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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Nov 30, 2009 10:12:05 GMT -5
//Oh yes, it is imperative that we find out if he has a flier kink,// Skystrike lazily circles back over the fountain. //important information and all.//
Transforming, the seeker falls the last dozen or so meters before turning her lifters on and gently touching down behind Misfire. She then takes a good, long look at the chaos that the Autobot had left behind, glancing at the cops, the angry civilians, before finally turning her attention to the Autobot at hand. There's a moment more of contemplative silence before the berkut rumbles and settles on a look of mild interest.
//It's almost as if we didn't need to do any work at all.//
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 1, 2009 13:37:00 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime tends to be oblivious. He is, in fact, oblivious enough to not think that the irate aliens and cops over there could possibly have anything to do with him.
Granted, he still hasn't figured out that Misfire is a man.
When the other Seeker arrives, a dark blue Starscream clone, darker than the known one, Sentinel Prime hikes his thumb over at Skystrike and asks Misfire, "He your boyfriend?"
Sentinel Prime smirks slightly. Oh, sure, he's offended. He's also surrounded.
That, at least, he has noticed.
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Post by Misfire on Dec 1, 2009 14:45:54 GMT -5
Misfire lets his feet settle on the ground about the same time that Skystrike touches down. Interestingly enough, this Sentinel Prime fellow seems a bit harder to provoke than Misfire expected, given the way the Autobot had hauled aft after him earlier.
Sentinel's query makes Misfire snort, "No, she is not. I do believe Wreckage would have something to say about such an insinuation. Then again maybe not," Misfire shifts so he can smirk at Skystrike but still watch Sentinel, "Tall, pale, and gruesome doesn't talk much, even when upset."
//Maybe, but we can't start anything, and he seems more intent on chatting than fighting. Either he's horribly overconfident or he's got an an ace in the hole.// And if he does, Misfire wonders if it's one with Emirate Xaaron's picture on it.
Misfire makes a point of looking over at the cops, wondering just how involved they'd get in the even of furball.
The big cop in the beat-up hat hat quirks an eyebrow up and scowls at the group. Firkin' tourists. He starts to head toward the fountain, his regulation-dressed companion scurrying after him.
"Yo, metalheads. Don't know what's the deal here or back on Pleasure Row, but you ain't spreading your crap on my beat for me to clean up." Once he's close enough he tries to shove a finger into Sentinel's chest. "You, you got some reparations to make."
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 1, 2009 16:53:45 GMT -5
"He's more likely to have problems with the insuations that you have just made, really. I doubt there will be any verbose rebuke though," Skystrike intones, treating all present (well, depending on whether or not they had the hearing range to actually hear it) to the sound of her immensely deep voice.
That probably didn't help with the gender confusion.
//Or maybe he's just their Duskwing,// the seeker replies bemusedly. //We can stick around though; find out which one he is. See if he could be useful to us.//
And then the cop comes storming up to them and Skystrike... well, she continues looking mildly interested, if only because she feels some obligation to put an expression on. People getting yelled at was not an exciting or new affair, even if it was an Autobot.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 1, 2009 18:54:14 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime is what is known as an 'ace hole'.
Somehow, he is getting all the best gossip about the Decepticons' love lives. It perplexes him. The dark clone's voice and the pink woman's assertion about the clone's gender is also baffling. Man, Starscream really was a whiny little girl, wasn't here? Sentinel Prime remarks, "Rocking the Strika look, eh? Not like Miss Fire there. She's all woman."
Sentinel Prime looks confused as the cops come and get all up in his face, and when that finger jabs at him, he flops over into the fountain.
Blup blup blup.
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Post by Misfire on Dec 1, 2009 19:42:55 GMT -5
Misfire opens his mouth to retort to Skystrike when Sentinel's comment registers.
"All...what?"
To say Misfire looks gobsmacked would be an understatement.
Aimless, meanwhile, has fallen off Misfire's hip, transforming in the process, and is currently rolling on the ground while clutching his stomach.
"Oh..oh..my GOD! Hethinksyou'reagirl and... BWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Aimless cackles, "He..you..flirting...oh..can't...breathe...hahahahahahahahaahahah..."
Both the cops give the ROFL'ing Nebulan confused looks. Not because of the cackling, but because they aren't used to guns turning into people.
