Tasha Walker
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Oct 14, 2011 22:22:14 GMT -5
Month 2, Week 2, Day 4 Open
Blackarachnia did come out of her lab from time to time after her breakdown, though it's possible that she did so without being noticed. Now, though, she is humming to herself as she drags a large blue burden into one of the busier lounges aboard Ship. She looks a bit haggard behind her helm, and the humming has a manic quality to it, but she doesn't seem on the verge of snapping again. Yet.
She props the repaired and perfectly polished body of Sentinel Prime against a wall. Around his neck is a sign that reads Will do scut work and be a punching bag for energon goodies. Once he's settled to her satisfaction, she opens a panel on the former Prime and connects a few wires. The blue bot's optics wink on, and he is obviously looking out into the room, but the vacant expression on his face clearly indicates no one is home.
She turns to face whatever person or group of people who might be in the lounge. "Here, have a new toy. I don't care if you break him, but try to make him last at least a day before you drag him to me for repairs."
Blackarachnia heads out of the lounge. Best not to ask what happened to the dead Optimus corpse.
OOC: Blackarachnia is out of thread for now. Sentinel Prime's body is hereby relegated to NPC mindless drone territory, meaning anyone can pose him as doing the worst chores on Ship, as getting debased in whatever manner you see fit, or drawing genre and ratings- appropriate dirty thinks upon his person. Let the hazing commence.
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Blast Off
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I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite.
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Post by Blast Off on Oct 16, 2011 11:40:48 GMT -5
Blast Off saunters over to the... zombie and gives it a swift, withering, appraising glance. Then, he directs, nose tilted up, "Transform."
The thing does, perhaps a little slowly, not too coordinated.
He continues, "Open your driver's side cab door."
It does.
Then Blast Off reaches inside and inserts some musical media into the abomination's musical media drive, and he commands, "Play."
The strains of a classic Decepticon opera song something like O Fortuna start to play. Blast Off's face scrunches in something like a grimace, and he proclaims, disgusted, "Tinny. Your sound system is tinny. Ugh." Blast Off waves a hand dismissively. The zombie has no reply to Blast Off's complaints. Then he orders, "Follow me," and Blast Off starts to move off down the hallway. The thing rolls slowly behind him.
Give the Decepticons a common-use zombie, and Blast Off will force it to follow him around and play his own personal soundtrack. Arrogance at its finest.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Oct 18, 2011 21:21:15 GMT -5
Scourge stares at Blast Off's new boombox and twitches. He seethes, hands thrown in the air, "Polished? She polished that corpse? Her hands on every square centimetre of that dead body and I am the sick one?"
His gaze turns to a venomous glare, and he demands, "Blast Off, you will unpolish the zombie immediately. If I can glimpse my reflection in so much as his rearview mirror the next time I see that abomination, I will have both of you flogged."
Scourge turns curtly on his heel to stalk off in singularly foul mood.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Oct 19, 2011 14:09:35 GMT -5
“Ohohoh,” Vortex snickers lowly, stepping out of his hiding place once he was sure Scourge was out of hearing range. He tries to sidle up to Blast Off, tapping his chin thoughtfully and murmuring, “He didn’t sound happy at all.” This was the scent of exploitable relationship issues, oh yes!
He glances up at Blast Off afterwards and then turns to eye the Autobot zombie that was still mindlessly spewing out tinny classical music. “So what’s this about doing horrible things to that Auto-corpse there?” The helicopter cocks his helm, visor flashing in delight. “Could a’ sworn it sounded like an order!” And nothing about Blast Off having to do it alone!
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Blast Off
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I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite.
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Post by Blast Off on Oct 19, 2011 15:14:55 GMT -5
OOC: Yes, Scourge is out of thread. I also play him, anyway!
"Madness is common within the upper ranks... and the lower," Blast Off observes, without inflection.
Is that something like Verdi's Requiem playing, only with more velociraptor howls and modem noises?
Blast Off directs, "Vortex, your sandpaper, if you please?" and holds out a hand. Of course Vortex must have sandpaper. It's annoying and scratchy.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Oct 19, 2011 15:41:09 GMT -5
See this look, Blast Off? This is the look of immense disapproval. Immense, immense disapproval.
“Blast Off,” Vortex huffs, gesturing to zombie!Sentinel. “You can’t be serious. There’s walkin’ Autobot zombie whose sole purpose of existence is t’ amuse n’ entertain us and you... are going to sandpaper the polish off a’ him.” Clearly, Blast Off’s sense of fun needed to be modified in short order.
