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Post by Sentinel Prime on Feb 22, 2010 22:38:03 GMT -5
Is Blackarachnia really Elita One?
She's forgotten something very important about Sentinel.
Nothing is ever his fault.
Things that are actually his fault? Not his fault.
Things that are not actually his fault? Especially not his fault.
Sentinel Prime sputters, "Woman, I'm not holding a gun to your head," but he wishes he was. He'd pull the trigger, too. "I'm not making you do anything. But I'll sure watch if you wanna screw with yourself." Cha-ching.
He blusters to Oil Slick, "I'd prefer to shove those colours up your tailpipe."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Feb 23, 2010 17:20:30 GMT -5
Blackarachnia just glares at Sentinel Prime before settling more comfortably into her seat.
"Make it a good show, Oil Slick, and I'll make it worth your while afterward."
OOC: This looks like a good place for a fade out, if you two are amiable.
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Oil Slick
Rookie
Pharmacists do it over the counter.
100ccs of Pure Evil
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Post by Oil Slick on Mar 1, 2010 1:29:21 GMT -5
"No choice, then?" Oil Slick smirks, chuckling ever so deviously, followed by a soft tsk. "Then I will teach you that you that when given a choice by a Decepticon, you don't let the one making the offer make it for you."
The chemist turns a vial over in his fingers, watching the liquid move about inside. "Now... one chemical at a time, or as many as I can manage at once? So many possibilities, and so little time..."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 1, 2010 21:52:58 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime doesn't want to die, but he has to admit, that looks like a pretty good option right now. Damn it. - - - Yay fade.
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