Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Jul 6, 2010 3:49:13 GMT -5
Mistwind still says nothing. This is not because he wouldn't know anything to say, but because it might break their case if he were to talk out of line.
Mistwind pushes the can up to it's correct position, instead, waiting for 'orders'.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Jul 6, 2010 8:07:43 GMT -5
Whining!? If Wheelie was in robot mode, he would have been busy grinding his teeth right about now. But he swallows his pride (what little he has of it) and pays close attention to what's going on outside his current trap. Should anyone look in, then the only thing that they will see is a small toy car stuck against that weird blue webbing.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 6, 2010 22:23:03 GMT -5
"No registration?" growls the cop. The look on his face can only be described as a leer. "Then you have a problem." He looks down at the rubbish can and his leer fades to that same old scowl, wrinkling a pale scar across the top of his snout. He grabs the can by the rim and rattles it; the webbing has something stuck to it. He squints, hunkering down for a better look, then snorts, "Looks to me like all you've caught is a some model car. Piece of crap, too, all busted up. No wonder somebody threw it out."
And while the bad cop plays his part to the hilt – an attitude like that, he has to be the bad cop, thinks the Maximal – Rattrap slinks along the walls with an appreciable limp, trying to get closer – like behind one of the anchored public-use cans – without attracting a whole lot of attention to himself. He might be asking too much of a rat in an upscale mall.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 7, 2010 16:58:06 GMT -5
Tarantulas glowers right back up at the scaly police officer, then follows his gaze to look into the trash can. "What? Oh! He's a tricky one." The spider shoves his arm into the trash can and pulls out Wheelie, holding the RC truck at arm's length and leveling his blaster at it. "Transform or I'll prove you're more than meets the eye via autopsy."
OOC: Further manhandling of Wheelie OK'd by his player.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Jul 8, 2010 16:46:57 GMT -5
'Dear officer, the only things I -have- in my life are problems.....' is the silent reply.
He lets the officer look, finally opening his mouth to mutter a nervous warning, "Careful, Officer sir; the blades variant is very lethal to carbon-based species, sir, slices right on through, I've seen*."
When Tarantulas grabs Wheelie, Mistwind lets him without a fuss, glaring at the toy car. He glances about, on his guard.
* This is of course a lie. Or a fantasy thought born from improvisation, more likely.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Jul 9, 2010 7:20:07 GMT -5
Well, at least Wheelie is out of that trashcan now. But on the inside he's practically quaking fear not just at that barrel, but the threat as well. Normally he would have budged by now, kicking, screaming and begging for his life. But he has not forgotten what Rattrap said. So he tries to stay quiet, or at least for as long as he can...//Ya b-better have a plan, pal. Did you hear what he said he'd do to me!?//
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 12, 2010 12:18:08 GMT -5
//Yeah, I heard.// Rattrap doesn't elaborate. He's too busy trying to figure out how to work the stubborn lizard into his plan that already went to pieces when Wheelie got himself stuck in the can. Said lizard crosses his arms and glares down at Tarantulas and Mistwind.
"Go right ahead," he says. "If you wanna waste your ammo blasting a piece of garbage, it's no hide off my nose." A small, slim hand grasps his arm – a hand belonging to a wisp of a woman whose mop of blonde hair clashes with her neatly pressed uniform. She steps around her bulky partner and gives both suspects and toy car a shrewd look.
"I think we've had enough unlicenced weapons use for one day." There's a sharp edge to her voice and it makes him flatten his ear spines again with a frown. She just gives him a smile and pats his arm, then turns to Mistwind and Tarantulas. "I see you've had the pleasure of meeting my partner," she begins. "This is Duuze. I'm Valliria." Her smile fades as she goes on, "As for you two, I'm afraid there won't be any getting in contact later. You've set off explosives in a public area and endangered lives and property. You and the toy will be coming to the station with us. If you're properly credited and we can verify it," and all this while, she's jotting down notes in a small book, "we'll see what we can do. Names. Now." She glances aside when motion catches her eye; Duuze follows her gaze.
"What is it?" he growls. "Another one of these yahoos?"
"Looked like a rat," is her answer. "Make sure the property owner gets a warning. One week to call an exterminator and get this place pest-free or it's a citation." Behind the garbage can, Rattrap grimaces. Which one of these two is the bad cop now?
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 12, 2010 13:49:40 GMT -5
Tarantulas is about a claw's breadth away from grabbing Wheelie in both hands and trying to transform him like a Deluxe-class, complete with 'accidental' popping off of ball joints. Instead, he holsters his blaster in subspace and shoves the blue RC truck into dino-cop's hands and says "Beast mode," transforming from an organic-looking robot into a mechanical spider. Transmetals are weird like that. Then he transforms back to robot mode, not speaking his activation code aloud this time. 'Terrorize' is not good PR.
