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Post by Needlenose on Sept 19, 2011 17:08:40 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Flame due to time out.
Needlenose looks up at Scourge enters, which, of course, brings Flame to his attention as well. One antenna is cocked slightly to the left - while he certainly can't fault anyone for including him in their list of favorite people, and it's his understanding that Blackarachnia is very favorite these days... Flame? Seriously? He inclines his head. "Heya, boss. Just poking around Blackarachnia's growing collection of ex-boyfriend bodies!"
He succeeds in pulling up the visual buffer, and plays a scene from Optimus's point of view. He and... is that supposed to be a Seeker? Are fighting over an orange box of some sort. The box starts to open and the scene explodes into white light. "Hnh!" Needlenose exclaims, then replays it again, shifting to show Blackarachnia. "Would that be your Starscream?"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Sept 22, 2011 12:11:59 GMT -5
"Ah, you don't want to add their heads to the chandelier?" Scourge inquires, perfectly seriously. Sure, it's not as good as if he killed them himself, but they'd still be neat trophies. Then he considers her mention of extreme makeover and how she's looking at the car body, and then he suggests, "If you're ditching the spider mode, why don't you go for the semi-cab shell? The car looks kind of fragile."
Also, then she could have a trailer, and she'd have so many axles! Delicious, sexy axles for Scourge to play with!
This is, of course, a horrendously mixed and insensitive message for Scourge to give, that he thinks she'd be better off in her dead ex-boyfriend's body than her own old dead body, but Scourge is not thinking about that right now. He's just thinking about axles and hotness.
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Post by Needlenose on Sept 22, 2011 22:31:51 GMT -5
OOC: Changing rotation places with BA by request. Posing of BA by request.
Scourge's words stun both Needlenose and Blackarachnia, though Needlenose recovers first.
He looks up, optics wide, antennae slanted back slightly, giving him a nervous look. "You... want your girlfriend to... put her mind in the body of... an alternate reality version of your 'father'?"
Needlenose looks at Blackarachnia, then at Optimus's body, then back at Scourge. "With all due respect, Lord Scourge," and his tone actually is very respectful, the tone of someone who feels compelled to offer an unfortunate opinion to the one they serve, "that's wrong on more levels than I'm able to count to, and given that I count with a highly advanced computer processor, that's quite a few levels." Of course, all Transformers count with computer processors, but Needlenose's manage to support his engineering and design work, which seems to suggest that they're still better than most.
He unplugs the datapad from Optimus's head - hopefully Blackarachnia saw what he was talking about, but if not, it's now on file. Then he walks around the table towards Sentinel's body.
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Post by Flame on Sept 23, 2011 10:24:32 GMT -5
For a very long moment, Flame considers keeping his mouth shut. Not out of any concern for Blackarachnia's sensitivities after Scourge's commentary, but in fear of reprisal from Needlenose and Scourge – worse still, Spinister later on, because Spinister always finds out – should what he says be deemed insubordinate. He could even have restrained himself, to a degree, had she only been discussing reanimating the corpses as complete and utter abominations. But she had to get cosmetics involved. He draws himself up stiffly as he turns to leave and carry on with his assigned task, regretting all the same that he let himself be distracted.
"What I did," he says with great dignity and thinly-veiled disgust and outrage, "I did to save lives. You, commander," a title he has settled on since this gender business is confusing at best, "are neither irreparably wounded nor dying. And any amateur can automate corpses." He doesn't bother going into how the thought of that procedure makes him feel physically ill at its sheer abhorrence. Still ramrod-straight in his indignation, he gives them all a stilted nod as he reaches the doorway. "If you'll excuse me, sirs, I should return to my work."
That allergy won't cure itself, after all. And he has test subjects still waiting.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 26, 2011 21:45:23 GMT -5
Blackarachnia did see what Needlenose was attempting to show her. However, she is struck dumb by Scourge's suggestion. The spider stares at her lover, mouth agape, a mixture of astonishment, distaste, and no small amount of hurt in her expression.
She still has not manged to regain her voice when Flame goes all holier-than-thou on her. In a blink, she leaps the table fully intent on slamming her claws into the other scientist and pinning him to the wall.
