Blast Off
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I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite.
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Post by Blast Off on Nov 3, 2011 18:29:37 GMT -5
Month 5, Week 1, Day 4, Arles Amphitheater, semi-private
The witching hour approaches. It is, Blast Off supposes, pretty dark, except the night sky does not have the intense clarity he knows and loves. Light pollution. Blast Off sneers up at the sky.
The Arles Amphitheater is located in the southern French town of Arles. It dates back to the 1st century BC and is capable of seating over 20,000 spectators. It has seen chariot races, bloody hand-to-hand combat, bullfighting, plays, and concerts.
Now it will see steel and energon.
He took the spacebridge, as Arles doe snot have a spaceport of its own, and Blast Off would have seemed a strange thing landing here. For now, he skulks in the dark, near the arena, trying not to set off any alarms or attract any notice, and he waits for his brethren to bring the main attraction.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Nov 3, 2011 19:04:22 GMT -5
Oh, Blast Off, you know that sneaking about thing isn’t going to last very long when Brawl is about. Or Vortex with a crate of high grade for that matter. At least the glow of the cubes was blocked out by the crate.
“Blasty,” he greets, stepping through a pair of trees with a soft hiss of branches being parted. He’s not anywhere near as stealthy as Spinister but he can sneak around if he wants to! “Any signs a’ the bots yet?”
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Brawl
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somethingcidal
Heavy Metal Accident
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Post by Brawl on Nov 4, 2011 20:58:26 GMT -5
Brawl can totally be sneaky if he wants to! Really, he can. He just doesn't want to. Ever. The tankformer arrives just behind Vortex, the sad remains of Sentinel Prime trailing docilely along behind him. "We gonna break out the high-grade before or after we kill the 'bots?" he asks, eying the crate briefly before looking up at their surroundings. Brawl isn't what you'd call a deep, multifaceted Decepticon. He is a robot of simple pleasures and simple thoughts. He doesn't much worry about things like history, or aesthetics, or culture, or architecture, beyond whether or not they provide cover in a firefight. Still, there's something about the place. Kind of reminds him of the gladiatorial pits in Kaon, only tiny and made of stone. It's quaint and homey. "Nice pick, Blast Off."
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Nov 6, 2011 17:09:42 GMT -5
"Such an unnecessary question, Brawl. Even I know that Energon is best enjoyed while drinking it to the sight of fuel being shed and limbs being severed!" Onslaught trails closely behind the other Combaticons. He is not holding energon, but there is a most particular device in his hands! Something that looks like an arcade stick, but from the future. The dials and blinking lights prove that. He glances over at the zombie, nodding with satisfaction at the modifications he made. They aren't visible now, stored in subspace as they are, but oh what fun they will be once the fight begins! "Indeed, an impressive choice!"
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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 Nov 7, 2011 12:16:35 GMT -5
"Yes, of course it is 'nice'," Blast Off hisses, as if he would ever do anything less than superb. "No sign of the mark yet, but he has a little time left."
Blast Off rubs his chin and decides, "Decorations." Then he starts to set up some purple drapery all over the place.
After all, Lady Blackarachnia may come and watch! If not, they will need to set up some high fidelity cameras to record for her.
He is sure that Onslaught will pose the zombie to look suitably imperiled and outraged, so drapery is a bigger issue for him right now.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Nov 9, 2011 13:55:02 GMT -5
“Heh, if he doesn’t show up, we can just blow the place up anyways,” the heli laughs, trying to elbow Brawl. That would definitely attract Autobots. It’s a win/win situation really, aside from the fact that they’d probably be forced into retreat afterwards, what with being smack dab in the middle of an Autobot allied country.
Vortex watches Blast Off fuss over the draperies with an arched eyebrow. He may be aesthetically impaired in comparison to the shuttle, but wasn’t the place fancy enough already?
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Brawl
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somethingcidal
Heavy Metal Accident
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Post by Brawl on Nov 10, 2011 9:52:43 GMT -5
"Decorations?" Brawl scratches his head as Blast Off starts hanging bunting. "Whattaya gotta froo-froo the place up for? It looks fine. We're killin' 'Bots, not havin' a fancy party. Besides, like Vortex says, we might blow the place up. Then it won't matter if it's pretty or not." He is successfully elbowed by the helicopter.
The tankformer shrugs and heads up into the stands, searching for a good spot to watch the coming show and shoot down into it, if need be. Along the way, he mangles and crushes some of the metal safety rails that were added to the structure in modern times.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Nov 11, 2011 14:59:13 GMT -5
"The mark will show." Onslaught says this with a great amount of confidence and certainty. But this should come as no surprise. It is an Optimus, after all.
