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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Apr 26, 2010 6:58:40 GMT -5
Jetstorm visibly winces at the sight of Sentinel Prime, but steps in slowly. "Sentinel Prime, sir? Are you being okay?" A dumb question, given the fact that he's locked up, and deployed his shield so wide.
Jetstorm places a hand on the forcefield, looking in. "It's us, Jetfire and Jetstorm."
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 26, 2010 22:39:25 GMT -5
Buul'ock does not enter the room.
He says from behind the twins, "Dude's gone crazier than he was, but here he is," The big cops slams his his hands into the twins backs pushing them into the cell, then shuts the door, throwing the bolt home with a loud click.
"And here you can both stay, to work off that fine ya ain't got no money to pay. Tomorrow morning someone'll come let ya out. You got anyone I ought to notify who might be able to pay off both sets a bills, then maybe you can get out before then."
Again, manhandling with permision. Also, remember that radio doesn't work here, unless you know the proper frequencies. And the twins don't.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Apr 28, 2010 20:43:43 GMT -5
When the forcefield is touched, Sentinel Prime's head snaps around, and he stares at Jetstorm, his knight-like visor narrowing to a mere slit.
"Ah. Boys," he hisses out. "Do you want to be spiders, too?"
Ssentinel Prime starts to crawl, on hands and knees, along one of the long runner spars of the 'web', toward the twins. He rather conspicuously never touches any of the crosspieces.
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Apr 29, 2010 11:20:00 GMT -5
"Hey!" Jetfire yelps as Buul'ock forces them into the cell. He begins pounding on the door, attempting and failing to contact the other Autobots. "I am demanding phone call!"
He pauses in his banging at Sentinel Prime speaks up, turning slowly to face him with wide optics. "Ah... sir?" He shoots Jetstorm a confused and worried look. "I- I do not wanting to be a spider, Sentinel Prime, sir."
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on May 1, 2010 20:28:24 GMT -5
Jetstorm stumbles back as Sentinel Prime swings to look at him, then is yanked to look at the door as Buul'ock locks them in. "This is not being proper procedure!" he protests, and his attention is tugged once more back to Sentinel Prime, who is...crawling?
A chill shoots down Jetstorm's frame, and he looks to Jetfire with a rather freaked-out look on his face. "Brother... I am having the bad feeling about this..."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 1, 2010 21:14:18 GMT -5
That Scenemod fellah says he's skippable for the moment, so have at thee!
The Twins really might want to think about why Sentinel Prime's straight-jacket is in shreds and why the lights above are dead.
But then, thinking was never their strong suit, was it? They were about action - acrobatics ad then aerobatics, to be specific, pretty little butterflies once they ascended from their cocoons, a monarch and a morpho.
"Oh," Sentinel Prime sounds oddly sad as he answers Jetfire. "I don't think you get a choice."
Jetstorm mentioning 'proper procedure' seems to stir something behind that narrowed, navy-shot optical band, and he sits back up on his haunches, pausing in crawl toward the Twins. His head tilts to one side, and he looks like he's trying really, really hard to grasp something, but he just can't quite remember it. He mutters to himself, "The Autobot Handbook... the Autobot Handbook... no! I can't-"
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on May 2, 2010 12:29:15 GMT -5
"Very bad feeling!" Not one to cower, even in the face of his Elite Guard commander gone mad, Jetfire stands away from the door and takes a defensive stance. He does not wish to hurt Sentinel Prime, but something is very, very wrong with him and his behavior is oddly threatening. Where's a pair of stasis cuffs when you need them?
But what's this about the Autobot Handbook? As Sentinel begins to mutter, Jetfire gives his brother a shrug, then latches on to this hint of normalcy. "Ah, yes, Sentinel Prime, sir! Be remembering the Autobot Handbook. This is not the proper conduct for officer of the Cybertron Elite Guard!" Seriously, that crawling around thing is just creepy.
