Blast Off
Rookie
I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite.
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Post by Blast Off on Oct 28, 2011 19:37:45 GMT -5
"Why did you not take him when he was a Seeker, then?" Blast Off murmurs to Brawl. Even in a lesser form, Onslaught still firmly held Brawl's loyalty, Blast Off seems to recall.
The zombie complacently takes Brawl's abuse, appropriate damages appearing where it is struck. When Blast Off moves, it continues following him, as ordered. He is heading towards where he expects to find Blackarachna, her office or laboratory or something. He nods along with what Vortex has to say and murmurs, "Certainly." The morale excuse is sound, and France is as good as anywhere.
When he gets to wherever he is going, he knocks on the door and cuts an extremely elegant and graceful bow. Blast Off isn't sure what Blackarachnia's state of mind is going to be like. A little sucking up won't hurt.
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Brawl
Rookie
somethingcidal
Heavy Metal Accident
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Post by Brawl on Oct 29, 2011 21:05:05 GMT -5
"Which one is France? Is that the one with the big metal framework tower or the one with the big stone obelisk tower?" Brawl asks. No, he can't be bothered knowing the difference between Paris and Washington D.C. They are both places full of tiny squishy people where Command sends him, as far as he is concerned.
"Bluh-whuh . . . Blast Off! I could have if I'd wanted to! We all know I coulda, so I don't need to! I don't gotta go around proving things everyone knows already!" It is entirely possible Brawl keeps up this tirade all the way to Blackarachnia's door.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Oct 29, 2011 22:14:26 GMT -5
"France has the wrought iron tower, my delusional grunt. " Just as sudden as the voice, a hand is placed on Brawl's shoulder as he passes a corner. The touch is seemingly casual, but the grip is tight, the kind that balances that line between hurt and severe discomfort. A helpful reminder of his place.
Onslaught releases Brawl's arm and casually peeks at the zombie, his tone matching his posture. "Allow me to summarize, so I know that I overheard correctly..." He proceeds to do just that, listing what he heard them talk about, their plans for this corpse, in that aloof voice of his. When he is done, he turns to face them, his optic band bright with something truly disturbing.
He finds the idea fun.
"How could I possibly turn this down?" ______________________
Gripping Brawl's shoulder done with player permission.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
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 30, 2011 12:42:37 GMT -5
Blackarachnia's door opens. She takes in the bowing and polite Combaticon, the grumbling and per-usual lowbrow Combaticons (sorry Onslaught, you do not impress), and the zombie with his defaced exterior.
"It hasn't yet been a day, boys. You surely haven't broken him this soon, after I specifically asked you not to."
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Oct 31, 2011 16:33:29 GMT -5
“Hey, Ons,” Vortex casually waves at his leader. “It’s called a conversation; I know it’s a difficult thing for you to grasp, but you don’t hafta eavesdrop on us all the time.” At least he knows Onslaught was in. That took care of one problem at least.
And ooh, check it out, nubile young shuttle was bowing! That was really- oh, look, Blackarachnia. Now did this lady have such an exploitable weakness as her boyfriend does? Hohoho, the helicopter is veeeery curious about that.
“Eh, Brawl shot at it a few times but s’ still walkin’,” Vortex says, jerking his thumb back towards. Still moving counts as not broken, right? He leaves the asking ordeal to Mr. Manners here though.
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Blast Off
Rookie
I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite.
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Post by Blast Off on Oct 31, 2011 18:16:10 GMT -5
Blast Off is vaguely disturbed by the thought that Onslaught knows what fun is, but he hides his discomfort. He is also disturbed by the fact that Vortex understands more about how conversations work than Onslaught. Instead, he smoothly straightens out of his bow and tries to take Blackarachnia's hand to give it a not-kiss. Blast Off does not see this as hitting on Scourge's girlfriend and would be very offended by any such insinuations. He just sees it as a politeness.
He explains, "Perish the thought, my lady. I simply wish to ask a favour of you and shall be at your disposal in the future if you grant me this boon." His wording there is very specific. He is offering himself up to the spider woman for future cruel and unusual scut work, not any of the other Combaticons. "That wretched dead shell - he had friends in life, yes? Might you have the radio frequency of one of them, my lady? We would like to use it to call such a comrade and thereby deceive him, telling him that we have his friend still alive. I think, with time and tinkering, I can make the zombie's radio work again, so that we might even fake some words on the part of Sentinel. Then we tell the mark that he must come to an arena, alone at midnight, or we shall execute Sentinel."
"Then we just attack him with the zombie and watch a fight to the death. The mental strain on the mark from such an unusual situation ought to be considerable and quite pleasing to watch."
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Brawl
Rookie
somethingcidal
Heavy Metal Accident
Posts: 220
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Post by Brawl on Nov 3, 2011 10:24:37 GMT -5
Brawl's first instinct upon being touched from behind is to attempt to grab his attacker and throw them over his shoulder so they're in front of him. He tries to do this to Onslaught. Onslaught, as has been previously mentioned, is twice Brawl's size, so even if he manages to get a grip, all he's going to manage to do is strain his back struts so hard that red warning lights pop up in his HUD. Regardless of the outcome, once he realizes the robot who snuck up on him is his CO, he'll continue on as if nothing happened. "No chance of us blowing up the tower, I guess?" he asks hopefully.
