Blast Off
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Apr 18, 2012 21:55:41 GMT -5
Post by Blast Off on Apr 18, 2012 21:55:41 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Knock Out due to timeout.
Blast Off does not lower his weapon. Instead, he demands imperiously, "Who are you and why should we care?"
There is no emblem on him and 'Skywarp' is a pretty common Decepticon name among realities.
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Frenzy
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Apr 20, 2012 13:45:18 GMT -5
Post by Frenzy on Apr 20, 2012 13:45:18 GMT -5
Wind Sheer is not going to make an appropriately mighty steed if he's such a tiny robot. Frenzy chitters to himself as he tucks his sharp star back inside himself. Then, "What the slag is going on?"
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Knock Out
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Apr 20, 2012 14:26:49 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on Apr 20, 2012 14:26:49 GMT -5
Knock Out gives Blast Off an odd look at his question. "Nooooo, he's just not here."
Then, his attention switches to the gator. He watches from a distance, one eyebrow raised high as he holds his arms crossed, sharp claws tapping with soft 'clacks' on his armor. Careful not to leave any (more) scuff marks, of course. While Blast Off and Frenzy prod the little guy, Knock Out takes the time to look around, glancing at the direction that the Junkion went off in. His lip twitches a little.
"You know, maybe we should take him somewhere safe and then interrogate him. Because I'm not so sure we scared the gators off, and for reasons beyond my comprehension, I am now the 'bruiser' off the group. I do not make a good bruiser, in case you haven't noticed."
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Skywarp
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Apr 20, 2012 21:14:42 GMT -5
Post by Skywarp on Apr 20, 2012 21:14:42 GMT -5
"Wind Sheer," the Mini-Con answers with a resigned sigh. What an abrasive bunch. How typical, he thinks as he tries to pick himself up and pick off a last few scraps of rubber still clinging to him. He can't stand having to dress up in those awful skins, but his life here could be considerably worse, all things told. He explains, "I'm Skywarp's partner Mini-Con. If you don't want to help, it's fine. I'll go on my own." He points roughly to the right of the rollercoaster that caught Screwdriver's fancy. "You'll find a directory that way," he tells them. "You should be able to navigate the park with it." And if he sounds doubtful, perhaps they're imagining it. It's the suggestive sort of tone taken by one who knows what the uninitiated are getting themselves into by charging around blindly.
He turns to leave – intent on flying away if he must, should they start firing or try to stop him – then pauses, looking back to the group over the span of one wing.
"Though I'm sure he'd appreciate the help of other Decepticons," Wind Sheer adds before starting away.
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Blast Off
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Apr 24, 2012 19:16:46 GMT -5
Post by Blast Off on Apr 24, 2012 19:16:46 GMT -5
Blast Off is a Valkyrie, a chooser of the slain. He tilts his optics up to look at the starry sky and sighs theatrically, even pinching the bridge of his mostly-masked nose. Then he waves that hand dismissively and sniffs, "Fine, fine, you are some kind of Special Teams Micromaster with a fancy title. You ought to wear a symbol. In my reality, we would have smelted you for an empty. Do not be so hasty to flee." He tracks Wind Sheer with his ionic blaster. Blast Off has no compunctions about shooting the little Transformer to keep him from leaving. "We are here to investigate the situation. We may be of some use to your partner. Shall we retire to a more secure location to discuss?"
This is not actually a question.
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May 2, 2012 19:35:38 GMT -5
Post by Frenzy on May 2, 2012 19:35:38 GMT -5
"Didn't ask where to find a directory," Frenzy hisses as Wind Sheer stars away. "Asked what was going on. Little different. Can tell 'cause of the words. Don't sound the same. Mean different things. Little things like that."
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Knock Out
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May 3, 2012 18:25:24 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on May 3, 2012 18:25:24 GMT -5
Knockout listens closely to the little bugger as he tells his tale, all while his claw tips still tap away in a steady and slightly unnerving rhythm. And then Blast Off pulls a blaster on the Minicon. The doctor just smirks and deploys his own weapon, aiming his gun hand at the little bugger, a dastardly grin on his face. "Not to mention: what kind of guide points us at a sign instead of telling us the wonders of this amazing park themselves?"
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Skywarp
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May 3, 2012 19:33:08 GMT -5
Post by Skywarp on May 3, 2012 19:33:08 GMT -5
Wind Sheer has very little interest in retiring to a secure location with a pack of confrontational strangers while his partner languishes. Skywarp may not be the best replacement for Wheeljack, and while he might refuse to speak to Wind Sheer for a week or so because the little plane referred to him as a partner, Wind Sheer can at least count on Skywarp to not abuse him. At least he knows Skywarp. The aloof guzzler is as close as Wind Sheer has to a friend in this hell, and while he stares down the guns aimed at him without much of a quiver in his spark for his own well-being, Wind Sheer doesn't take kindly to threats against his friends.
