Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Jan 26, 2012 9:55:00 GMT -5
No yelling, no shouting, no long diatribe about what an abject failure he is and how she's wasting her time. Slugslinger finds it a little hard to believe, really. It's right here in front of his eyes and he's still not sure it isn't too good to be true. He conjures up half a smile for Lyzack – with the right side of his face, since he can't seem to get much response from the left – before looking back to the ayatori.
"You've gotta lot of catching up to do then, huh," he murmurs, sounding dismissive and intrigued all at once. If all she did was babysit, what's she doing here?
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Jan 26, 2012 12:11:35 GMT -5
Lyzack does not know why she is here. A bitter little part of her would suggest that perhaps she is here because no one would miss her in her home reality. Her only reality-mate is that hated little Micromaster, and surely, none of his comrades would care about that murderer, either.
She agrees, "That is to be certain, sir, but what needs to be done shall, as surely as Gladiaron won a victory with only one-tenth the number of soldiers the opposition commanded."
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Jan 29, 2012 10:01:34 GMT -5
That sounds like it could be an "in". Slugslinger stifles his urgeto ask about Gladiaron and instead fixes Lyzack with an eager look.
"You're a flier, right?" he says. "Then that makes it my responsibility to get you up to snuff, right?" He may play the idiot, but he plays an idiot whose one real value is how good he is in a fight, so it shakes out. "Once I get fixed up, let's schedule you some, uh, training." And it gives him time to work on how he'll approach the delicate matter of schooling her up to a proper Decepticon.
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Jan 29, 2012 15:57:16 GMT -5
Lyzack thinks it is manifestly obvious that she is a flier. There are Tomcat wings hanging off her back. She does not give any tell as to how silly she thinks that question is, though.
"As you like, sir," she agrees, and she wonders - will he really take responsibility for her? Or is it just empty words?
Because if his words are not empty, if this Decepticon speaks truly... then Lyzack will be quite bound to defend him as a comrade.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Feb 2, 2012 10:33:03 GMT -5
"Good," says Slugslinger as though the matter is consummately settled. "I can do flight training, easy." Not that Lyzack actually gave him a particularly enthusiastic response, but he's supposed to be dumb enough to just bully along. It was consent in spirit and that's all it takes sometimes. "Now, what was that about that Gladiaron guy, again?" He debates continuing to mess with the loops and loops of wire strung on his fingers, but that might be more than his supposed attention span can handle.
OOC: Probably headed for a fade? Or skipping to something else?
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Feb 2, 2012 22:21:44 GMT -5
At the question about Gladiaron, Lyzack recites, "A great Decepticon warrior named Gladiaron decided to attack the enemy although he had only one-tenth the number of soldiers the opposition commanded. He knew that he would win, but his soldiers were in doubt.
"On the way he stopped at a Vector Sigma shrine and told his soldiers: 'After I visit the shrine I will toss a coin. If heads comes, we will win; if tails, we will lose. Destiny holds us in her hand.'
"Gladiaron entered the shrine and offered a silent prayer. He came forth and tossed a coin. Heads appeared. His soldiers were so eager to fight that they won their battle easily.
"'No one can change the hand of destiny,' his attendant told him after the battle.
"'Indeed not,' said Gladiaron, showing a shanix coin which had been doubled, with heads facing either way."
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Feb 11, 2012 7:13:03 GMT -5
This Gladiaron, fictional or not, sounds like Slugslinger's kind of guy. He waits a few seconds – long enough for it to sink in, he thinks – before he tries negotiating his face into a grin and lets his hands fall to his lap, ayatori 'forgotten' with the entertainment of the storytelling.
"I like this guy," he declares, chuckling. "Got any more stories about him?"
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Feb 12, 2012 17:38:03 GMT -5
Lyzack tries to clean up the ayatori and put it away, since it seems like Slugslinger is not interested in that any longer. She replies, "There are many stories about Gladiaron. It is said that Gladiaron and two other warlords, Floron and Dery, came upon a chiming crystal garden, but the chimes were silent. Floron said to wait for the crystals to chime. Dery said to make the crystals want to chime. Gladiaron said, 'Kill it.'"
