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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Oct 19, 2011 13:24:27 GMT -5
If this continues they will all be left blind!
"Oh, please, Brawl! You could not curb stomp a rusted wreck on the side of the road!" Onslaught retorts and quickly jolts his head away, narrowly missing the foot that comes crushing down.
Vortex' little speech does something that rarely happens, however. It leaves Onslaught uncertain. The commander looks at the insubordinate, the gears in his head turning, processing this situation and his words. There is...Something deep inside him that understands, but the click doesn't happen, like something is blocking it. Like something is not allowing him to make that connection. But he realizes that something is troubling Vortex enough to question him, and even if he does not understand why exactly, it is still enough to act on. "I am surprised that you ask that, Vortex."
With a grunt Onslaught tries to roll away from Brawl and get up to his feet, but even during this he keeps talking. "I could have abandoned you two after learning that you have been compromised. But I did not, because we are a unit. We are the Combaticons. No matter what happens, nothing will ever change that."
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Heavy Metal Accident
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Post by Brawl on Oct 19, 2011 20:50:50 GMT -5
"Hold still, slaggit!" Brawl growls as his foot connects with the floor with a resounding clang, rather than the satisfying crunch that Onslaught's head would no doubt have produced.
Of course, when everyone suddenly gets all serious, even Brawl can't help but notice. "Did I miss something?" he asks. "Do we need to bust out so I can get my gun?" Of course he doesn't have his gun with him, he's brigged! "Whaddayou mean what are we supposed to do with him? Of course we're the Combaticons! Someone clue me in on the joke before I hafta hurt somebody!"
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Oct 21, 2011 7:36:27 GMT -5
Vortex laughs darkly at Onslaught’s words. “Y’know, I’m seriously giving more thought to just blowing your dense head open just to stop with the annoying team speeches,” he snorts... but lowers the gun. Onslaught answered a lot of things. What was left now was simply a lot of time to seethe; at the mistakes they’d made, at Onslaught, at being shackled all over again.
“Brawl, sometimes I envy your cluelessness,” he mutters to his teammate. It would certainly be a lot less of a headache than trying to deal with their leader’s stupidly complicated logic at times. Or just plain trying to find it right about now because nothing at moment made much sense.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Oct 22, 2011 16:36:25 GMT -5
Now that Brawl is distracted, it is safe for Onslaught to climb back up. A task that is surprisingly difficult when you're suffering from broken-glass-vision. Once the Combaticon commander is standing he turns to Vortex, the shattered glow of his optic band narrowing in a threatening way as he steps closer, jabbing a finger into the heli's chest. "I? Dense? Has it occurred to you, Vortex, that I am holding these 'constant speeches' because you have turned into a cantankerous, petulant, emotional, whiny child?"
With a growl, Onslaught grabs his rifle and yanks it out of Vortex' hands, only to reintroduce the barrel to just below his chin, shoving the helicopter against the wall with an arm. "I must thank you for reminding me that I have been far too patient. But as you are now, you are worthless to me, and I will not allow you to poison the Combaticons any longer. Allow me to put this crudely: Get over it, right now, or else." ________________________
Abusing Vortex done with player permission.
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Brawl
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Post by Brawl on Oct 28, 2011 19:59:07 GMT -5
Brawl looks back and forth between Onslaught and Vortex, once, twice. As often happens, something important is going on, and he has completely missed the punchline.
"Did I . . . what?"
He has nothing to add to this conversation save additional violence, and for once, he decides to hold off.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Oct 29, 2011 7:44:58 GMT -5
Vortex doesn’t fight. He simply stares at Onslaught after being pushed up the wall, the gun jammed against his jaw. Something dark and murderous flash burns through his own cracked visor and for a brief moment he almost looks like he was about to try and claw out his commander’s throat with his own bare hands.
But the moment passes and then he slowly raises his arms and spreads his hands in a gesture of surrender, expression changing to something almost serene. Rolling over and baring his throat to the alpha like a good little boy.
“Only for you, Ons,” he murmurs softly.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Nov 1, 2011 18:09:17 GMT -5
Onslaught has nothing to say to Brawl or Vortex. But his attention is most definitely on the latter. He does not move, does not budge, does not even flinch, even when he notices that murderous look in his eyes. Nor does he lean in, dim the glow of his optics, use further aggression to make Vortex back down. He is a leader. He does not need to resort to such petty methods.
As Vortex quickly proves by backing down. Good. Onslaught gives him an approving nod and lets him go, before subspacing his rifle and clasping and rubbing his hands together. "Atta'boy, atta'boy! Now, gentlemen, this was jolly good fun, but I must take my leave. I do believe that you have another appointment scheduled with Flame soon!" That, and it really isn't fun stumbling around when near blind. "Unless, of course, I need to remind you further of who exactly is in command?" ___________
OOC: Work towards a wrap?
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Brawl
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Post by Brawl on Nov 4, 2011 21:05:24 GMT -5
"Naw, I think we're good," Brawl says, still confused by the whole affair. He clomps back over to the prison berth and sits down, staring at Onslaught, trying to figure out just what Vortex was going on about.
OOC: I am good with a wrap.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Nov 5, 2011 21:08:54 GMT -5
“No sir,” Vortex says with a completely lazy and butchered military salute to accompany it; a real salute would probably just make Onslaught think he was being sarcastic at this point.
He’ll try to explain things to Brawl later; he won’t allow himself to fall into the same pit hole their leader had.
OOC: Wrap is okay!
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Nov 6, 2011 15:53:06 GMT -5
This pleases Onslaught greatly! The blue truck gives his two subordinates a big ol' thumbs up before hitting the button, the forcefield snapping back on and separating them. Onslaught's visor flares up one last time before he turns and walks away, leaving the two to their shenanigans. _________________________
Wrap it is then!
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