Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on May 17, 2010 6:22:07 GMT -5
Hiding as best she can from the rodent, Blackarachnia finds herself a nice burly bouncer--a 6 foot tall humanoid, blue-skinned bouncer, the kind with gold chains draped across his plain black T-Shirt and multiple tattoos adorned on either of his bulging biceps--and puts on her best damsel in distress routine.
"Oh, please help!" Blackarachnia pleads, pointing at the Maximal. "That small robot with the pointy teeth couldn't keep his greasy paws off me!"
The bouncer gruffly nods before lumbering his way over to Rattrap. "So I hear you like to take advantage of poor defenseless ladies." He grunts to the Maximal.
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Jetstorm (BM)
Minor
Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on May 20, 2010 21:34:08 GMT -5
There's a feeling Jetstorm gets at that spark signature. It seems familiar in one of those very wrong ways. (Like an ex-girlfriend?) He shifts in his seat and looks ready to get up at any second.
"We may have to consult a higher up to see what weaponry we're allowed. Something bigger. Something with more power," his optics glint at the thought. "Heh," he laughs, "Imagine blowing a Maximal away in one shot," he says wistfully, before getting serious once again, "This planet may be just the perfect place to find a few upgrades or modifications."
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Tarantulas
Minor
The not-so-friendly neighborhood spider-man
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Post by Tarantulas on May 20, 2010 22:34:58 GMT -5
Tarantulas leans back in his chair and gazes at Jetstorm. "The black market is always an option, but I prefer a weapon I've designed and built myself. It's so much more. . .personal. I wonder if I could make a transformation lock lens to work on Autobots. . . some sort of stasis missiles, hm, or web grenades, so metabolically expensive though. . ." Tarantulas trails off, tapping his chin with a claw, leaning further back in his chair and resting his feet on the table, lost in his own fiendish thoughts.
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Rattrap
Major
Sarcasm as a Lifestyle
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Post by Rattrap on May 25, 2010 13:23:03 GMT -5
Rattrap doesn't even look at the bouncer – or whoever happens to have duped the big lug. He just heaves a sigh and rolls his optics, leaving his chin propped in his hand.
"Brother," he mutters, sounding incredibly bored and unhappy, "I actually scrubbed before comin' in here. With more soap than I've seen in the last ten stellar cycles. I can't even flag a waitress 'cause, apparently, enough cleanser ta outweigh me don't get all the sulphur outta my fur." Now he turns, perfectly disgruntled expression cemented on his face. If the bouncer has any sense of smell, he should notice the acridly pungent aroma hanging about the Maximal. "What makes you think any dame I ain't payin' half my salary is gonna let me 'take advantage' of anything she's got?" Woe to the working girl who accosts him; he doesn't have a salary to speak of!
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Jetstorm (BM)
Minor
Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Jun 5, 2010 0:23:38 GMT -5
Jetstorm is starting to be itchy with the fact that he's been sitting and is in an enclosed space. He fidgets in his seat, starting to look like he isn't listening anymore.
"Yea. You go do that," he nearly snaps and looks back and forth. He taps a claw against the table. "There's something here that I don't like, and that is worse than you." His optics narrow and he looks at the spider before pushing himself out of the chair and into the air. He floats up towards the door and then turns. "As far as I can figure, we need to investigate means of destruction rather than talk about them," he waves a hand dismissively, "So I will be going to see what the local economy has to offer."
He opens the door, adjusting himself back to a decent hovering level in the room above the heads of those on the ground and then makes his way out.
ooc: will be out of thread unless stopped
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
Posts: 226
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jun 5, 2010 0:48:54 GMT -5
The bored bouncer isn't really paying attention to Rattrap. "Look pal, the lady says you're being a pest, you're a pest. Let's not make this any harder'n it has to be."
The bouncer tries to put a firm hand on the Maximal's shoulder so he can esort him out.
Meanwhile, Blackarachnia allows herself a quick view of the Rattrap show before she carefully makes her way towards the room Tarantulas reserved.
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Tarantulas
Minor
The not-so-friendly neighborhood spider-man
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Post by Tarantulas on Jun 5, 2010 11:45:40 GMT -5
Tarantulas watches Jetstorm go, leaving him alone with Mistwind. He stares at the Micromaster across the table for a minute, then gets up. "Well, good session everyone," he says, voice dripping sarcasm. "We should do it again some time." Bring your random number generation subroutines, we can play Arks and Autobots.
The spider stalks to the door and opens it, finding himself face to face with Blackarachnia. His optic band widens momentarily, then he says, voice carefully neutral, "So good of you to join us, she-spider."
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Mistwind
Major
Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Jun 7, 2010 7:35:15 GMT -5
The corner of Mistwind's mouth curls up into a slight smile as both of them start to leave. He didn't really expect any different.
But no-one would be able to say that he wasn't polite and participating. "Ah, well, time to go back to Ship, I guess" He rises from his seat.
As soon as the two Preds clear the doorway.
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Rattrap
Major
Sarcasm as a Lifestyle
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Post by Rattrap on Jun 10, 2010 10:52:22 GMT -5
As soon as look comes from the bouncer's mouth, Rattrap turns – and then sneers at him and at Blackarachnia's retreating backside. But he saves the comeback until after he sort of slides out from under the bouncer's big, uninvited mitt.
"Oh, I get it," he says. "Polygons talk louder than payin' customers."
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Tarantulas
Minor
The not-so-friendly neighborhood spider-man
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Post by Tarantulas on Jun 20, 2010 23:19:59 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Blackarachnia due to timeout.
Thoughts churn in Tarantulas's twisted processor. He'd known Blackarachnia was in this universe, hoped she'd come to this meeting. But now that he's face to face with her he doesn't know what to do. This is the female he created in his own image: a treacherous genius inventor of a spider, but with curves in all the right places. But then she'd not only betrayed him (which was acceptable enough) but become a Maximal . . . and fallen for a Maximal. But maybe this one hasn't done all that yet.
The spider steps to the side so he's not blocking the door and asks, "When were you pulled from??"
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Mistwind
Major
Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Jun 21, 2010 10:02:16 GMT -5
Mistwind waits. With a neutral expression in place, he watches the two Predacons at the door.
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