Lyzack smiles.
"The garden burned."
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Mar 2, 2012 11:10:21 GMT -5
Now there's a respectable point of view, thinks Slugslinger. It sounds like the sort of thing his bosses would do; if something doesn't meet expectations, destroy it and start over. He can appreciate that. He lets her take away the wires while he smirks.
"Some story for the kids, huh?" he wonders, putting the slightest of emphasis on kids. And some story by which to indoctrinate young Decepticons. Why, she's a clever little thing after all.
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Mar 3, 2012 20:49:56 GMT -5
"Yes, sir," Lyzack answers quietly, stiffening. She hopes he is not insulted. Those are the only stories she knows.
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Post by Slugslinger on Mar 16, 2012 9:19:21 GMT -5
Slugslinger just beams at Lyzack. It's rare he lets an honest emotion show, but he's just so fascinated with her – she could be an amazing sort of sleeper, he thinks, with that demure mask hiding a potential stone cold killer, and he gets a little bit of a shiver thinking of her subtly undermining other Decepticons and ruining Autobots all in the Devourer's name – and with h is face so mangled, it's probably hard to tell anyway.
"No, I mean it!" he says. He feels just the slightest twinge of unease at letting something that truthful make it from vocal processor to output, but he quashes it and forges on. "Got any more like that one?" Get her to emphasise the right ideas, focus on the right philosophies and motivations, and maybe she'll set aside the wrong-headedness. Oh, that'll be a sight to see, and he shivers again with delight. Then his shoulder wrenches backwards with a scrape of gears and his HUD tells him he's giving himself a short circuit with this smile. Oops.
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Mar 16, 2012 10:19:35 GMT -5
It does not seem likely that anyone would ever make a Destron like this on purpose, does it?
So why was Lyzack made?
Her wings relax slightly, and she answers softly, "I have many like that, sir... It said that once a Destron maiden was struck from the sky by the cruelty of a Cybertron's lasers. An old pair of neutrals found her. The male consort was easily manipulated; the female consort was suspicious. The maiden easily charmed the male for fuel and lodging while she recovered, but the female wished to the put the maiden to death while the male looked away. Thusly, when she was recovered, the maiden made her escape. She returned to her base and her retinue of many fine flying wings and made plans to put forth propaganda to win the lasercores of the neutrals and thereby bend them to the Destron cause. To this end, she had her soldiers bring forth the old male neutral to her, that she might reward him, that the Destrons might be increased in the optics of the neutrals and turn hard minds towards the words of the Cybertrons. She allowed him to choose from two chests. A modest Transformer, he took the smaller of the two, which contained an allotment of fine energon. His skeptical female consort berated him for this choice and sneaked into the Destron base, hoping to secure the larger chest for herself. Of course, the Destron maiden had planned for this eventuality. The larger chest was filled with razor-snakes, which tore the thieving neutral to shreds. The Destron maiden mounted the old neutral's head upon her front gate and was very pleased with herself. So the neutrals learned both respect and fear for their Destron lady."
OOC: And that was a Destronification of "The Sparrow with the Slit Tongue"! Did you want to wrap on Lyzack telling Slugslinger gory fairy tales or did you want to timeskip to something else or...?
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Mar 18, 2012 8:38:07 GMT -5
That sounds like Slugslinger's kind of lady, assuming he ever decides he has a type. And that's exactly the sort of thing he wants to hear from Lyzack, so he nods approvingly and gives her a keen look of interest, vanes canted forward and upper body inclined toward her. He isn't asking aloud for more – again, anyway – but he's trying to make it as clear as possible.
Someone may have made her this way, but he'll remake her his way somehow. And she'll be stunning.
OOC: I'm good with a fade, and perhaps pick up things in a later thread?
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