"You!" she cries, "You dare to pass judgement on me? You have no understanding of my situation, no idea what wounds I carry! That body on that table is mine, uncorrupted, unsullied by organic taint. Mine from before those damnable Primes left me to die! I have tried everything to cleanse my body, everything to regain my true seeming, and nothing as worked!"
"Now I have the chance to be as I once was without being what I once was. The organic taint cannot possibly hold me after such a transfer. The compatibility should not be at all in question."
The last is said with almost fanatical emphasis, almost as if she is trying to convince herself. She rages, and will certainly cause Flame pain if she were able to catch him, but she is also crying, hot tears streaming down her face.
She does not look at Scourge, choosing to vent all her anger and pain on Flame for now. It cuts her, burns her, that Scourge apparently finds Optimus more attractive than she ever was.
She will make them live again, and then she will take great delight in murdering them over and over....
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Post by Sable Conolly on Sept 28, 2011 17:10:31 GMT -5
Antennae laid back in annoyance, Scourge reminds Needlenose, "She's the one that asked out the alternate reality son of her ex-boyfriend in the first place. Anyway, she'd look more like... me."
That's the crux of it. Scourge doesn't think Optimus is prettier than Blackarachnia. Scourge thinks Scourge is prettier than Blackarachnia. There are issues here, but they're not the issues that people are thinking they are.
But all of this apparently gives the scientists mental breakdowns, as Flame apparently has a moral objection to cosmetic surgery and Blackarachnia wants to object to Flame's objection by putting holes in him. Scourge slaps his hand to the side of his helm and radios Needlenose, //Why are we always the only reasonable ones in a room?//
Seriously, Onslaught and Starscream had their own little piston-waving contest not that long ago, and now Blackarachnia's going off on Flame. Why are the fop who joined a war of aggression out of petty spite and the guy with anger management issues not the ones causing all the drama? Scourge feels this is manifestly unfair.
In his best commanding voice, Scourge directs, "Flame. Not all sicknesses are physical. As you can see, Blackarachnia is a danger to herself and others. If she takes off someone's head," possibly Flame's, at this rate, "because she feels trapped in a body she doesn't identify with, and you could have put her in a more acceptable body... well, just whose fault is that, then?"
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Post by Needlenose on Sept 29, 2011 18:43:43 GMT -5
Needlenose is in the process of prying off Sentinel's helmet when suddenly, Flame is storming off and Blackarachnia is attacking him. He looks up, optics wide and antennae drooped back against his head. And then Scourge radios him.
He have several instinctive responses, and immediately dismisses all of them as liable to get him shot at. The fact that he doesn't use any of them might seem to support Scourge's hypothesis that he is, indeed, reasonable. Instead, he goes with the fairly lame reply of, // I've got nooooo idea, Lord Scourge. //
He then attempts to ignore the fight and get back to work. With nimble fingers, he finishes removing the helmet and inserts the cable attached to the datapad. He tilts his head and narrow his optics as he tries to work out what he's seeing. Finally, he says out loud, "There's absolutely nothing in his head! And I know that sounds like the opening of a joke, and hey, we can probably use it like that later, but I'm being serious! His hard drive, active memory modules, all of it... he's completely wiped clean!"
The others are probably too busy with their drama to pay attention, but if he has to repeat himself, that's all right. He loves the sound of his own voice.
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Post by Flame on Oct 6, 2011 14:00:31 GMT -5
Flame clumsily sidesteps Blackarachnia's dramatic lunge, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process and catching himself with one hand on the door frame. Her tearful tirade garners little more than a flat stare after he whips around and upright again. Is she really arguing unseen wounds? Trauma? he wonders, most of the words babbling over his audio sensors like so much white noise. He has seen more than his share of mental wounds, his own and others'. Abruptly, his face alters; he looks on her with sympathy and pity as the understanding brings a wave of lucidity. He shakes his head. Scourge's advice makes sense, but….
"Putting her in that body won't repair her," he says quietly, almost sadly, ignoring Blackarachnia now in favour of the higher-ranking officer. "One supposes it might, but it won't. She'll be just as full of little holes and cracks on the inside as ever." He knows; he's no less broken for his rebuilt body, and in this brief spell of clarity, he can realise that. "A full wipe of the memory core, perhaps," he goes on, "starting over from default settings, might revert the damage." Ah, but then she wouldn't be herself; she wouldn't be Blackarachnia any longer, she'd be the self that matches the nameless body. "Something like that unfortunate fellow," he adds after Needlenose's outburst.