“No, no, no! We’re gonna do this proper-like,” and the helicopter puts his hands on his hips and does a very good mimic of Blast Off’s snobby little derisive sniff here.
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Oct 19, 2011 15:51:11 GMT -5
This is Blast Off being above such petty concerns. He has better things to do than to care whether or not Vortex is offended.
His optics narrow, and he observes, "There is no cruelty to be had in tormenting one who is beyond pain. It is a hollow, pointless, futile gesture to try to torture the dead. Would you enjoy violating a wall?" He waves a hand dismissively. "Well, perhaps you would. This one is beyond suffering. His friends are not."
Now something like Don Giovanni if it had computer static and feedback screeches doing a solo.
Blast Off optics widen a fraction. "I think we would better profit by introducing him to his loved ones. Show them that they may die - nobly or in the most banal of fashions, it matters not - but that death is no refuge, because their very bodies may become weapons to be used against them. Their sacrifice is no more or less than our gain."
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Brawl
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somethingcidal
Heavy Metal Accident
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Post by Brawl on Oct 19, 2011 20:42:20 GMT -5
Brawl rounds a corner, electron gun in hand. He's not expecting to get in any fights, but hope springs eternal. Also he likes the weight of the weapon in his hand.
"Scourge looks torqued. We outta energon or somethin'?" he asks as he approaches the other two Combaticons, jerking a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the direction the black tanker went in.
"Oh, hey, Autobot!" he exclaims, pistol-whipping the zombie about the roof and smokestacks. "Can we keep him?" he asks hopefully, optic band lighting up.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Oct 21, 2011 7:36:53 GMT -5
Blast Off, that is a stupid question. Vortex violates walls ALL the time.
“Now that,” the helicopter intones, sounding decidedly more pleased, “is a use for zombies I can get behind.” Destroying Autobot morale and having fun at the same time was always a plus for Vortex! “You make the calls, I get the booze. Whaddaya say? And oh, look, there’s Brawl!”
Destroying Autobot morale, having fun AND teammate bonding time that isn’t planned by boring mister Stuffypants McMissiletruck. Vortex decides his plans for the rest of the day were pretty much just junk compared to this right about now.
“Well, Blast Off?” he laughs, turning a faceless helicopter version of puppy eyes up at the shuttle. “Can we keep him?”
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Oct 21, 2011 9:52:42 GMT -5
"Lord Scourge wishes the zombie unshined," Blast Off says to Brawl without a trace of humour or insincerity. The zombie that Brawl just hit. That one. "According to Lady Blackarachnia, we may do with the revenant as we like."
He folds his hands behind his back and bows his head slightly, slightly taken aback by Vortex's suggestion. Then Blast Off shrugs. Yes, it can be done. He directs the zombie, "Show me your radio." There is an awkward moment, and the zombie does. Blast Off steps back over to his boombox and examines the radio, touching it only lightly with the tips of his fingers. He murmurs lowly, "Not a model with which I am familiar, but with time, yes... I do think this can be done."
Blast Off looks back up and explains, back at a normal speaking tone of voice, "I do believe we can render our undead toy's radio operational again, and I have a... favour I may ask of someone, which may give us the radio frequency of someone this wreck," Blast Off taps the zombie's chest, "once knew. So we can call up an old friend of his and tell him that we have... Sentinel," ugh, if there ever was a pretender to a name, "and we can even fake Sentinel sending a message, too. Then, we tell our mark that he must come to a location of our choosing at midnight, alone, or we shall execute Sentinel."
"I think perhaps one of the ancient arenas of this world? Where thin, watery human blood had been spilled in the past?" There is no luxury like the luxury of destroying priceless ancient architecture, after all. Forget gold toilets. And Vortex already volunteered to bring the drinks!
"Then, of course, we reveal what while we do indeed have Sentinel, he is in no way alive, and we force them to fight to the death. When is the last time any of us have been able to watch some quality oilsport, hrm?" It's not just the decadence of Octus and Seizer and Legonis. Cartoon Decepticons totally had that episode where they forced captured Autobot prisoners to fight each other for kicks and giggles, too.
"And should our mark survive his undead companion..." Blast Off withdraws his ionic blaster and considers it thoughtfully. "...I find there are few problems which cannot be solved with headshots."
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Brawl
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somethingcidal
Heavy Metal Accident
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Post by Brawl on Oct 21, 2011 21:18:59 GMT -5
"We can do whatever we want to it?" Brawl says, sounding like a kid in a candy store as he levels his pistol at Sentinel. "You want me to shoot the arms off first or the legs?" He quickly shuts up and lowers the gun though, because Blast Off is still talking.
