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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 16, 2009 22:10:19 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime, with the odd glassy calm of a zealot in his optics, assures, "Oh, I didn't leave her to die. Optimus did. I wanted to go back and look for her. Optimus was all blah blah blah the scanner doesn't pick up any life signs. Psssh. Idiot. He held me back and wouldn't let me look."
A pause.
"But what's it to you? I mean, I get that you're using her voice, but if you're tryin' a guilt me or something, you got the wrong number. Optimus is your man, and man, I'd love to see him here."
Is he saying he'd like to see a fellow Autobot suffer at the hands of some Decepticons? Yeah. He totally would.
Then, Sentinel Prime blusters, "Do you know for sure what they put in me? I'd hate for your fun to be cut short by a lethal drug interaction. Because even if that stuff isn't lethal - and I'm not saying I believe it is - it could be, given the junk in me now."
Oh yes, Sentinel Prime has junk in his trunk. He also has a Ph.D in BS.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 16, 2009 22:40:50 GMT -5
"Oh, Optimus stopped you did he? I suppose he knocked you out and carted you off that planet forcibly then, overpowered you and kept you from saving her? I'm surprised you'd admit that he could best you in any way Sentinel Prime."
The sarcasm, it drips.
Blackarachnia cants her eyes up at Oil Slick. She had not intended to do this with an audience present, but she knows she isn't likely to get this opportunity again.
//So, Mr. Team Charr, let's just cut to it. I'm letting you muck about with my own plans here, and this one and I we have some history, as you've no doubt guessed. History that currently is known only to a very select group of our dear comrades in arms here- and to none back 'home'.//
//I want to keep it that way.//
Hidden in that is the question of, what's that gonna cost me?
Back to Sentinel again, "And this is my normal, unaltered voice, sweetheart. I'm not 'using' anyone else's."
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Post by Oil Slick on Dec 18, 2009 0:16:55 GMT -5
Oh, this is lovely. Blackmail material, just handed over to Oil Slick, with a side of compensation? Sign him up!
Oil Slick continues to feign fine-tuning of the hypo-gun while he talks with his comrade. //If I might procure two things, then it will be as if I heard nothing. I wish to know the timestamp of when our friend here came from, if you could please ask him, and... I would like a decently-sized sample of your venom -- in a vial.// Oil Slick is careful with that request - he knows what can happen when one leaves words open to be twisted.
And if Blackarachnia doesn't stop him, Oil Slick moves closer, finding an exposed fuel line to inject Sentinel Prime with and giving him a dose of the chemical.
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OOC: Inoculation of Sentinel Prime done with player permission.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 18, 2009 12:27:15 GMT -5
"Held me back," Sentinel Prime replies sullenly. "He shouldn't have had seniority. I always wondered, when I got split away from them - did he just kill her himself and make up the rest of the story?"
Paranoia is an ugly thing.
Then Oil Slick injects him with something, and it goes from ugly to worse.
He sways in his bonds, and his face becomes a rictus of pain and fear. Sentinel Prime jibbers, "Ooooh, I get it now! You're Elita-1, and you and Optimus have been working with the Decepticons all along! That's why you went off alone together in that old Decepticon shuttle - to contact your master, Megatron! You're trying to get me, all of you! Well, you'll never get my..."
"...SPOOON!"
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 19, 2009 14:39:18 GMT -5
//While I can not guarantee that we can find out his extraction point, your terms are otherwise acceptable.// And too easy, but Blackarachnia won't complain. She'll just be wary.
She steps back when Oil Slick moves forward, scowling a bit as she considers the Prime's paranoid ramblings. My, but he really has gone rather deep into the conspiracy pool, hasn't he? For a few moments, she considers that, maybe, just perhaps, he might be more useful twisted even more, made into an ally... perhaps even cursed to live the partially organic existence as herself. At least she wouldn't be alone anymore.
And then he starts ranting about cutlery and Decepticons like a lunatic and she is reminded of the reasons she always needed him to be tempered by Optimus.
Blackarachnia sighs and literally facepalms. "I though you said it would clear his head, 'Doctor', not make him worse."
"Though I will say, Sentinel, dear, that you're about half right in your delusions. I am your dear Elita-1's futureself."
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Post by Oil Slick on Dec 22, 2009 17:53:22 GMT -5
//Excellent!// There's a touch of delight in Oil Slick's tone as he responds, pulling back from Sentinel Prime. The chemist commences to cleaning his instrument.
His face takes on a sinister smirk, watching as Sentinel Prime flips his gourd and chuckling in a low tone when Blackarachnia comments. "It will - it will counteract the sedatives. There's just a few bumps along the way. No pain, no gain after all. Give him a few moments, and his head should clear completely soon."
He might not be able to put Sentinel through the wringer of his various fear toxins, but he'll take what little amusements he can get. And he'll get a nice sample of his comrade's most peculiar venom out of it.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 22, 2009 18:23:22 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime squints. This is easy. Too easy.
So it can't be right.
Then, the sudden, awful truth hits him, and he howls, "No, that can't be right! You couldn't admit to it that fast! That means... you're Optimus Prime!" He squirms. "You're a trap!"
Sentinel Prime continues his logical progression, "And that means the Doc there... he's Elita-1. Just a dude."
The awful truth gets worse and hits him like a ton of bricks, and he screams, "No! Noooo! I don't care if Elita-1 is a biker man and Optimus Prime is a smokin' babe now! You'll never turn me into a woman! Never!"
Sentinel Prime quakes with fear at the very thought.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 22, 2009 22:29:48 GMT -5
Blackarachnia grimaces.