"Is that a weapon or a robot?," the lady cops asks. Her badge reads Mon-T'ya. She shakes her head, "Nevermind. Regardless, it's non-standard and will have to be registered down at the station if it hasn't all ready. We're a bit stricter in this area than in others." She tosses her green hair back over her shoulder and poises her pen over her notepad.
"Start talking. What's Demolition Man's story?"
Meanwhile, her partner has reached into the fountain, grabbed Sentinel by the (broken) arm and hauled him out onto the cobblestones. He looms over the Autobot and says, "You got some explanation for all that mess, or what?" He jerks his thumb back toward Sentinel's path of destruction.
manhandling Sentinel done w/ permission.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 1, 2009 19:48:00 GMT -5
If Sentinel looks back where the cop is pointing, his gaze might wander up one of the brightly lit buildings.
If it does, he might spy an eerily familiar looking (to him) purple spider cling upside down to a decorative outcropping.
The spider watches.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 2, 2009 11:21:02 GMT -5
If there's an skip in Skystrike engines, it has nothing whatsoever to do with covering up her laughter. She manages to keep a straight face, however, and watches the unfolding events with a carefully blank expression... Alright, maybe a little snort of amusement, but it wasn't like that could be heard considering how hard Misfire's gun was laughing.
//Well,// she sends after a moment, watching Sentinel fall into the fountain with a bit too much interest, //at least you're not all man?// Misfire isn't the only one getting confused here, although Skystrike did have the benefit of not being flirted with by a very, very strange Autobot.
The little tid-bit about a 'Strika' was noted however, and the seeker sends an inquiry over the radio. Then the policewoman asks them a question and the seeker cycles her optics in a slow blink. How does one go about explaining such an absurd situation?
"No idea," Skystrike answers at last, giving a slight shrug. "Apparently he saw my friend up in the sky and just decided to give chase. He seems to be rather randy though, and perhaps quite a bit more crazy."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 2, 2009 11:54:42 GMT -5
As he is hauled out of the fountain and up to his feet by a disgusting organic creature, the sopping wet Sentinel Prime cries out piteously, "Oooow! That's my bad arm, man! What do you think you're-"
His optics track along the direction that the cop is pointing. He sees a filthy city that needs to be razed to the ground and then sprayed with sanitiser. The bright lights are giving him a killer headache, but it's the darkness between the light that grabs him.
"SPIDER!" he shouts, recoiling, perhaps tugging on the cop if he still has a hold of Sentinel Prime's arm. Fear and loathing both cross his face, for he does recognise that spider. It looks just like the ones that killed Elita-1, when Optimus Prime abandoned her.
The stinking city and the horrible organic holding his arm and the memento mori - not his own, Elita-1's - are all too much. He twitches and gibbers quietly to himself, doing nothing to contradict Skystrike's assertion that Sentinel Prime is insane.
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Post by Misfire on Dec 2, 2009 13:37:42 GMT -5
Misfire shrugs, "More or less what she said. I heard all the kerfluffle about the crash over that away," he inclines his head back toward the pleasure district and since I was already out stretching my wings, made a pass over."
"This guy, he came outta the crashed ship-" he points at the gibbering mess that is currently Sentinel Prime, "-he takes off after me, hollering about making things kinky and hard, and calling me baby. He's been trying to chat me up since I landed. Don't know if that crash knocked something loose, of if he's naturally like this." Misfire shrugs, "Most people we've run into in our travels with that symbol or similar tend to be a bit...off, but I wasn't expecting...well, that."
Misfire manages to look rather convincingly embarrassed as he rubs the back of his head and looks down at his partner. "And it isn't funny Aimless. You know I don't swing that way." Fidget, fidget, look uncomfortable, ignore the Like hell you don't Mr. There Aren't Girls in My Reality retort Aimless makes via their link. Definitely ignore Skystrike's questioning of his manhood.
"And, um, Aimless is my partner. Yeah, he's a gun, but he's also a person. We work together. Mutually beneficial relationship and such."
"Partners?" Mon-T'ya says, "Well, that puts you on the horns of a dilemma, but you guys are obviously new, so here's the deal. We don't like weapons we don't understand being carried about openly in this district. We also don't want pets running about getting into things and spooking the tourists. Tiny people that turn into weapons? That qualifies on both levels." She glances down at the now-very-much affronted Aimless. "Sorry kid, just laying out the facts."
"I'll write you out a temp pass, but you're going to have to head down to the permit office and get legal within twenty four hours. If we catch you out here without that later, we won't be so nice."
