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Post by Makeshift on Dec 22, 2009 10:39:14 GMT -5
Off to the side, Makeshift groans. When the building collapsed, his own tow cable whipped him into the ground, leaving him dazed. Now that the static is clearing, he transforms and lurches to his feet, winding the cable back in.
Giving his head a shake to clear his optics, Makeshift makes his way over to the debris opposite Elita and begins pulling aside what he can. What he lacks in reach, he makes up for in being stronger than he looks for his size.
OOC:Apologies for the delay, got slapped around a bit by reality.
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Post by Ramulus on Dec 22, 2009 13:01:58 GMT -5
Elita helping, Ramulus drags himself out of the rubble, shaking off filth and rubbing sore parts. He shrugs off; “I survived bigger impacts, will be fine” He sighs, “what about Clipper?” He looks back at the pile, then stares back at Elita-1 just slightly on guard, “of course a steel knight like you was implying rescue and asking for a way how” His tone is a bit wavering and defensive; he should really trust these Autobots not to leave one of their own behind, but one can’t really say that the Maximals did a good job building that foundation.
“But how….” He wonders, looking over at Makeshift, squinting his optics; digging would be the only way, but how could they, wait!! “You!” He turns and stabs a finger towards Elita, “No! Not you! (Dismissive wave of the notion) Well, of course you’re a fine alternative option but perhaps too different” Ramulus scrambles upright, eager to get to the top of the collapse. He quickly transforms to his mountain goat form and tackles the terrain effortlessly. Up the top he makes a broadband radio call and, while waiting for an answer, activates his sensors; their deep soil scanning fields are aimed to dive straight into the remains of the brothel.
To Makeshift and Elita-1 he explains: "I'm trying to locate her mass; you bots are metalliferous, so I might pinpoint her as an ore substance not found anywhere else here".
((Almost forgot about that one. Scenemod to judge effectiveness perhaps? Also, glad to have Makeshift back with us!))
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Post by Elita-1 on Dec 23, 2009 13:25:50 GMT -5
Elita is quite taken about by Ramulus's tone. She doesn't like, it nor that he seems to be implying that she wouldn't be talking about rescue. She puts her hands on her hips and frowns down at the Maximal.
"Of course I mean rescue! But I'm not schooled in rescue ops, you-" she breaks off as the Ibex continues to behave rather erratically (or so it seems to her).
And then he's talking about scanning and science stuff and she's lost for a moment. Then his call comes across the radio and she gets where's he's going.
"Oh! You can scan for her body mass and maybe her life signature?"
She doesn't get the molecular reality differences thing. Metal is metal, though maybe the Micros have a different alloy, not coming from Cybertron. Maybe that's what he meant.
She looks over at the Minicon. "You okay? Or relatively so?"
OOC: welcome back Makeshift!
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Post by SceneMod on Dec 23, 2009 13:55:04 GMT -5
Ramulus's scans will show several pockets of what could be Clipper-sized and shaped forms. Of these, two are giving off heat signatures. Another is not, but if there are scans being done for sound as well, it is giving off a faint whirling and clicking noise.
There are also a few organic forms sized more to the average Pz-Zazz resident. These are unmoving, and their heat signatures are rapidly fading, if present at all.
The man who toted off Clipper has made it far down the underground tunnel line, and is emerging on the street on the back edge of the tourist district in an alley. (If/when, group tries to track a scent.)
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Post by Makeshift on Dec 23, 2009 20:35:19 GMT -5
"Fight later, dig now," Makeshift grunts, lifting out a wall strut and tossing it aside. His digging is slow going, relying mostly on the magnets in his palms to lift metal debris, since he can't actually bend his fingers around anything.
"I'll live," he replies to Elita. The only new damage Makeshift shows is a dent in his chest where he met the planet. ".....Unlike this person...." he adds grimly as he comes across a limp organic arm. Undaunted, he continues moving what he can. Part of rescue work is focusing on the ones you can still help first.
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Post by Ramulus on Dec 26, 2009 18:05:32 GMT -5
“Correct!” Ramulus exclaims, glancing at Elita. The Micros don’t have any real differences from the rest of the lot, which he wanted to be sure off. Now that he got that information, he zones off in a storm of data processing.
Because the area is relatively small-medium considering to his range, he is done in a few minutes, and his consciousness is accompanied by an involuntary wagging of the tail. Ramulus has reason to mind the other sources, but almost none to transfer their locations to Makeshift and Elita. At least, not to worry them with right now…..
He looks to the pockets more fitting to whom they are searching for; “right, I noticed some spots…. Makeshift… may I direct you to continue digging in current direction? Perhaps keep a slight left; er, the other left, sorry! … Miss Elita?” he bounds down the pile to stop on a certain spot, scratching it with his hoof and bucking his head, “dig over here, and I’ll be right there, no time to waste!” Indeed, Ramulus does make his way over to the last pocket, transforms, and begins to clear the location as quickly as possible.
Should none of the others claim the ‘whirling & clicking’ pocket, Ramulus might befall that by default. But feel free to claim.