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on May 2, 2010 17:38:16 GMT -5
"I am thinking this place is like the car we were thrown in - blocking radios..." Jetstorm muses, joining his brother in a guarding stance. So much for sharing tactics in secret! "Must be why we could not be getting response from Sentinel Prime!"
Jetstorm watches his brother, and nods at him, joining in. "Right! What would Ultra Magnus be thinking of you right now? And Jazz?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 7, 2010 12:29:45 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime looks physically pained, quivering where he crouches, as he struggles to remember... anything, really. There's a swirling mix of inhibitors and uppers circulating in his system, and a number of maladaptive short circuits are currently operating, even as normal circuits corroded out of operation.
It's sort like looking for RAM in the henhouse - you shouldn't even be on a farm in the first place, but a poultry farm is especially wrong.
His mask retracts, and there are broad fingermarks pulled down his cheeks, as if he'd tried to wedge his finger into his optical sockets and then just pulled down.
It didn't help with the imagery very much.
He raises one hand from the floor to rub that generous chin, as he wrestles with the business of thinking and recollection. Finally, his cooling fans whining from overuse, Sentinel Prime fairly spits out, "Ultra Magnus would slagging kill me, and he'd be right."
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on May 8, 2010 22:37:24 GMT -5
Jetfire relaxes slightly. Now that sounds more like the Sentinel Prime he knows and- er, appreciates? Beaming, he says, "Sir! You are being back to normal? Or at least more normaler?"
Stepping forward slightly, he stares around the cell in concern. "What is happening here?"
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on May 9, 2010 21:32:19 GMT -5
"Being closer to normal than before, and given before, that is very good!" Jetstorm adds to his brother's comment. Good to see his commander not pretending he's a spider.
"Here? I am more wondering what is happened to you, Sentinel Prime, sir." Then he looks at Jetfire. "And more importantly, how are we to be getting out..."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 17, 2010 12:51:52 GMT -5
"Elita-1 happened," Sentinel Prime answers, tone absent. "She's a spider now, and she hates me. I told that gutter-trash, good-for-nothing Optimus that we should have looked for her, but no, he insisted there was no lifesign on the scanner."
"Slagger."
"She hates me."
He claws at one of his optics again with his fingers, looking from Jetstorm to Jefire with the other, unsynched, "Think you'd ever hate each other enough to off each other?"
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on May 19, 2010 14:25:26 GMT -5
Jetfire looks sympathetic, if somewhat confused, as Sentinel talks about Elita-1, but stiffens at Sentinel's question. "Most certainly never!" he says emphatically.
Jetstorm may need an ass-whooping now and then, but Jetfire can't imagine ever wanting to kill him!
He watches Sentinel's optics with a frown. "Sentinel Prime, sir, I am thinking you are very not well. You are making damage to your face." Seeing his former commander like this is incredibly disconcerting. Sentinel usually acted so confident and in control... He shoots a look to Jetstorm. Yes, they really need to get out of here.
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on May 21, 2010 19:27:25 GMT -5
Jetstorm looks a bit wounded that Sentinel Prime would even suggest that it might be remotely possible that Jetstorm could hate his brother. "Of course not! We are being brothers!"
While Jetfire is pointing out that their commander is hurting himself, Jetstorm has an epiphany - that big angry guy mentioned something about if they can get the fines paid, they'll be out sooner...
Jetstorm goes back to the door, trying to peer out the hole in the hole in the door. "Hey, mister Buu'lock, be coming back!" Jetstorm calls out, smacking his hand on the door with a loud clang. "I am knowing who you can be calling!"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 21, 2010 21:05:02 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime insists, rather firmly, "Ooooooh, you say that now, but he could change that. Motorcycle fellah. Elita-1 always liked her men... many. Not surprised she got a new one." He stares off into the distance, then, he snaps back into it. "But yeah. He could make you hate each other. Get all up in your heads."
"That's not the worst part of it, though."
"The woooorst part is that he could make you want to be killed by your brother. Beg for it."
He pauses and looks at his hands. "Oh? Damaging myself? Heh. E-heh. Guess I am."
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