes to grip with his sudden paralysis. Then he explodes into another fit of howling and swearing, judiciously interspersed with 'HATE' and 'KILL YOU'.
Overlord just skyrocketed to the top of Bonecrusher's slag list! You've been demoted, Shockwave and Scourge.
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Post by Overlord on Jul 10, 2011 20:26:47 GMT -5
OOC: Thread is now open.
Overlord smiles beatifically as Bonecrusher howls his pain and invective. There's an absence in his optics; his mind is not here but elsewhere, far, far away in space.
He attempts to pry at some of the panels on Bonecrusher's chest, trying to snap some off to use as nails for Bonecrusher's feet. Overlord chatters companionably, "How long do you think it'll take for them to come for you? How will it feel, for you to know that you owe your life to others? That others of our killer race would give slag for your ugly carcass?"
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Post by Starscream (Movie) on Jul 10, 2011 21:31:40 GMT -5
Starscream would rather be flying down the hall at near-supersonic speed than be running, but he doesn't want to outpace Wreckage. He suspects he's going to want the Stryker with him for whatever is about to happen. He rushes down the hall, shouldering aside anyone who gets in his way.
When he gets close to the Rock Room, however, he slows down, half-converting his hands into weapons before retracting his armaments. He's in command here. He doesn't need physical force to bring a noisy dog to heel. Or if he does, he can always whip it out later. When Starscream approaches Overlord and Bonecrusher, he's stalking, not running.
"You have five seconds to explain yourself, Gigatron." It's not that he likes Bonecrusher. Bonecrusher is a massive pain in the afterburner. It's that Bonecrusher is one of his soldiers.
OOC: Mention of Wreckage with permission.
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 10, 2011 22:04:13 GMT -5
Wreckage cannot run at supersonic speeds; after all, he is not Blurr. He does put on all speed he can muster. Starscream did not explain why when he ordered Wreckage to follow, but certain things need no explaining – urgency of tone, grimness of feature. The order as Starscream gave it needed no details.
As he takes in the scene when they arrive to the rock room, Wreckage sees why the frame-jarring haste was necessary. Like Starscream, he approaches slowly, keeping exactly one and one-half steps behind the jet. Unlike Starscream, he keeps his weapons openly deployed. He finished sharpening the edges of the blades only a handful of hours ago. And seeing what has been done to Bonecrusher, he would like nothing more in this instant than to test them on Gigatron. His optic filaments pin, focusing, and a low sound – guttural, a growl that does not come from his power plant but from the pit of rage he keeps locked deep beneath layers upon layers of ice and control – rumbles through his frame, in his vocal circuits. The thin spars around his mouth draw upward in a snarl.
It is not that he loathes Gigatron; he barely knows this mechanism. He loathes what he sees; he despises this pointless maiming and injury, this mistreatment of fellow soldiers for no cause. He glances at Starscream, briefly, when the co-commander issues his ultimatum, then back to Gigatron. Five seconds.
He would rather have given nothing, but he obeys.
OOC: Mention of Starscream's order with player permission.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jul 12, 2011 18:30:02 GMT -5
Bonecrusher can't feel it as 'Gigatron' pries off pieces of his chest, but he can see it happen and it makes him swear all the louder, ignoring a spike of fear as the barrier between his spark and the world grows all the thinner.
"Frag you, you rust-sucking piece of slag!" he says in response to Overlord's questions. Overlord gets the answer to one of them soon enough, however, as Starscream and Wreckage burst into the room, and Bonecrusher's rage burns all the brighter. He hates them for seeing him like this, brought low with hardly a fight.
"Get me down!" he snarls, mindless of the fact that he can't stand if they did. "I'm gonna kill him!"
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Post by Overlord on Jul 12, 2011 21:08:19 GMT -5
Overlord coos to Bonecrusher, "There you go, Princess. There's your Prince," a glance at Starscream, "and your Knight," a look over at Wreckage.
That sorry son of a Cessna and spawn of a Stryker are just so tempting, made of all those shifting tiny panels as they are. Overlord could have such fun inventing an entirely new kind of acupuncture wherein he completely alters their 'energy flow' by peeling off those sharp little panels and inserting them into their energon lines.
However, he has actual plans. In those five seconds, Overlord scoops up about half the rocks in one large hand and explains, "Based off my study of the research on these rocks, lost souls will still arrive here... as long as you don't misplace so much as a single rock that you have left."
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