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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Nov 25, 2012 22:35:23 GMT -5
"I've got one!" Stella protests defensively, a statement that is accurate, albeit not particularly classy, either as a human or as a helicopter. "And so do you. Uhm. Say, uh, this is crazy, but... does Operation: Volcano mean anything to you?"
Imp looks like General Packer. She sounds like Springer's roommate. She is called 'Imp'. She said she is an ex-robot in Stella's dream. She's totally weird and kind of dead-looking.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 28, 2012 19:51:05 GMT -5
Imp would continue to argue about cockpits because Stella isn't making any damned kind of sense here, but then she asks that question.
She drops her towel to the floor and turns towards Stella, suddenly alert, slightly crouched as though readying for combat, hook raised just enough to be brought up for defense if she needs it, though not enough to actually be 'pointed' at Stella. Her eyes narrow and brows knit, the corners of her lip curling back in a faint snarl. "Where the hell'd you hear about that?" she spits out.
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Nov 28, 2012 22:55:37 GMT -5
Stella decides that she does not want to get into a naked fight with Imp.
"...uhm, from my hallucinations?" she offers, fully aware of just how dumb that sounds.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 30, 2012 21:29:04 GMT -5
Imp narrows her eyes suspiciously and does not get out of her battle ready stance.
"What kind of hallucinations?" she asks.
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Dec 1, 2012 19:19:59 GMT -5
"Ones where I'm a robot?" Stella hazards.
C'mon, Imp said she was an ex-robot in that dream!
So did the Crimson Cavalier, though, and he tried to steal her wallet.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 2, 2012 16:46:23 GMT -5
Imp lifts a brow and relaxes, but only just.
"Lotta that going around," she says quietly.
"What symbol were you wearin'?"
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Dec 2, 2012 17:38:49 GMT -5
"What symbol d'ya think?" Stella snaps. "I'm not the one who used to pal around with Megatron before the war!"
She is getting her Impactors confused again, but then, she is also getting who she is confused.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 2, 2012 17:47:09 GMT -5
Imp's eyes widen in surprise. "What?!" she exclaims, her mouth continuing to hang open slightly. She knows very little about Springer's Impactor, and she certainly doesn't know this.
"What the slag're you talkin' about?" she demands.
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Dec 2, 2012 18:05:57 GMT -5
Stella rubs her chin and raises one finger. Her mouth opens slightly, and she shakes her head. "...eh, nevermind that. I'm always an Autobot. Just... not always the same Autobot."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 2, 2012 19:33:01 GMT -5
Imp lifts her claw once more, not high, but high enough to suggest that she's willing to use it, and starts listing numbers. These numbers might seem familiar to Stella - they were the Autobot radio frequency on the day before they got humanized.
Imp stops haflway through, though, leaving the number unfinished, and seems to be waiting for something from Stella.
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Dec 2, 2012 19:48:37 GMT -5
Stella finishes the numbers, staring at Imp.
The thing is, it was easy to write her robot memories off as just combat stress leading to weird hallucinations, because she has three different sets of robot memories.
Or maybe the robot memories were part of an evil plot.
But something about Imp really strongly makes Stella think of her fractured set of robot memories.
Ex-robot.
Like the Crimson Cavalier...
Then she swears, "...slagdammit. I think Rodimus Prime tried to steal my wallet. Lily-livered dandy ponce!"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 2, 2012 19:59:07 GMT -5
"I... what?" Imp blinks. This woman just seems to consistently make absolutely no sense at all, and when you're not making sense to the zombie-robot-in-a-zombie-woman's-body, there's an issue.
"Springer, s'that you?" she asks warily.
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Dec 2, 2012 20:12:04 GMT -5
"...maybe," Stella admits, looking shifty, "I remember being Springers. Three of them. Are... are you Impactor? The nice one?"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 2, 2012 20:19:37 GMT -5
Imp snorts. "I doubt there's any such thing as a 'nice' Impactor, but I'm not the one that stuck you with such a bad impression of us. I'm the dead one."
She relaxes and stands up straight, then concludes that it's probably time to start putting on clothes. She picks the towel up off the floor, hangs it up, and heads towards her dresser. "The multiple-memories thing is pretty convoluted to go over, but it's legit. You're the Springer whose Cybertron got wrecked in the war." She starts to pull on a plain pair of underwear. "Well, more so than most of 'em. But you've picked up some extra sets of memories along the way."
"Now, what was that about Rodimus Prime stealing your wallet?"
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Dec 2, 2012 20:52:46 GMT -5
"But I'm a human woman! I had parents!" who died, "And an aunt!" who also died. "I have a job, and my bosses are gonna be torqued at me."
Stella grabs another beer.
"Oh, eh, the Crimson Cavalier tried to steal my wallet, in his civilian guise. He said he was an ex-robot. I remember him being a..." she pinches the bridge of her nose, "...terrorist. Maybe IRA. Maybe... working against Shockwave? Is he Rodimus Prime?"
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