"So lovely to know one of your greatest fears is having a sex change. Like you wouldn't spend the time afterward doing some 'self-exploration' anyway. Idiot!" She smacks him hard across the back of his head, only pulling the blow a little.
"Hung up as you are on Optimus, I'm beginning to wonder if it wasn't him you were after and not me, all those years ago."
She stalks back around and pulls a chair up a short distance in front of Sentinel. She sits backwards in it, resting her arms on the chair back. The fur coat frames her body nicely, not that there's anyone to really notice.
"That clear mind better come soon, 'Doctor.' He's always been a paranoid ass, but he's never been quite this stupid."
OOC: Rattling Sentinel's CPU done w/ player permission.
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Post by Oil Slick on Dec 24, 2009 0:51:29 GMT -5
Oil Slick's optics widen, staring at Sentinel Prime and simply boggling at that queer little outburst.
That's all the chemist does for several moments before shaking his head and sighing. "Apparently, I must get a sample of the sedatives they use at this facility for our kind. While... bizarre, these are rather interesting side effects."
He turns to Blackarachnia, tapping a claw on his chin. "It should be any time now... The chemical was fast-acting and fast-metabolizing..."
--- OOC: Or in plainspeak, it should be wearing off this round.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 24, 2009 20:36:45 GMT -5
These people are assuming that Sentinel Prime's head can be cleared. Insolent fools! They should know better than to think that.
He huffs, looks deeply offended, and insists, "Why - I never! I'd rather be a woman stuck in a room with Alpha Trion than get with Maintenance Prime!"
Alpha Trion is an old creep. Sentinel Prime has never liked him. But it's true that if Sentinel Prime was a she, she'd spend a day getting to know herself in front of a mirror and then go looking for a video camera and Elita-1.
Sentinel Prime stares off into the distance, twitching a little as what he just said really sinks in. "And that beard. What's up with the beard? It's just wrong. And he knows it. And he knows I know it. And that's why he's never liked me! The beards... the beards are closing in!"
A pause.
"You'll never make me a bearded lady!"
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 25, 2009 13:48:15 GMT -5
"Hmpf. Maybe he's just gone clean round the bend since last time we met," Blackarachnia huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning down at Sentinel.
"Sentinel, dear, do try to focus on something other than your delusions. No one in their right mind would make you into a woman. They'd have to relocate your chin's prominence to your chest, and then you'd be overbalanced. You'd look like one of those Earth Barbie dolls, and be about as functional. Though the doll might have more processor power."
Of course, Mixmaster and Hook might do it just for the lulz.
She crouches down in front of Sentinel, gently resting her hands on his thighs. Her tone changes to something softer, more persuasive. "But I was Elita-1, once upon a time. Not Optimus. Not some other construct. Optimus left me there- on purpose, of course. Because I wouldn't choose him. He was always so jealous of you, you know."
If life gives you paranoia, make it worse.
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Post by Oil Slick on Dec 27, 2009 22:31:35 GMT -5
Oil Slick chuckles a bit at Blackarachnia's comment. "Entirely possible. They did put him in the Elite Guard, after all..." he says, then sighs in frustration at Sentinel's rantings. "To get enough material to make a beard to cover that gargantuan jaw would take half a battleship," he mutters under his breath.
"Perhaps a sedative fit to our types would work better..." the chemist mumbles, ticking through various vials in his pack of toys.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 27, 2009 22:42:12 GMT -5
Hmm, with a rack like that...
Sentinel Prime does not need to be fantasising about himself. Herself. Whatever.
He narrows his optics and glares, antennae pinned back. He grumbles, "And I bet you have some real nice property on a Decepticon bridge you'd like to sell me, but... if Optimus got Elita-1 turned into a freaky spider, and that's what you're saying, he had to be planning to turn me into a spider, too!"
Horror strikes him as he considers the thought.
"And a woman! And I'd have to eat all my boyfriends! And then they couldn't compliment my rack! They'd be all dead. And eaten. And ew."
Congratulations. This just might be the worst thing ever.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Dec 28, 2009 11:51:59 GMT -5
Blackarachnia's fingers form into claws on Sentinel's leg, nails digging into the paint ever so slightly.
"The female of the species may be the most deadly, but I don't make a habit of eating my trysting partners. Just...putting them to sleep for awhile." She reaches up to try and stroke Sentinel's cheek. "I've learned quite a lot since my innocent cadet days."
She leans up, in close, to murmur, "But it was your idea to go to the planet in the first place, so he couldn't have planned anything. But he is ever the opportunist, Optimus is." Note she is not disabusing him of the notion that Optimus would have left him there, as well.
"And if I'm not her, then how do I know that Elita protected your unconscious aft from that first spider attack, borrowing your shielding ability? Or that Elita's first reactions upon seeing the spiders' webbing was to think it beautiful?"
// Mrf. Just have a care. Don't want to break him physically before I break him mentally.// she says to Oil Slick, then sighs. //His paranoia and hatred of Optimus Prime is too tempting. You know, if we can get him to calm down a bit, we might persuade him to be an ally or informant of sorts.//
A pause.
//Just for us, of course.//
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Post by Oil Slick on Jan 3, 2010 7:32:48 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the delay - been waiting on a PM, but I'll go ahead and post something in the interest of getting things moving. ---
Feh. The affection is almost disgusting to Oil Slick. Why let anyone get that close, when they could bring you down within a moment? especially the technorganic.
...oh, right, Sentinel Prime is restrained, and they both want to make him squirm.
As Blackarachnia speaks, the chemist doesn't miss a beat, seeking out the right vial for a proper sedative. //An intriguing proposition - let me see what I can come up with...//
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