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Post by SceneMod on May 25, 2014 19:31:15 GMT -5
"Free will. Choice," H-Overlord says, echoing his own earlier sentiments. Then he crosses his arms and adds in a low, dark, velvet whisper, "Heroic nonsense."
He leans himself back and crosses his arms behind his head. "Didn't like that, now did you? Let's try some more... enticing options. Neurotoxin darts that will lobotomize that one," he points at the black and white, "Or a good old fashioned smelting for him," he points to the grey.
That is an interesting choice, isn't it? The white and black wouldn't exactly die... just the parts of him that make him him...
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Ultra Magnus
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Disappointing Fellow Autobots Since the Age of Internment
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Jun 8, 2014 17:19:39 GMT -5
"Stop it," Magnus pleads through a clenched jaw, his grip on the console tightening until the metal crumples like foil. If he chooses, one will die – figuratively or not. If he doesn't choose, they both die. What about him matters so much that he's worth torturing like this? It doesn't make any sense; he isn't worth this much effort, these grim theatrics. Not to anyone but Shockwave.
He turns to the hologram, bewildered, angry.
"Who's behind this?" he demands. He tries not to look at the timer counting down in the corner of his vision. If he doesn't choose, they both die. They both die. "I'm not worth all this – not to you. Am I entertaining?" He doesn't feel as though he is, but Overlord doesn't seem the sort to mind.
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