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Post by Dinobot on Jan 25, 2012 16:23:33 GMT -5
Dinobot splutters and spits water, snarling. "Must you?" He offers his sword to Rattrap, hilt-first.
He could argue all day to the mouse about what was really going on here, but it wouldn't work, so, "You should contact Kup and tell him you caught a traitor in his division . . . via rushing off alone to face a larger, more skilled warrior. I'm sure you at least informed someone you were going?"
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Jan 27, 2012 1:19:22 GMT -5
//Stay put,// Rattrap advises Spy Shot. He sneers at the offered sword and tries to kick it away.
"The second one was for the smell," he says. He adjusts his grip on the nozzle. "I'm debatin' a third just on principle, ya slag-suckin' turncoat." He doesn't answer Dinobot's question because Predacons don't get that privilege. Now, did Rattrap tell anybody? No, though his hasty departure in the shuttle was no doubt recorded by the watch. It makes him something of a hypocrite given how much he grouses about his division not communicating with each other properly – he'll be reading Spy Shot the riot act later for not mentioning this little camping trip – but Rattrap has never claimed to be a nice or fair guy.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jan 27, 2012 19:42:39 GMT -5
//Okay,// Spy Shot says, getting comfortable on his branch to watch Rattrap sort out this strange business with Dinobot.
OOC: Skippable while Daddy and Daddy are talking. :V
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Dinobot
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Post by Dinobot on Jan 27, 2012 21:39:10 GMT -5
"You think I smell?! You've more flora clinging to your disgusting hide than Botanica has in the biosphere, rodent! Perhaps my apparent defection has finally shocked your olfactory sensors into registering your own odor," Dinobot shoots back. He holds onto his sword. He's offering it to Rattrap to surrender honorably. If the rat isn't going to respect that, then . . . he'll just keep holding his sword by the pointy end.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 5, 2012 14:55:24 GMT -5
Rattrap has a long and storied track record of being a disrespectful cuss. He sees no reason to change just because Chopperface wants to play Noble Warrior Race Guy, and he sneers when Dinobot insists on keeping hold of the sword.
"What can I say?" he replies with enough scorn that if disdain were weaponised, he'd be declared lethal in twelve city-states. "Traitor is one a' those stinks that just ticks me off." His optics narrow and he nudges under Dinobot's chin with the spray nozzle. "But goin' after the kid here's pretty small change fer you, ain't it, dino-breath?" Suspicion makes his lip curl, baring his buck teeth. He adds acidly, brows low, "It sure ain't no Golden Disk."
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Dinobot
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Post by Dinobot on Feb 5, 2012 18:47:06 GMT -5
Dinobot rolls his eyes. "So observant, rodent. It's out of character for me to attack an unworthy opponent, isn't it? It's almost as if this was an improvised live-fire exercise that you interrupted," he snarls sarcastically.
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 10, 2012 12:28:01 GMT -5
Dinobot has the snark pretty well covered for the moment, so Rattrap does him a favour and decides to handle the unwarranted violence. He throws a full-on punch aimed squarely for Dinobot's cheek.
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Post by Dinobot on Feb 10, 2012 14:19:18 GMT -5
Dinobot snarls, attempting to catch the blow in the palm of his free hand and rise to his feet. He might also attempt to crush Rattrap's hand, depending on whether or not the rat seems to be going for his gun. "You think you have me all figured out, rodent. The fact that you think I'd actually attack Spy Shot, even if I were to defect, indicates that you don't know me at all. He's a less worthy opponent than even you. I'm no traitor to our cause. I'm attempting to prepare the little one for the harsh realities of the world. There won't always be someone there to protect him, he won't always be able to run and hide. Some day, he will have to stand and fight. When that day comes, I would have him die with honor."
This may seem to Rattrap to be a very weird thing to say. Dinobot doesn't mean he wants Spy Shot 6 to die. What he means is, the smallest Decepticon they know of is Frenzy, and even he could crush Spy Shot in his hand. If Spy Shot is forced to fight, he'll likely die. Dinobot wants him to go out in a blaze of glory if that ever happens, and give the 'Con who'd stoop so low as to murder a child a scar to mark them as the lowest kind of scum for the rest of their days.
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 10, 2012 14:30:43 GMT -5
Rattrap doesn't try to go for his blaster. He doesn't try to pull his hand free. He's got that high-pressure water gun still aimed squarely at Dinobot's gut; he doesn't need his blaster yet. He sneers at Dinobot like the stupid reptile isn't looming over him and if he had the capability, he'd spit.
"You've got yer head shoved so far up that proud warrior guy routine jammed in yer reactor linkage," he snarls right back, "you can't see where you screwed up. You think I don't want the kid trained? Train him if that's what alternates yer currents, Dinobreath. Slag, better you than me." Better somebody with a temperament for teaching than Rattrap, whose belief in sink-or-swim training won't do somebody like Spy Shot any good. The rat draws up to his full height and jabs at Dinobot's middle with the spray nozzle. Hard. "But next time, WHY DON'T YA TRY CLEARIN' IT WIT' ME BEFORE YOU DRAG ONE A' MY GUYS OFF?!" he bellows. Now he hauls back to reclaim his hand.
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Post by Dinobot on Feb 11, 2012 20:02:25 GMT -5
"Don't mock my principles, rodent! At least I have some!" Dinobot snarls. "And if an officer can't be bothered to train the soldiers under his command, I don't see why I should inform him when I choose to pick up his slack!" Dinobot can privately admit that he may have made a mistake not informing Spy Shot's chain of command that he was training him. But he's not about to admit that to Rattrap, of all mechanisms.
The larger Maximal releases the smaller one's hand, letting him reclaim his appendage. Oh, please, Primus, let this come to blows. That would be so cathartic.
Rattrap and Dinobot are getting a divorce, and it is your fault, Spy Shot 6.
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 27, 2012 23:11:43 GMT -5
"Principles," Rattrap says with a sneer. He gives Dinobot a narrow-eyed glare. "Yeah, you told me all about yer principles, Lizard-lips. I figured I at least knew where ya stood, even bein' a slag-suckin' Pred. Guess I was wrong." Hey, if Dinobot blew off the Maximals once for a disk and a chance to be on the team he thought would win, who's to say he won't find another stupid reason to do it? "Hey, Shortstack," Rattrap says, looking up at Spy Shot. "You stickin' around here or comin' with? I gotta get the 'Con stink outta my nose."
Go on, Dinobot, take a swing. Rattrap is itching for an excuse to shoot for real.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Mar 1, 2012 18:12:43 GMT -5
At Rattrap's question, Spy Shot drops down several branches and into a bush, putting him more at Rattrap and Dinobot's level.
"If it is all right, Rattrap, I would like to continue my training," he says, then looks at Dinobot bowing slightly. "If Dinobot would like to continue."
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Post by Dinobot on Mar 3, 2012 11:29:07 GMT -5
"I made a mistake!" Dinobot bellows at Rattrap, clenching his fists. "Both when I rejoined Megatron on prehistoric Earth, and, apparently, when I informed you about it here!"
There's so much he'd like to say to Rattrap. To someone. About how he was grappling with issues of free will and predestination at the time, about how Predacon honor is not Maximal honor. About how people are more than the badges they wear and everyone fights for different reasons. Except Rattrap would just throw it all back in his face, and he's too angry to talk philosophy right now anyway.
The raptor snarls, looking over at Spy Shot 6. "We are concluded for today."
Right now he just wants to curl up in beast mode with a copy of the The Tempest.
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