"The little glitch you're holding can transform too. As can the rat over there. He's the one who's been setting off explosives, he stores them in his forearms. My name, as I said, is Tarantulas, Dark arachnid of a thousand devices and ten thousand intrigues! Sorcerer-spy of science! Gaze upon my webs, ye mighty and despair!"
//I don't know where you keep your explosives, Mistwind, but if they're in subspace, I suggest you leave them there, and if they aren't, I suggest you put them there when no-one's looking.//
OOC Note: Yet more manhandling of Wheelie with player permission.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Jul 18, 2010 8:45:43 GMT -5
"Mistwind, miss officer, ehm, that's what they call me." The Con tries not to be any troubles.
//Ehm, Tarantulas sir, I only brought two from my batch for today........// for emergencies. Cruddles, he didn't plan on USING them! Mistwind is most ashamed of himself.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Jul 19, 2010 6:34:51 GMT -5
Well, at least Wheelie is out of the mad spider's hands. Only problem now is that he's in the hands of a rather big and nasty looking saurian. This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it? Like hell will he transform now though, not with that spider still so closeby.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 20, 2010 23:16:25 GMT -5
Rattrap stays very, very still in his little hidey-hole. It isn't that he can't play the squeak, squeak, I'm just a defenseless injured rodent game. It's that he doesn't want to if he can avoid it because it will somehow end in someone dangling him by his tail. Have you ever been dangled by your tail? It hurts.
//Keep it up,// he advises Wheelie. //I'm working on it.// He doesn't want to chase this wagon train to the station house, either. What we need here is a distraction. He ducks into the crawlspace beneath the building and starts worming his way to the other side – and towards the cluster of parked emergency vehicles.
If it's possible, Valliria looks even more sceptical of Tarantulas's story than Duuze. She looks at him, then to where she saw the rat, and back to him.
"You, I'd believe it," she pronounces. "That was a rat. Not a robot rat." She turns slightly to the side and gestures for the two tiny terrors to precede her and Duuze. "Now let's get moving."
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 21, 2010 0:44:01 GMT -5
//We don't have to worry about disposing of them, then,// Tarantulas radios to Mistwind.
He'd love to argue with the cops, but there's really no point. They're clearly in command of the situation so he follows along peacefully, fuming inwardly. "Very well," is the spider's only response to Valliria, though if anyone is paying attention he keeps clenching and unclenching his fists as he trails after the two officers.
Over the general Cybertronian band he transmits //You've gotten away this time, rat. But I've still got your little blue friend and I know you'll come after him.// He'll probably get him too. Breaking into an evidence locker is child's play for Rattrap, Tarantulas reflects sullenly. //One of these days I'll get you in my web, and when I do I'm going to drain your fluids and replace them with acid, then add a base and watch you pop.//
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Jul 24, 2010 7:58:43 GMT -5
Mistwind follows as well.
- Shortest post ever, but it is a must
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Jul 27, 2010 10:05:28 GMT -5
Well, at least he's relatively safe for now. But can Rattrap really bust him out? Maybe Wheelie should bust himself out for once, flex those lockpicking tools he has. It's been way too long since he last used them. But that can wait; for now, he's content to play the innocent little toy car. He'd whistle too, but he's pretty sure that RC trucks don't actually do that.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 28, 2010 11:19:31 GMT -5
OOC: Anyone else interested in working toward a wrap on this one?
Valliria explains their rights and situation as they go; Duuze preoccupies himself with glaring at the tiny truck in his hand. It really just looks like a broken toy, but he could swear it feels… different. A little too warm to his pits. He scowls at the truck and holds it none too gently between two gloved claws, bringing it up to his eyes to get a closer look at it.
//I ever tell you ya say the freakiest things, Eight-eyes?// Rattrap radios back while trying to get to the squad cars and fire trucks without being spotted – or, more importantly, stepped on. It's harder than it looks with people running everywhere and never checking the ground for undersized rodents. His limp only makes the going slower. It's only a matter of time until something goes south–
CRUNCH.
Biting down on his tongue is the only thing that stops Rattrap from screaming when a very large foot finds his tail, shattering internal parts and almost taking the thing off. He can't scramble for cover fast enough once the weight is off him and once he's safely under a squad car, he sits and cusses in a non-descriptive, board rating-friendly fashion into the wheel hub for a few seconds while trying desperately not to move his tail until it stops throbbing.
He isn't planning to run Wheelie absolutely ragged as payback for this. There's no way he would abuse his position as Wheelie's commander in such a petty fashion. Nope. But first thing's first – we need a distraction. He looks around at the gargantuan vehicles, whiskers twitching and eyes twinkling.
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