Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 28, 2010 15:34:56 GMT -5
OOC: Sounds good to me.
Tarantulas follows tamely behind the two cops, nodding occasionally as his rights are explained. //You just bring out my creative side, Maximal,// he replies to Rattrap. //Maybe I'll get a chance to get creative on "Defragger" here. I'm gonna-// Fortunately, we'll never hear what Tarantulas is planning to do to Wheelie, because he climbs into the radio-proof back seat of a squad car at this point.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 1, 2010 10:22:46 GMT -5
Mistwind obviously follows into the car.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Aug 2, 2010 8:13:45 GMT -5
Wheelie can't help but wonder what the saurian would do if he gazed back with his own deployable optic. The fact that he has a pretty clear idea of what would happen prevents him from actually doing it, though. //Erm, eheh, boss? Anytime now?//
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Aug 2, 2010 13:39:00 GMT -5
"Yer gonna fry someday," Rattrap mutters when the radio cuts off, adding very lowly, "Preferably inna Maximal prison. Rattrap, Maximize!" His broken tail doesn't slot into place like the rest of his parts; it shudders and spits sparks before locking up only halfway. He screws his optics shut tight before pressing his back against the wheel hub – and his tail flush with his back. He didn't think it could hurt more than it already did. He was wrong. But now it's out of the way where it shouldn't be snagging on anything while he works, and he has plenty of work to do. He starts here, pulling a charge from one forearm.
Being a superstitious lout who nevertheless goes solidly by the book at all times while on the clock – unlike his more flexible partner – odds are Duuze would pitch the little truck to the ground and stamp on it if it started peering back at him. All he does is snort.
"This thing reeks," he grumbles.
"It's evidence," Valliria snaps back. "Throw it in a bag and let's go."
That's when one squad car – not theirs – suffers an explosion. It isn't big or flashy; the car doesn't go up in flames or flipping off a ramp. One rear wheel is shot, though, torn mostly off the axle. Smoke pours from the wheel well as the officers inside scramble out in a panic. Then the same thing happens to the car ahead of the first. Soon enough, a third car joins the ranks of the disabled and fire personnel are hustling to the cops' aid before any of the vehicles can really explode. Valliria looks positively thunderstruck.
"What the hell's going on?!"
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Aug 2, 2010 14:40:59 GMT -5
Tarantulas suppresses a giggle when the squad cars start suffering explosive mechanical failures. A Predacon would have cut his losses and abandoned Wheelie. Rattrap has chosen to do the Maximal thing and give his adversary an angle to work, and Tarantulas finds that hilarious.
"I'll tell you what's going on! It's the rat! I told you he was aiding and abetting the little fugitive you've got there, I told you he had explosives, but you didn't want to listen! And now he's disabling your vehicles. It's what he does. Now are you going to release me and my partner and let people who've dealt with this maniac before help you to arrest him, or are we going to have another talk about jurisdiction?"
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Aug 3, 2010 15:44:45 GMT -5
Well, Duuze is distracted, the explosions are scaring the crowd and scattering them....Might as well try and actually show some guts for once. While Duuze is looking away Wheelie transforms and almost immediately bites the lizard man's hand as hard as he can, actually glad to have those teeth for once.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Aug 3, 2010 18:01:48 GMT -5
Duuze's ear spines fan out to their fullest and he gives Tarantulas a toothy scowl.
"You shut up and stay put!" he snarls, aiming to slam the door shut. He doesn't get much further than his palm on the window when, quite suddenly, there is a needle-sharp sensation digging into one of his fingers. The blasted toy just bit him! He roars in outrage and surprise more than pain – it's hardly even a bug bite through his glove and thick hide – and without thinking about it, just flicks his hand as hard as he can to dislodge the little pest.
It isn't until the tiny truck goes flying well out of Duuze's nearsighted range that he realises what he just did and Valliria is already by the other squad cars bellowing at other officers to help her locate the rat. Rattrap can hear the big lizard cussing to high heaven all the way over here, just inside the lip of a storm drain. He doesn't see where Wheelie's gone, though.
"Slag," he mutters, looking at the chaos he's set off. There's no way he can cross the street without getting killed. "The things I do inna name of rescue and team spirit…." He shakes his head. "Now how're you gonna get yerself outta dis one, Rattrap old boy?" He could try getting through the absurdly spacious sewers. But that's one of the first places Tarantulas would check for him, isn't it?
//How you doin', Hot Wheels?//
OOC: Flinging of Wheelie with player permission.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Aug 3, 2010 20:09:47 GMT -5
Tarantulas stays put in the back of the squad car, crossing his legs and twiddling his thumbs. It wouldn't do to disobey an officer after all. "Told you he was a lifeform. Way to lose me my collar, by the way. Thanks. If there's a string of inexplicable murders committed from ankle-height anytime soon, we'll know who to blame. The Tiny Blue Terror, that's what we called him back home. Tracked him halfway across the galaxy."
The spider hums nonchalantly to himself amidst the chaos, then calls over to Duuze again, "You know, if you caught the little rodent responsible for this, it'd be a major coup for you. Might be a promotion in it. No-one would have to know that you had a little help with the collar."
