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Post by Dinobot on Jul 20, 2010 21:49:51 GMT -5
Day 16, aboard the Event Horizon. Semi-private.
Dinobot has been putting this meeting off. He's dreading it, but he can't live with himself knowing he's hiding his shame behind another's ignorance. He can stand against Megatron in battle, he can slagging well suck it up and talk to Rattrap.
Dinobot takes a deep breath and knocks on the door to the rat's office.
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 20, 2010 23:28:12 GMT -5
Said rat is currently walled off from most of the office behind loads of data pads and some really old-fashioned folders of actual paper. Reports from Autobots encountering Decepticons planetside, mostly; some files come from various police precincts. The folders are copies of police blotters detailing incidents involving either group. And it's a blue moon somewhere because Rattrap's going through them all himself. Doesn't he have a second in command he can shove the desk work at?
"Fer a place like Pz-Zazz," he grumbles, flinging one pad to the corner of his desk, "they sure are twitchy about us gettin' outta line." And not nearly as fun as he's been led to believe.
What ho? A knock at the door? Rattrap looks up, puzzled.
"Who the heck knocks around here?" he says under his breath. Louder: "Unless you're a slinky babe wit' a mug of high-octane," and some liberal ideas of how to use it, "I ain't buyin'."
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Post by Dinobot on Jul 21, 2010 0:17:14 GMT -5
Dinobot makes one of those sinus-clearing snarls. This is getting off to about as good a start as could be reasonably expected. He hits the control to open the door and steps into the office, taking in the paperwork with a quick glance.
"Charming as always, Rattrap." A pause. "Congratulations on your command."
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 21, 2010 0:33:00 GMT -5
This visitor is not a slinky babe with a mug of high-octane. Dinobot is the furthest thing from slinky babe Rattrap can think of. Springer would make a better slinky babe than the reptile. Rattrap's upper lip curls into an unhappy sneer even as the compliment he didn't expect makes him feel just the tiniest sliver-bit of guilty about wishing something would fall on Dinobot.
But only a little.
"Ehh…." He waves off the issue, rubbing the back of his neck and looking anywhere but at Dinobot. "Whaddaya want, Chopperface? I gotta lot goin' on here." But he'll take a valid distraction.
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Post by Dinobot on Jul 22, 2010 18:26:25 GMT -5
"I want only to talk with you, rodent. I have something I need to get off my chest. I can see you were pulled from before the quantum surge. The events of the surge are in the database here, but there is information missing. Megatron found a second Golden Disc on the planet. He seemed to be on the verge of a great victory! I . . . wanted to be a part of that victory. The Predacons captured me in battle and I pledged my sword to Megatron once more." Dinobot pauses here, to allow Rattrap time to hurl curses at him, then continues.
"Megatron tested my loyalty. After all, who trusts a traitor?," Dinobot continues, gesticulating, well aware of the full import of his words. "I showed him where I had hidden the Golden Discs, but you, or rather, a version of your future self, ambushed us. We did battle, but in the end, I could not bring myself to destroy you, and rejoined the Maximals." The raptor's shoulders slump.
He finishes simply, "Do what you will," looking Rattrap in the eyes.
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 24, 2010 21:48:11 GMT -5
Rattrap comes this close to cutting Dinobot off before the slag-sucking saurian can bore him to death with bad poetry or something. The last thing he needs right now is a distraction even more boring than paperwork.
But then Dinobot says the magic words: information missing. Rattrap's optics narrow and he leans back in his chair – it's the closest he can get to tipping it onto the rear legs it doesn't have – as he listens. Of course, most of what Dinobot tells him sounds like gibberish or bad fiction. It also sounds perfectly predictable for a traitor like him. Rattrap's sneer is distilled scorn and disgust when he returns Dinobot's gaze with a glare of his own.
"So you finally stab us all in the back," just like I always said you would – and that hardly needs saying – "and you ain't even got the bearings to go all the way." Rattrap crosses his arms and adds, voice low and harsh, "Figured ya fer a whole lotta things, Dinobreath… but not a coward." Slag, he figures Dinobot would jump for joy at the first chance to murder him fair and square. So let's add crazy to the pile.
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Post by Dinobot on Jul 24, 2010 23:29:36 GMT -5
Dinobot snarls, slamming both hands onto the desk desk and leaning forward, his face mere inches from Rattrap's. "I may be many things, rodent, but I will not be called a coward, not by you!" Rattrap's one to talk about cowardice. "I came here to tell you that no matter what you may think, I now know where I stand."
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 25, 2010 7:18:59 GMT -5
"Oh, well!" Rattrap keeps on glaring, unfazed by Dinobot's outburst. He raises both hands, palms turned upward, in a loose shrug and goes on with every syllable dripping sarcasm, "You know where you stand? Dat just makes it all better. It ain't like you're a pain in the skidplate or anything, or a no-good turncoat Pred, or a lousy slag-piece of a thief." He tries to punctuate each point by stabbing one finger at Dinobot's shoulder. "You wanted ta be on the winnin' team, so you jumped ship. It ain't like you never did that before."
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Post by Dinobot on Jul 25, 2010 16:27:30 GMT -5
Dinobot slowly straightens up and turns to leave, though if Rattrap continues provoking him there may be physical violence. He can only be pushed so far. And Dinobot never stole anything. Except the Golden Discs, but Megatron had them at the time, so that hardly counts. And he also helped steal the Golden Disc back on Cybertron. Okay, so maybe he is a thief.
"I didn't come here for your approval or your forgiveness, vermin. I came here because, despite your many, MANY glaring flaws, I felt you deserved to know the truth."
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 26, 2010 12:42:47 GMT -5
Optics narrowing to slits, Rattrap crosses his arms again. He watches Dinobot for a nano-klik or two, scowl deepening.
"You came ta clear yer conscience," he pronounces. "What conscience you got."
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Post by Dinobot on Jul 27, 2010 1:40:36 GMT -5
"That is . . . not untrue," Dinobot responds, voice low and eyes downcast, before heading out the door.
OOC: Any parting snarks?
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 27, 2010 18:23:53 GMT -5
"Next time you're havin' a crisis of conscience," Rattrap mutters, helpfully flinging a coin right at Dinobot's head as the lizard retreats, "call somebody who cares, fossil face!"
OOC: Okay, now that I got that outta my system.
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Post by Dinobot on Jul 27, 2010 20:57:55 GMT -5
Dinobot simply snarls in response, whirling and smacking the coin out of the air before the door shuts behind him.
OOC: Wrap?
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 28, 2010 11:20:46 GMT -5
Rattrap gives the door a dirty look for a moment before finally sitting back down and returning to his paperwork. That might just be a hint of a contented smirk on his face.
OOC: Good with a wrap, yeah.
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