"Buul'ock, you got nutty Blue Boy there under control?" She turns back to her partner, who is busy trying to manhandle the freaking out Prime into a pair of cuffs. He spits his toothpick out on the ground and snarls.
"Oh, I got 'em, even if I have ta knock him out. Might do that anyway, just to stop the noise." He glares over at the other robots, then across the way at...nothing because the supposed spider is gone. "This whole lot stinks like last week's kitty litter. Ain't no one as innocent as you two come off soundin'." These new guys, all of them, they're gonna be bad news. He can feel it in his bones.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 2, 2009 13:58:36 GMT -5
That's right, the giant spider is gone!
Well sort of.
As soon as Sentinel began his freakout, Blackarachnia had transformed and dropped down into the alley. She leans against the wall, hidden by shadow, thoroughly enjoying the effect one little glimpse of her had on her ex-friend.
She wonders if she can manage to drive him completely mad. Break his mind permanently, and then let Optimus cope with that. Make sure Optimus knows that she destroyed Sentinel merely because she could, make sure he knows it's entirely his fault.
She doesn't want to kill them. She wants them to live forever in guilt and self-loathing.
Just like she does.
//What's the matter honey? Got a touch of arachnophobia? Maybe you need some 'energony goodness' to calm you down?// She radios on Sentinel's frequency, but he won't recognize hers. She gave that up along with the name.
Her voice may have the tiniest ring of the familiar, however.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 2, 2009 14:51:56 GMT -5
Skystrike watches Sentinel's abrupt descent into further madness with a sense of morbid curiousity. He just continued to bring things down upon himself, didn't he? It was like watching a bad space trainwreck- even if it was currently paying off for them.
//Pet?// she rumbles after distantly listening to Misfire and Mon-T'ya discuss legalities. //I wonder what her opinion on Casseticons would be.// The potential resulting entertainment from having the district levelled by Frenzy and/or Rumble was something to consider as well.
Ah, there was the name of the other cop. Mon-T'ya and Buul'ock. Nice cop, grumpy cop. The latter was talking to them now.
Arching a proverbial brow as Buul'ock attempts to drag the Autobot off, Skystrike deigns not to say much else on the situation. They were talking about an Autobot crazy enough to run pedestrians over chasing after Misfire; an Autobot being crazy was hardly their fault, intentional baiting aside. And they never said they were innocent, did they?
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 2, 2009 20:50:18 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime is ludicrously easy to handcuff, as Optimus Prime demonstrated. He does struggle after the handcuffs are on, but struggling is not useful then! If they were stasis cuffs, though, he wouldn't even be able to struggle.
Furiously, he sputters, "What gives, you gearhead!? It's right there, right..." he stares back in that direction frantically. The spider's gone. "...your stupid city needs better lighting."
But there's a voice in his head.
"Aaaauuuuuugh!"
//My energony goodness is between me, myself, and I! Get out of my head!//
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Post by Misfire on Dec 3, 2009 0:25:36 GMT -5
//Well, they don't turn into weapons, really. They might just get mistaken for 'tiny people' and be okay.// Misfire muses. //This really was too easy. Though we apparently have the larger spider lady to thank for this guy's freak out.//
For some reason, Misfire doesn't sound happy about that. She gives him the creeps, in a way the Pretender-shell-like Predacons don't.
"I'll be sure to do that, Officer," he says, taking the paper from her, "I'm not the only one with a partner, so I'll be sure to pass along the rules to my fellows."
"Thank you for your help with that guy. If we aren't needed anymore...," Misfire trails off as Buul'ock interrupts.
"You can get. Preferably right outta my town, but I ain't so lucky, I know. Would you shut your trap?" he snaps at Sentinel and tries to jerk the Autobot off his feet. If he does, he'll start dragging Sentinel toward the squad car.
"Mon-T'ya! Move it! We gotta get this guy booked in the loony bin, then I wanna see what's going on down the way." Find out how many of these blasted guys he has to deal with, and maybe who holds this nut's leash.
The female cop sighs and strides after her partner.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 3, 2009 0:39:43 GMT -5
//Sentinel, darling, I'll never be out of your head. I'll always be here, lurking in the shadows, watching you.//
Blackarachnia laughs then, a dark, seductive laugh with a bitter edge, //Isn't that what you always wanted?//
She goes silent then, waiting for the cops to carry Sentinel Prime off. She wants to see where they take him.
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