Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Jun 17, 2010 4:15:43 GMT -5
'...........' '......' '!!!' That does it. "No usage of weaponry by those who are not granted permission through their military heritage!!" Mistwind snarls. Yes, he just snarled at you. He snaps two of his bombs out of their protective holsters, activates them and sends them flying down below.
As they fall, their countdown switches back and forth with the trademark happy faces.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Jun 17, 2010 5:53:41 GMT -5
//What!? What did I say!?!// Oh, great big, clawed grabby hand. Wheelie screeches as he twists away to dodge that claw and buries himself further into the trash, but he knows that he can't outrun that hand for long. He digs around for something to use as a weapon, before grabbing a glass shard that is nice big and sharp. "Come on then, I'll gut ya like a fish and then make ya sleep with 'em!" He starts jabbing at that hand when it gets close, oblivious to the bombs dropping around them.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Jun 17, 2010 14:13:04 GMT -5
Tarantulas shrieks in pain, pulling his arm out of the garbage can as it gets both stabbed with a shard of glass and blasted by Rattrap. Cradling the appendage against his chest, he ducks down between a stoop and a trash can (though not the trash can Wheelie's hiding in.) No, he has other plans for the can with the loud-mouthed little Autobot in it. He aims his blaster at it, shooting a web over the opening, then kicks it, sending it rolling away. It'll stop eventually, seeing as it's not on a hill or anything, but it's likely none too comfortable for Wheelie.
//Mistwind, retrieve "Defragger" and I'll-// Slag, how to motivate him? The Micromaster is too big to threaten, so he'll have to promise a reward. But what to promise? Power? Knowledge? //-give you toys or something, I don't know!// Kids like toys, right? When Tarantulas first came online he liked to torment small animals. That's like playing with toys.
OOC: Further tormenting of Wheelie done with player permission.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Jun 21, 2010 10:27:31 GMT -5
Skipping Rattrap due to time out.-------------------- Mistwind smirks, amused. //Well, I ought to accept that promise, Predacon!// With that, Mistwind drops to streetlevel, grabbing his scratch awl in the midst of the fall. When he comes up to the can, he will try and roll it down the alley like a young boy's game. //... make sure to keep it// Because the thought of pulling out a spider's legs one by one is a very tempting retribution when one thinks of it. The bombs do what they are supposed to do and go boom.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Jun 21, 2010 12:21:32 GMT -5
"HA! Take that, you fraggin' sonofa-" Oh no. The web is the first sign of trouble, but then he yelps as he starts rolling, smacking around the insides of the trashcan, several bottles slamming against his heads. And the rolling doesn't even stop!
Wheelie smacks against the blue webbing, but thankfully it gives him a little release from the rolling, even if his arm and head are now stuck to it. "Oh frag oh frag oh frag!" He looks around for something he can use, and when a piece of glass comes along he quickly snatches it up and tries to use that to cut the webbing open.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Jun 21, 2010 12:29:21 GMT -5
Now, see, there was a reason Rattrap went with a smoke bomb first and didn't just shoot the spider. Smoke – and actual explosions – get all kinds of attention. Especially in a public, upscale area like this one. So even though he's singed and battered when the bombs send him tumbling, he smirks.
Bystanders are now peering into the corridor to investigate the nuisance.
"Is that kid setting fires back here?"
"No, he's playing with fireworks!"
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Jun 21, 2010 16:47:08 GMT -5
Tarantulas ducks reflexively as Mistwind's bombs go off, throwing his uninjured arm over his head. Once the noise dies down, he peeks up from behind his cover. Mistwind is escaping with his specimen, the rat has stopped shooting for the moment, and meddlesome civilians too big to kill are coming to investigate. Time for a tactical withdrawal. The spider shifts to "vehicle" mode and motors off after the Micromaster.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Jun 23, 2010 15:59:51 GMT -5
Mistwind smirks and laughs excitedly as he rolls the can along, "This is fun!".
When Tarantulas catches up with him, he shoots the Predacon a joyous smile, "ah! Hello! Best idea ever, this!"
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Jun 23, 2010 19:57:14 GMT -5
Oh slag, this is not good, this is NOT good. The webbing is too thick to cut through, and Wheelie finds himself seriously running out of ideas here! But wait, what if he used Tarantulas' own trick against him!? "Ha, stinkin' toys? Would ya really want that kid, oooor...Would ya like to taste some of the high grade fuel? The one they always keep locked away from ya, sayin', "Oh no he's too young for that!" and all that slag? I know how to get fake ID's....."