He falls silent while he ponders options; it makes his processors throb, this cognisance, this finding logic strings and glimmers of comprehension amid the naked, broken pieces. It hurts, makes his audio sensors ring on a painful, inaudible level, like a sonic grenade going off inside his head. He feels abruptly sick.
Then the moment passes and he looks around, anxious again, corners of his mouth downturned and dull optics pinched in a pensive expression. He looks from Needlenose to Scourge to Blackarachnia to his own hands, fingers tightly interlocked. So he couldn't grab his head and tear it off, comes the faint thought, whipping away in the storm that is his mind before he can snatch it back and find out what it means.
"What was I doing?" he asks. "I – oh. Yes, the allergen tests. I wanted to let you know that I'm proceeding." He bobs his head in a deferential nod. "I'll maintain detailed records to be submitted at the end of each day while testing goes on and if I find anything of immediate import, I'll apprise you accordingly." He punctuates with a second nod, then deed follows word and he removes himself from the room.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Oct 7, 2011 12:28:45 GMT -5
Needlenose's exclamation likely saves Flame from serious harm and causes Blackarachnia to whirl on her heels, stalk over to Sentinel Prime's body, and try to snatch the datapad from the Mayhem.
"Impossible! My- her power shouldn't be capable...that means...."
If she was allowed to grab the datapad from Needlenose, she slams it back into his hands. Turning back to Elita-1's body, she hooks in her own datapad into her dead self, jabbing at it as line upon line scrolls across the screen. What she reads makes her angrier and more frustrated.
"It can't- she couldn't be... No!" Blackarachnia flings the datapad across the room, heedless of who it might hit, and collapses to her knees. She covers her face with her hands, sobbing. It's melodramatic and over the top, but then, her characterization trends toward such things, from time to time.
From behind her hands comes the muffled plea to Scourge and Needlenose to "Get out."
"It can be fixed," she murmurs so softly it might not be audible, "It has to be fixed...."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Oct 9, 2011 15:09:55 GMT -5
"Security measure?" Scourge aside quickly to Needlenose. Maybe that is why Sentinel's totally wiped?
He crosses his arms and says flatly, "A core wipe is unacceptable." Come on, the woman is ex-Autobot! Wipe her and boot her back up and they'll get some snivelling little girl who wants her teacher-bot to tell her propaganda lies about how Ultra Magnus won the war by himself: useless.
Scourge looks to Needlenose and continues, voice still flat, "No one orders me. However, I was only passing by." He adds, just to Needlenose on the radio, //Watch her over the security cameras. Make sure she doesn't do anything unwise.//
Then he is gone.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Needlenose on Oct 9, 2011 21:12:38 GMT -5
Needlenose's antennae fall back on his head as Flame calms down, suggests core-wiping Blackarachnia, and leaves, Blackarachnia has a break down, and... he gets stuck with the responsibility of making sure she doesn't do anything crazy - well, crazier than the last several minutes?
And he's honestly not sure what just happened here.
He shrugs. "They're your projects." He turns and heads towards the door, then hesitates. "Though, uhm, you might want to be careful about advertising your buttons. You know plenty of folks around here can't resist pushing them when they're on display." Needlenose really has no intention of it, not unless it becomes necessary to keep her loyal or similar, but things like this get around.
Then Needlenose leaves, heading towards one of the security rooms. He can watch the monitors while reviewing the data on his tablet.
OOC: Out of thread. Thread end?
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Post by Tasha Walker on Oct 12, 2011 10:55:08 GMT -5
Blackarachnia continues to sob quietly as she is left alone. Perhaps a part of her aches that no one offers her comfort, but she would never admit to a wanting that is so Autobot.
Eventually, she recovers herself, rises, and locks the door to her lab. Needlenose and Scourge needn't have worried. She isn't going to do anything stupid. But she does throw herself into her work with a fanatical fervor.
It may well be days- maybe even weeks- before she comes out of the lab again.
Stick a fork in it
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