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Post by Elita-1 on Dec 27, 2009 10:29:19 GMT -5
Elita hurries to where Ramulus has directed. Knowing what he was after now, she can appreciate the Maximal's urgency. She works quickly to try and dig through the debris.
"Oof! Wish there was time to go borrow again," she mutters," Would make this go so much faster..."
Even so, she makes decent progress. There are no sounds coming from her search area, though.
OOC: er, no sure what she'll find, so I'll let the scenemod catch that.
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Post by SceneMod on Dec 28, 2009 11:39:25 GMT -5
The areas Elita-1 and Makeshift are searching both yield death in varying degrees of gruesomeness.
Makeshift's wounded is a robotic alien, roughly the height of the Micromasters. He is dressed (though barely), and though his clothing is torn, his former profession might be obvious to those familiar with such things. A large piece of rebar is protuding from his eye. It looks like it must have gone through whatever passes for his core processor.
The alien's construction seems soft, though, young, and the only marks on his body seem to have come from the collapse.
Elita's find is a bit more squickish, a small female, her body studded with gems and gilded in gold. She is still tied to a bedframe, though both she and the bed are now quite flat. There's a look of horror on her face, as if she saw her death coming and couldn't avoid it.
The noises in Ramulus's area are getting louder as he gets deeper. Added to that is a faint whimpering noise.
As for the distraught building owner and her wounded? They are quickly scattering, either under their own power or being carried off.
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Post by Makeshift on Dec 29, 2009 18:09:54 GMT -5
If the situation weren't serious, Makeshift might be tempted to do a 'no, your OTHER left' gag.
Uncovering the corpse puts a definite damper on that, though. Makeshift isn't quite familiar enough with the concept of clothing (beyond a vague idea of "armor for beings that don't have it built it"), so it means little to him. He lightly touches the rebar, then shakes his head; whatever it hit inside this being's head, it's clearly too late. After a moment's pause, he grips the bar as best he can and slides it out, leaving a puddle of fluids oozing out, and tosses it aside.
Heedless of how the alien's fluids leak over his hands, Makeshift cradles the body in his arms and, with a booster-assisted hop, lays him clear of the wreckage. He then turns back to return to digging.
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Post by Ramulus on Dec 29, 2009 19:50:34 GMT -5
Ramulus is working hard and with pure concentration, describing neat circles of demontage. When he hears the sounds, he stops briefly, but quickly picks back up his pace. "I hear something!" He says, becoming even more deliberate in when and where and how he excavates stuff.
"H-hello? We're digging you out.... just... hold on and stay calm" He tries to communicate.
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Post by Elita-1 on Dec 30, 2009 12:23:17 GMT -5
The gasp or horror. Elita-1 lets out when she uncovers the smashed lady says volumes. She's never even seen real violence before, let alone an actual death!
She stumbles back a few steps, hand over her mouth, just staring for a few seconds at the horrible site.
"By the Allspark...I...we did this..we...we killed people." She sobs. Accidental or not, the Autobots are still responsible. It's a difficult concept to wrap her head around, and her first instinct is to reach out to her friends. But...Sentinel is non-responsive, and Optimus- Optimus has made it clear that he's too busy for her at the moment.
This could have been Clipper.
That thought running through her mind snaps her out of her funk. She doesn't try to move the body as Makeshift did; she can't quite bring herself to even look at it again. What she does do is join Ramulus in his work.
He called to someone. That means there might be someone alive down there.
It means he might have found Clipper.
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Post by SceneMod on Dec 31, 2009 10:56:46 GMT -5
Ramulus has not found Clipper.
He has found a clockwork automaton decked out in regal finery, complete with a curly, powdered wig. His outfit would fit right in with any French court of the day.
A porcelain mask hides his clockwork face, a mask painted with a creepily cheery grin and, oddly enough, a "second mask" of maroon and gold around that face. The spilled drinks and fallen serving tray would proclaim him a servant in the house, most likely.
The body jerks and twitches as bent and mangled gears attempt to continue counting down. What sounded like whimpering from above proves to be the faint sigh and sputter of hydraulics leaking fluid and pressure.
So, what do you all think of a fade out on continued digging for Clipper- which will come up empty, of course? That way we can start a search team a day or so later?
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Post by Ramulus on Jan 5, 2010 18:45:42 GMT -5
His hands stops digging as they uncover the automaton. Ramulus's face settles in a deep frown, turns sorrowful right before carefully carrying the machine out. "No..." A life lost. The small thought that this at least wasn't Clipper does not brighten him at all; this was their last lead at the moment -of his scans!-, and he lays it aside carefully. The Maximal momentarily bows his head, and with a determined gaze picks at the rubble again. "I'm not stopping until she's found" He declares grimly, "She's part of the pack"
Player thinks fade out is fine. Ramulus will remain digging for Clipper off screen.
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Post by Elita-1 on Jan 6, 2010 15:10:31 GMT -5
"Neither am I!" Elita exclaims, though she doesn't immediately start digging again.
"I'm going to go borrow strength again, and it sounds like we'll at least have some help soon." She glances back toward the others.
She dashes off toward Omega.
Fading is fine by me!
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