The tankformer keeps mostly silent while Blast Off is talking, but there is one point where he feels compelled to interrrupt. "Blast Off," he explains slowly, as though talking to someone slow on the uptake, "Blackarachnia is an officer. You're always at her disposal."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
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 Nov 6, 2011 11:52:34 GMT -5
Skipping Onslaught due to timeout
She allows the kiss. Blackarachnia is not immune to the small pleasure presented by courtly behavior, after all. The little smile of approval could be for the politeness. It could also be for the poor condition of Sentinel.
Or both.
She considers the Combaticon's request for all of... thirty seconds before a wide, rather evil smile spreads across her face.
"Only if I get to watch," she says, stepping forward and trying to cup the chins of both Blast Off and Onslaught, "And you boys would make sure the mark died in an appropriately painful way, if he succeeded in besting the zombie, of course."
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Nov 6, 2011 16:20:13 GMT -5
Onslaught? Low-brow? Blackarachnia is lucky that she did not say that to his face, or he may have showed her just how low-brow and old fashioned he is!
"Nonsense, Vortex! I do not do it all the time! Not to mention that you were having such a fascinating conversation, with how concerned you were over my opinion on this matter. I merely did not wish to intrude and bring it to a grinding halt!" Onslaught understands how conversations work! He loves the sound of his own voice and the richness of his words, but if nobody is there to appreciate or listen to it, he's just prattling off like a maniac. He is brilliant, not mad!
When Brawl grabs his arm he glares down at the tank, resisting the grip until the runt wisely lets go. "Perhap Brawl, perhaps." But the spider's touch is far more welcome. Onslaught crosses his arms and a chuckle rumbles up from deep within his chest, a look of amusement in his optic band. "That goes without saying, naturally. Hurting Autobots is always such jolly good fun."
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Nov 7, 2011 1:36:32 GMT -5
“Hey, ‘least we talk honestly ‘bout it, huh?” chirps cheerfully back at Onslaught. “Then you can do somethin’ bout rather n’ getting a knife in the back surprise grandé.” The open mutiny talk is a sign of affection, Ons!
“Oh, lady, you’re one kinky piece a’ work,” Vortex laughs; he may be trying to compensate for Blast Off’s politeness here. “First polishin’ zombies and now zombie voyeur!” She’s getting to be the place’s number one necrophilia connoisseur real quick.
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Blast Off
Rookie
I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite.
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Post by Blast Off on Nov 7, 2011 12:11:55 GMT -5
There are things an officer can order, Brawl, but what Blast Off says now goes a little bit beyond that. Like, if, say, Blackarachnia needs a fellow officer to... vanish. He does not explain this to Brawl, and he's sure Blackarachnia is smart enough to understand.
He certainly allows her touch. So strange, her form, metal and not-metal in one. Almost alien.
Blast Off says smoothly, "Of course you may watch, my lady. Would you like a palanquin, as well? Now, I was just thinking a shot between the optics, that solves most problems, but if it is pain you desire for the mark, I am certain that Vortex can oblige."
He shoots a sidelong glare at Vortex. Blast Off cannot take him anywhere!
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Brawl
Rookie
somethingcidal
Heavy Metal Accident
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Post by Brawl on Nov 9, 2011 22:30:23 GMT -5
"A palanquin?" Brawl protests. "One a them tents you carry around?" Brawl does not want to get stuck carrying a palanquin. Blackarachnia is not his girlfriend.
Mostly he just shuts up, though, since people are talking and he gets the sense that if the conversation hasn't gone over his head yet, it will soon.
Skippable
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Nov 16, 2011 19:40:00 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry, I forgot about this tread guys. Poke me next time, 'kay?
Blackarachnia smirks, "That won't be necessary. I'm not one to stand on ceremony."
The spider rattles off a list of numbers, which will coincide with Optimus Prime's frequency. "Do keep my posted on your plans boys."
"Now, will there be anything else?"
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Nov 19, 2011 18:04:58 GMT -5
"Indeed I can, Vortex, indeed I can!" Don't worry Vortex, he will stomp you into submission later. And by stomping he means yapping endlessly so much that you will go crazy, and not the fun kind that you dig so much.
"No, I believe that was everything, though I can not talk for Blast Off. But! I would appreciate it if you could give us an idea of what the deceased was like in life, so we can make the deception initially believable, until it springs to life and crushes the Prime into the sands of the arena." The life essence of dimensionally displaced alternate of an alien hero, joining that of the blood already in the earth. It is a magnificent and poetic image.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Nov 20, 2011 14:40:04 GMT -5
What? Why are you looking at him like that, Blast off? Did he say something rude? Oooh noooo. He feels utterly terrible! Really!
“Didn’t think you’d do any less, sir.” Yapping? Well, Onslaught had always been the chatty sort. Vortex won’t begrudge him his hobby of hearing his own voice, of course. Luckily, Vortex has the magical ability to stop listening to things that bore him. It’s very well tuned to Onslaught’s voice!
“Aww, miss, we’re gonna have drinks n’ everythin’,” totally a lady’s party, you know? “We can even use Brawl as the palanquin!”
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