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Jun 26, 2010 22:04:48 GMT -5
OOC: Admin permission has been granted for NPC presence in this post because we've been detonating explosives in a public location.
The getaway won't be that easy, 'Cons.
See, the way Rattrap's learned it, the problem with kids and stupid arachnids is they don't think these things through. Setting off those not so little noisemakers just helped Rattrap's humble smoke bomb look that much more convincing to the sundry people gathering at either end of the corridor, blocking escape by rubbernecking. Rattrap would thank them if he wasn't so busy transforming to beast mode, which is more painful than it ought to be. He's got burns in unmentionable places.
Most of Pz-Zazz may not give one very singed and sore rat's behind about kids playing pranks, but this is a respectable shopping area. Bratty little vandals blowing up things and rolling noisy metal trash cans afterward as if all is right with the world look very, very bad.
Bombs also attract the attention of emergency personnel; the sirens make Rattrap's ears hurt, but hunkered in his little nook – a dog-sized rat is ridiculously tiny around here – his teeth are bared and his whiskers twitch with his grin.
"Suckers," he mumbles. //Toybox, make with the car mode toot-suite.//
"Step aside! Clear a path!" a commanding voice bellows – a voice belonging to a very imposing saurian in police uniform. Rattrap covers his muzzle with one paw; what is it with him and lizards?
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Jun 27, 2010 19:54:31 GMT -5
Tarantulas skids to a halt and transforms to robot mode as his escape route is blocked by giant pedestrians. //Follow my lead,// he transmits to Mistwind, pulling a badge from subspace. "Move along people, nothing to see here." As the reptilian police officer approaches, Tarantulas nods and shows his badge. "Lieutenant Tarantulas, Predacon Secret Police. I've been tracking this little guy all across this end of the galaxy, finally caught up to him. I apologize for my bounty-hunting friend here," he says, motioning to Miswind. "He's new to the job, and a bit overzealous. I'll have my agency get in contact with yours, we'll smooth over any trouble that's been caused."
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Jul 5, 2010 4:02:37 GMT -5
Mistwind stops the can as soon as the saurian begins bellowing, keeping one foot on it. Big, angry fleshy. Mistwind keeps a very neutral look.
When Tarantulas begins his talk, the look remains neutral and is cast down in polite apologies at the end. He says nothing and keeps a close watch on the can. With his physical presence, he projects that he is indeed, not the one in command here.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Jul 5, 2010 10:28:11 GMT -5
Oh no. Oooh, no no no. This isn't going to end well for the foulmouthed little bastard. "Hey! Kid! Didn't you hear me? Come on, ya gotta help me out here! Dun leave me to this wacko!" Wheelie is starting to panic now, squirming against the webbing, trying anything he can to get loose, but nothing he does work. Wide optics look around, first at the crowd that are actually buying the spider's lies, then at the kid, before trying to catch a glimpse of the rat that had tried to help him. Will it really end like this!?
...Apparently not, judging from Rattrap's radio call. //What!? But I'm stuck on this freak's webbing! It'll hurt like hell!// Then again, Tarantulas' mercy isn't exactly a pleasant alternative. The little Autobot hisses as he braces himself, and then transforms, trying not to hiss in pain as he folds up as much as he can, some pieces tearing off and sticking to the webbing. The rat's plan had better work.
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 5, 2010 11:56:11 GMT -5
//Quit yer whinin',// is Rattrap's sour-faced answer. Wheelie isn't the only sore one around here and he doesn't have burnt fur. It may sound impossible, but there are some smells even Rattrap can't stand; his own scorched hide is one of them.
The saurian officer scowls – or that might be his normal expression; his is not a friendly face – baring a few sharp-looking teeth, and his "ear" spines flatten back as he glowers down at Tarantulas and Mistwind.
"Papers," he barks, holding out one hand. His are larger than usual even for Pz-Zazz, much like the rest of him, and there are obviously claws under his gloves. "I wanna see your registration. Both of you. We won't be discussing anything else until then." At the other end of the corridor, a fire crew rushes in to take care of what little back here has been set on fire and make sure nothing else meets the same fate. Several of them shoot dirty looks at the officer.
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 5, 2010 23:16:32 GMT -5
"I don't have any local papers," responds Tarantulas, anger creeping into his voice. "I chased a tiny mass murderer across a dozen star systems and had to catch him here before he got away or went to ground. I didn't exactly have time to stop in at the local station house!" The spider gesticulates wildly as he speaks.
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