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Aug 5, 2010 8:28:59 GMT -5
Hey, this actually went as planned! Yes, even the flinging; while painful, it makes for a good distance after all. Wheelie skids to a stop before getting up on his wheelfeet, snarling and glaring at the Saurian cop before he makes a break for the safety of a nearby sewer entrance. "I stink? Slaggin' saurian should take a bath, smells like someone stuffed rotten socks into an exhaust..."
//Am fine, Big Cheese. Gonna lay low in the sewers. Ya should come down here as well, it'll feel like home!//
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Aug 5, 2010 13:10:23 GMT -5
Rattrap slams his forehead into his palm when Wheelie radios back, then tosses off a reply. Then, reluctantly, he drops into the sewers so he can hunt down the little loudmouth and give him what-for.
Duuze is having none of Tarantulas's bargaining; Duuze, however, is thick-headed and stubbornly set by the rules. What ticks the big lizard off most about it is if Valliria were here instead of over there, she'd take the midget up on his offer. Duuze could murder for a transfer to get away from that shrew. If he thought he could get a transfer out of it, he might be convinced to break the rules. Just this once.
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Post by Tarantulas on Aug 5, 2010 14:34:12 GMT -5
"You're going to lose them both, you know," Tarantulas continues calmly, raising his voice so he can be heard over the commotion. "They'll head into the sewers. If I was you, I'd send officers down every manhole, storm drain, and toilet within ten blocks of here." Tarantulas uncrosses his legs and crosses them the other way, scraping at a bit of dirt on his right thumb-claw. "But then, if I was you, I wouldn't have lost them in the first place."
The spider looks up, locking his optic band on Duuze. "You can come out of this the hero or the goat, reptile. Which is it going to be?"
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Aug 7, 2010 20:54:18 GMT -5
Thank the Allspark that these sewers are so spacious and have actual walkways. At least now Wheelie won't have to go through even more offal before he'll finally be home free. He tosses a radio reply back to Rattrap before muttering angrily, making a face as he inspects the damage to his armor, though he'll need a mirror to see the damage to his face. "Great, bet I have an even uglier mug now...Freakin' spider and that fraggin' kid...Hope they rot in that cell, or that their soap is nice and slippery! Yeah, that's what they deserve! Especially that ass-faced spider!"
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Aug 9, 2010 18:43:36 GMT -5
Duuze just wants a transfer; he doesn't want to be the hero. He sneers at Tarantulas.
"I told you to shut up!" he growls.
"Stop fraternising with the suspects." Duuze visibly winces when Valliria all but cuts the air in half with her voice. For her part, she doesn't look happy with Duuze or Tarantulas and glowers at the spider. "And you – I suppose you have a good reason for running your mouth?" she wonders. Duuze makes a disgusted noise and backs away. He knows where this is going.
Rattrap, on the other hand, has no idea since Wheelie neglected to send those coordinates. He wants to know when he gets to take out his frustration on the flakes in his division by putting them through their paces. And by the Matrix is he gonna put 'em all through their paces. Even Mirage.
"Little tinkertoy's gonna be lucky if I don't wring that scrawny neck of his once I find him," Rattrap grumbles to the walls as he runs.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Aug 9, 2010 23:34:41 GMT -5
But heroes can get transferred to any assignment they want!
The spider perks up when Valliria walks over. Maybe she'll be more reasonable. "I was trying to tell your partner that if you'd listened to me in the first place, you wouldn't be in this mess. Or had you not noticed that everything I told you was true? If you'd release me I could help you catch the rat and his little murdering friend before they get away." Tarantulas's optic band fixes on the female cop. "Like I said, even if I am out of my jurisdiction, I'm a fellow officer, and I've tangled with these two before."
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Aug 15, 2010 7:59:05 GMT -5
Okay, yeah, maybe it's a good idea to let Rattrap know where he is and where he's going. Wheelie isn't happy with how aggressive his rescuer is though, so while the Maximal isn't here yet, he has fun grumbling and cursing at him beneath his breath.
But then he rounds a corner and sees a gate up ahead. The bars would have been big enough for him to slip through, but no, the mesh pretty much prevents him from doing that. "Oh, ya gotta be kiddin' me...Well, hello there." A big, toothy grin appears on his thin face as he sees a door, though it's on the other side of the canal, and no way is he going to walk there through the sewage water. He scratches his chin before snapping his fingers as he gets an idea, running up to gate and jumping up, grabbing the mesh with his fingers.
"Yea, there we go, this'll work." He lets his legs hang free as he uses his arms to climb over the water, occasionally looking down and making a face at the grimy water, before he reaches the other side. He doesn't let himself fall down, though. He climbs up further until he's at the same level as the door, making sure he has a good grip on the mesh before letting it go with one hand.
He curses loudly as he smacks against it, but one head shake later and he's fine again, leaving him free to shift the plates of his hands around, fingers being replaced by various lock picking tools. He pushes against the mesh with his feet, making sure his wheels won't slip before he leans in for the lack, narrowing his optic plates as he works the lock, the door swinging open in no time. "Ha! Who's the boss? ME, WHEELIE!" He laughs and finally lets himself drop down, only to smack face first into the ground. "...Ow. Nobody better've been around to see that..." He grumbles, slowly pushing himself up and rising to his feet again.
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