Once the shuttle finishes his spiel, Blast Off subspaces his gun, and favors Vortex with a metal-warping yank on the rotor blade and Blast Off with a punch on the shoulder. "You guys talk too much, but you sure come up with some good ideas! You should hang out with us more, Blast Off!"
"So, uh, we lettin' Onslaught in on this?"
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Oct 24, 2011 6:53:30 GMT -5
“They do have those old fightin’ pits somewhere ‘round, yeah,” Vortex murmurs, thoughtfully. Unfortunately, ancient architecture has never really been his forte. “Find the prettiest and priciest lookin’ one and we can make it prettier with some explosions,” he snorts and-
“BRAWL, that is NOT a casual touch!” the helicopter yelps as his rotor is unceremoniously yanked. “There somethin’ kinky ya wanna start?!” There’d better be if he’s grabbin’ rotors like that. Oh, that’s going to tingle. Stupid tanks and their stupid lack of etiquette around sensitive flying equipment.
At the mention of Onslaught though, Vortex’s fingers twitch ever-so-slightly. But he quickly hides it and shrugs, laughing, “Eh, why the pit not? He needs somethin’ to get that stick outta his exhaust anyways.”
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Oct 24, 2011 9:30:21 GMT -5
Blast Off is the not the kind of Decepticon who can take a punch.
At all.
He fairly dances out of Brawl's reach to avoid that blow and then takes a moment to listen to the music. Ah, Lacrimosa. Exquisite. His optics dim to cinders for a moment.
Then they flare back up, and he says, "The arms or the legs, it makes no difference to me. I only note that Lady Blackarachnia expressed the wish that the revenant last at least a day before we return it to her for repairs. I will note that we will likely want the corpse to be in good condition for the fight, perhaps even... better than new," Is Blast Off suggesting cheating? Maybe! "but between now and then, I see no reason you cannot indulge your baser urges."
Especially if Brawl is hitting the zombie instead of Blast Off. Blast Off really cannot take a punch.
He tilts his head back, looking slightly up. "Mmm. Onslaught. As advantages, he's a fair hand at engineering, so if he agreed to help, we need not waste Lady Blackarachnia's valuable time with servicing the zombie. He would also be an excellent choice to puppet the zombie in the fighting ring, I think, given his skill as a fighter. As disadvantages, he may think our pursuit here foolish. It does nothing for the war effort as a whole; it is simply pure hedonism. Indeed, he may forbid our goal entirely. Even if he is helpful rather than chastising, the project will certainly take longer if he becomes involved."
Blast Off shrugs. "We may as well tell him. If it takes longer, it takes longer." Blast Off is patient. "If he forbids us, we may simply ignore him." He looks to Vortex, "Perhaps a location in a country that has foolishly allied itself with the Autobots? If any have an arena of sufficient splendour."
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Brawl
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somethingcidal
Heavy Metal Accident
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Post by Brawl on Oct 26, 2011 20:26:12 GMT -5
"Scrappit, Vortex, keep your compressor to yourself," Brawl says, releasing the helicopter's rotor and casually shooting Sentinel Prime around the shoulders a few times before putting his gun away.
"Psht! Onslaught ain't such a great fighter! If he wasn't twice my size, and stronger, and didn't have bigger guns, I could take him, easy. I oughta puppet the thing!" he insists, crossing his arms and kicking the zombie for emphasis.
OOC: Sorry for writing Brawl's physical affection as an autohit in my last post. I wasn't even thinking about it in terms of the combat rules.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Oct 28, 2011 17:34:08 GMT -5
“You don’t get to say that, Mr. Touchy,” Vortex grumbles at Brawl, reaching back to feel for the dents he knows are definitely there. If he has to go to the medbay to fix those, Brawl was going to be the one losing limbs, not the zombie. “Jus’ cus you fight good don’t mean you pilot good, Brawl. Although the entertainment value a’ seein’ you slag up hilariously might make up for it.”
“If he doesn’t like it, tell him it’s good for team morale,” which it was. Finally, finally, they were getting Blast Off in on something and good stiff drinking and some violent bloodsports was nice pick up after the whole ordeal with the fire retardant foam. “Boss or not, I ain’t gonna abide by him ruinin’ our good time.” Hey, Onslaught doesn’t get to blame this mutiny on him! The whole team wanted to go out and wreck stuff with a zombie Autobot, after all!
“France?” the helicopter suggests in reply to Blast Off. “France is pretty fancy and full a’ priceless things. They’re Autobot allied last I heard a’ them anyways.” That and Decepticons hated France for whatever reason?
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