Onslaught watches the shuttle put up drapes that marvelously compliment his own purple camouflage, but does not comment or offer to help. No, he has a toy to play with! He holds the joystick in one hand while pointing with the other to the zombie, then the arena floor, then at Vortex, barking commands while he does. "Zombie, to your position! Vortex, tie him up!" He could have asked Brawl to do it, but Onslaught knows how much Vortex enjoys wrapping chains around Autobot corpses!
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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 Nov 12, 2011 23:00:00 GMT -5
Blast Off stares at Brawl and Vortex and finds himself possessed of the deep-seated desire to break into their rooms and cover them with drapery. Possibly drapery that constricts tighter the more they struggle. This is Vortex's fault. He makes a mental note to go ask Swindle how much attack drapery costs.
He looks sidelong at Onslaught fiddling with his stick.
"Paganus," Blast Off finally mutters.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Nov 13, 2011 7:52:26 GMT -5
… So is the lesson ‘appreciate drapery more’ or is the lesson ‘annoy Blast Off more so that drapery can be further appreciated’?
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you wanna play,” he snickers quietly at the shuttle as he sets the energon crate gingerly down somewhere safe. Louder he says, “Aye aye!” to Onslaught, pulling some chains out of subspace and striding over to the zombie.
Why is everybody hitting Vortex’s kink buttons today? This wasn’t fair at all.
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Brawl
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Post by Brawl on Nov 16, 2011 22:58:01 GMT -5
Careful, Blast Off. You already bought handcuffs from Swindle, remember? Between that, attack drapery, and Vortex, Swindle might end up thinking the Combaticons are a fetish club.
Brawl has grown bored of watching the zombie, since he's not allowed to hit it, what with it needing to be fresh for its big fight. And watching Blast Off hang drapes was never interesting to begin with. So his attention wanders out into the town of Arles, gently lit by the humans' little lights.
Some of the lights are heading toward the amphitheater. Brawl strains his optics to focus on the oncoming object. "I see 'im!" he calls down, turning around to shout to the other Combaticons. Unless all the fire trucks in France are red and blue and drive around without their back halves.
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Optimus Prime
Minor
Caution: Hero makes wide right turns.
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Post by Optimus Prime on Nov 16, 2011 23:07:52 GMT -5
Optimus Prime is in a bad mood. He's just starting to get over the deaths of his two best friends. And now the Decepticons are using those deaths to yank his chain. He fully intends to make them regret it, at axe-point if necessary. The only sound he really notices as he drives up to the arena is his own engine. All the background noise of the city seems to fade away.
As he reaches stairs leading into the structure, he transforms, draws his axe, and deploys his mouthplate, striding purposefully through the archway.
He's silent as he emerges from the shadows into the arena.
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Override
Minor
The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
Shut up and drive
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Post by Override on Nov 17, 2011 22:03:51 GMT -5
Override doesn't take the direct route in. She's fast, and she's low to the ground, making her less visible than some (but, given that she's red and white, more visible than others). This makes her a fairly good choice to scout the area. She circles around the arena at a high speed, checking the lay of the land, making sure there aren't any more 'Cons hidden. Once that's done, she slows down, quieting her engine, and approaches one of the arena's other entrances, transforming as she gets close.
She doesn't even shout 'Transform' this time.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Nov 19, 2011 18:20:42 GMT -5
When Brawl warns him he turns around, optic band brightening with sadistic glee. "Places, everyone! It is time to shine! It is...Show time!" Onslaught makes a better general than a ring leader.
What awaits Optimus Prime in the arena is not a still corpse. It is indeed Sentinel, squirming lightly against his chains, his paintjob bright with only minor damage, the hole in his chest covered up. Even the glow of his optics is bright; too bright, the pupils not showing. An effective facade, meant to make the zombie look as alive as possible. The only hint that something is wrong is that Sentinel is not making mumbled sounds against the space-ductape covering his mouth.
"Welcome, Optimus Prime! We are so glad that you could make it to our little event!" At Onslaught's booming voice lights on the stands are kicked on, illuminating the Combaticon leader and any others sitting or standing near him. His arms are crossed, his voice is bombastic and if he could smirk, he'd give Optimus one that would make even Starscream jealous. "My, you are every bit as runty as I thought you would be! But do not make the mistake of thinking that I will underestimate you. So do not be a fool, or you shall see how little chance you have against I, your vast superior, and your nemesis for this evening."
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Nov 19, 2011 20:51:11 GMT -5
When the other boy Prime arrives, Blast Off decides that he is done fooling around with drapery. He takes in the Autobot with a glance and decides that Onslaught is paying entirely too much attention to their mark. Just because they told the Autobot to come alone doesn't mean he did.
Blast Off stalks up into the stands, to prowl around the perimeter, looking as if he is trying to find just the perfect seat, like the finicky creature that he is. Really, he is looking to see if there is anyone else out there.
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