"You can't be of any use to Skywarp if he's dead," snaps the Mini-Con, irritated and desperate. "Which he will be if I stay here. I will explain on the way if you like, but I will not abandon him." His voice turns abruptly frosty as he adds, "And you will not stop me from helping him." In the direction he faces, those who listen closely might hear an electric humming, and repeated clacking and scraping sounds. His wings shift in an uncomfortable fashion at the sound, but he transforms and takes off all the same.
"If you're scared," he calls back, "go hide somewhere and someone will find you later!"
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May 3, 2012 20:36:29 GMT -5
Post by Blast Off on May 3, 2012 20:36:29 GMT -5
Blast Off turns into a shuttle and takes to the air, though he gives Knock Out and Frenzy ample time to get on his back in embarrassing equestrian fashion. He suggests, //Try to ride on me, grab the Micromaster, and drag him inside.//
This is just implausible enough to work!
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May 8, 2012 15:25:49 GMT -5
Post by Frenzy on May 8, 2012 15:25:49 GMT -5
Frenzy's going to let the guy who isn't smaller than the Micromaster grab him, kthx. He just magnetizes his toes, because clearly magna-grips work on Blast Off's shuttle mode.
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May 11, 2012 13:24:43 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on May 11, 2012 13:24:43 GMT -5
Knock Out watches the Minicon fly off with an arched optic ridge and a look in his optics that shows that he can't decide whether to be intrigued or bored. He raises his gunhand and points it after the fleeing little bugger, his head tilting as he considers, and then shrugs as he switches it out in favor for his normal hand.
It makes it so much easier to grab and straddle the big, white purple shuttle, making sure he has a good grip before dramatically pointing at the Minicon. //Up, up and awaaaay!//
He keeps that hand straight and when the fleeing little bugger comes into reach, he leans forward, razor sharp claw tips trying to not so gracefully snatch him. "Come here, you slippery little gastank!"
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Skywarp
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May 12, 2012 21:08:36 GMT -5
Post by Skywarp on May 12, 2012 21:08:36 GMT -5
They're following him. Good. Wind Sheer banks and dives when Knock Out grabs for him, and he isn't dodging to be playful.
"You are getting between me and helping my friend," he says coldly, without the least hint of civility. A friend whose furious shouts might just be audible now, followed by a booming explosion.
Skywarp would be rolling in sweat if only he were capable of sweating. The surviving bumper car scrapes away from him, rattling across the deck, and he frowns into the surrounding blackness as he reaches down to feel his leg for any scuffs or dents. Two of the cars have already exploded after only a few collisions and he isn't sure he completely avoided that last one. He's already had to escape the car he found himself strapped into before it blew up beneath him.
"What's taking that little pest so long?" he growls, tilting his head as if to look out of the cage and down the lane where he would expect to see Wind Sheer coming with help – if only he still had eyes with which to see.
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May 14, 2012 18:43:08 GMT -5
Post by Blast Off on May 14, 2012 18:43:08 GMT -5
Magna-grips will work this episode, even though Blast Off is mostly plated with ceramic. In the next issue of the comic, though, magna-grips may utterly fail.
And if the comic is an IDW comic, they will all become jerks and then die in utterly pointless fashion.
Blast Off reports, //Hmm. Explosions. How quaint.// He continues his chase, dropping his landing gear in case he has to suddenly land.
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May 17, 2012 16:39:08 GMT -5
Post by Frenzy on May 17, 2012 16:39:08 GMT -5
Explosions! How normal! Frenzy chitters quietly, eye-stalks swiveling in the direction of the sound.
Skippable.
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May 22, 2012 17:29:58 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on May 22, 2012 17:29:58 GMT -5
"Oh boohoo! This is my not caring face!" Knock Out makes another swipe at the Minicon, but then there is something quite bright, shiny and loud that distracts him. He peers down at the origin of the explosion, noticing the bumping car trying to attack Skywarp, and all Knock Out can do is look on in confusion with an optic ridge arched as high up as it could possibly go. //Hm, no, killer bumper cars don't quite fit 'quaint'. I am guessing that the stumbling disaster there is the little blight's "friend''.//
Switching his hand out for his gun again, he takes aim at the bumper car, lines up the shot, and then fires. No way is he going down there with that thing intact, his paintjob is ruined enough as it is!
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