Most Villainous Character

[Nimbus Tsura]

Skyblast points to various members of the audience as he runs down an aisle. There's a wide grin on his face. He may not be receiving an ward, but as they say, it is better to give than to receive, and Skyblast is certainly going to give these people a show.

He half-dances going into the stairs and does a cartwheel at the top one before vaulting himself atop the podium. Skyblast reclines himself atop the podium, the way a model might array herself on the hood of a car. He winks to the crowd and announces cheerily, voice carrying well despite his height, "Now presenting... the Most Villainous Character!"

He puts a hand on his chest as if feeling a bit impugned, and he assures, "Not that I am in any way an expert on the topic, but given the first entry in the category, I think I see what they're getting at."

With that, he leaps off the podium and transform just before he hits the ground in a clatter. There is an advantage to being an extremely small and agile jet; he can fly indoors. He sketches a bust, noble in form, but expression marked by cruelty. "The alternate Rodimus Prime! Slagged me senseless first chance he got and didn't stop there."

Next up is a Junkion who literally qualifies as a dollface, Nightbeat's speech habits aside. "Screwdriver! Is she in league with the forces of Darkness and Award Shows? Only time will tell."

Sketching the next one is just a bit insulting to the artist. Hexagon. Yellow optic. Side fins. It's so slagging easy! "Shockwave! Logic untempered by passion is something people should dread indeed."

Last but not least is a generic Seeker. Oh, it's Starscream? They all look alike. He ought to consider having a wee Decepticon symbol on his forehead or claws or longer arms or something to set himself apart. "Starscream! Leader of the evil Decepticons. So, technically, does he inherit his subordinates' evil? Because that would be a lot of evil."

Those busts sketched out in the air behind the podium, Skyblast crosses over the podium, transforms, tumbles four times, and lands on the podium on his feet. He bows with a flourish, one hand sweeping to point at each bust in turn.

[Victoria Raines]

Most Villainous? While Shockwave does not find it a true surprise that some might consider him to be so, Shockwave has never considered himself a villain in this great play. "Good" and "Evil", "Hero" and "Villian" are terms assigned arbitrarily by others in accordance and deferment to their base emotions and belief. Shockwave's gods of Order and Logic can not be marginalized in such a manner, and hence neither can he.

But still, Shockwave stands, and yes, like so many the Powers that Be had seen fit to dress him up a bit; though perhaps not he is not dressed so oddly as some others. Merely an ankle length, cavalry-style grey frock, purple cuffs, lapels and trim, and shiny gold buttons. The only other accessory, a slightly curved saber, which Shockwave places carefully on his table. Perhaps those with a bent toward Terran web-based serial entertainment might recognize this particular coat and saber, but then again, perhaps not. The coat is removed, folded, and draped just so over his chair.

He nods in recognition of the nomination, and then merely waits for the Autobot to announce the supposed winner of this farce.

[Rodimus Prime-3]

Rodimus Prime smiles coolly up at the Autobot on the stage. He is leaned back in his seat, his legs stretched out and rested on the table in front of him, a cube resting lightly in his left hand. Villainous? He's been called that before and he'll be called that again. But from his perspective, he is merely taking what is rightfully his, and doing with it what he will, as is also his right. Those who stand against him are merely too short sighted to understand the joys of accepting the place in their universe.

He takes a long sip of his drink, and then purrs out, "Didn't stop there? My dear little jet, I'll never stop."

[Starscream]

Starscream sneers at the diminuitive presenter from his crowded table. "Generic? My face is dark gray, which is much more stylish than the paler faces of everyone else."

Suddenly, a loud obnoxious tune begins from the desk table. It comes from a small appliance on the table he's sitting at. Did Starscream find a Gillanese cellphone just to bring to the ceremony, and intentionally not turn it off during the ceremony?!

It might not be possible to get some last-minute 'evil' points in, but surely it cannot hurt!

[Mirage-3]

A blue and white mech shimmers into view just behind his Prime, a mech many here have particular reason to hate. He is not nominated for this award, would be surprised, really, were he nominated for any category. He is but a bit player in this epic.

Mirage says nothing, merely tries to rest his left hand lightly on Rodimus' shoulder just at the neck join. Most here would harm the Prime if they could, would kill him. That is something Mirage can not allow; the hound laid claim to that privilege long ago. If Rodimus Prime dies, it will be due to one of Mirage's darts piercing his brain module.

[Nimbus Tsura]

Everyone is an art critic.

Skyblast reaches down and picks up somethign from the podium. This award is no gleaming piece of crystal. Instead, it is a model of Cybertron, a burned out husk, blackened and charred, held in a wrought iron frame with pikes aplenty.

"Let's face it, the worst that Screwdriver has done here is kill some of the native wildlife. Shockwave has been entirely too creepy, after the minds of his troops, rather than their hearts. Starscream has attempted to forge an evil empire, randomly shot his own men, forgotten to turn off his cell phone, and made a pact with the devil, but it's time to give the devil his due."

"Alternate Rodimus Prime! You are the winner of the Most Villainous Award."

As soon as this award is over, Skyblast is going straight to the changing room to cry.

[Rodimus Prime-3]

Rodimus Prime's hand reaches up to lightly touch Mirage's, and then drops. He pulls himself lazily to his feet, no hurry to get anywhere. He then walks towards the stage, smiling smugly at his goody-two-shoes double (who glowers back), and climbs the stairs, quiet-but-heavy footfalls bringing too mine one of the great cats.

Then, more swiftly, but still with a languid-seeming, he closes the distance between himself and the podium. He stands there, towering over the tiny jet, and looks down, hands rested lightly at his hips.