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Post by SceneMod on Aug 4, 2010 10:44:14 GMT -5
The building walls are reinforced concrete, and with the guns at his disposal, Kup could certainly blast his way in. For that matter, the old mercenary could probably knock his way through on his own.
There are some other doors, of course, and windows, all of which are boarded up.
"It's not about my enjoyment. It's about purification of the foul, tainted element that drags down this world, the shards that can't be redeemed," Scrubs says as he returns to Spinster's leg. The panel is popped off, and Scrubs starts to literally cut and dig his way to the main support and motor parts of the leg.
"It's a fair enough trade, disposing of those wished dead in order to continue my work uninterrupted."
The talk of Unicron doesn't make Scrubs so much as bat his remaining eye. He keeps at his work, though at length he does comment, "If you were made by him, you wouldn't be addicted to Blight. It bonds to your soul, you know, when it takes properly."
He looks up, and he seems to be smiling slightly behind his mask, "So you must at least have a soul of sorts, and some touch of light in that soul. I sort of wish I had the time to see if you're compatible enough for the process to fully complete."
The bonds across Spinister's right upper arm and left ankle are the weakest, with the one over his left knee not far behind. That one is weak because a touch of Scrub's "blood" dropped on it, however.
The monitor blips again. For a moment, Kup and the Nebulans are shown on the monitor, but before Scrubs can look up, the screen goes dark.
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Post by Spinister on Aug 4, 2010 11:59:05 GMT -5
"Liiiiiiiar. You just told me that you don't like working on machines. Called it disappointing. It slotting well is about your enjoyment! Or you were lying then. So make up your mind, or I'll have to splatter it against the wall and see for myself. Wherever you happen to keep it."
"Work? Yeah? What's the pay like?"
"What? You're saying that there are patterns to chaos? Bolts, you're trying to pidgeonhole me just as much as Dad! Spinister, son, why can't you be a normal Herald and go rain down doom? But the thing is, the jets? The ones that can break the sound barrier like it ain't no thang? They love a man in a uniform. The jets, they love to see you shoot."
Showtunes. Spinister will break into showtunes. No one wants that.
Ugh, he feels horrible and tainted, and is this how Vortex feels all the time? Being a chatty, annoying helicopter blows.
Spinister wrenches hard as he can against the right upper arm, left ankle, and left knee bonds, trying to oppose their weakest points with his structurally strongest, twisting himself. He is not strong, and he's sick and in pain - dying - but these actions are still composed, cold-blooded, not futile thrashing.
Hairsplitter murmurs quietly, "Just saw us on a monitor."
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Post by Kup on Aug 4, 2010 20:09:03 GMT -5
Kup shrugs at Hairsplitter's comment. He can't say he's surprised. He considers his options. The boarded up windows and doors are probably easier, but at the moment, he's of a mind to make his own entrance. It just feels farthest away from what this mysterious 'they' want him to do.
"Transform," he demands of the Nebulans on his shoulder. Once they do, he grabs hold of them, then makes a run towards the wall, slamming to slam into it, full force, with his shoulder, tilted in such a way as to protect the guns from the impact and most of the resultant fragments.
OOC: Permission has been granted to manhandle the Nebulans as long as Kup's got them.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 5, 2010 11:04:01 GMT -5
The wall can't withstand Kup's might! It tries, but in the end it crumbles in a mess of cement and rebar.
This means, of course, that Kup can make a suitably impressive and genre-appropriate entrance through swirling dust, a Targetmaster gun in each hand, the morning sun providing dramatic backlighting.
(Hmmm. Someone should draw this.)
Said entrance makes quite a bit of noise, noise that faintly reaches the ears and audials of those in the "surgery" room. Scrubs looks up and to the right, frowning beneath his mask, and as such, he misses the movements that precede Spinister's bid for freedom.
The bonds do give way, yanking Scrub's attention back to his prisoner. Scrubs still has his tools within Spinster's leg, however, and the doctor, twists one of those tools to try hook around a motor line and yank it lose. Spinister might well get free, and Scrubs is fine with that; he wants the cop crippled, however.
The drip that is connected to Spinster beeps, and starts to quickly flood the helicopter's body with more of the Blight/numbing combo.
Wait. Isn't using Blight supposed to stop the decay, not speed it up?
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Post by Spinister on Aug 5, 2010 14:52:52 GMT -5
Spinister grunts in pain as his motorline is cut, but he sings loudly over that, pushing his speakers up to 11, "Never quit, I follow through. I hate mess, but I love you. What to do with my impromptu baby?"
Right, he really wanted to be a crippled robot with a useless leg, while dying of the death, and unable to fly. On top of it, Kup can possibly hear him belting RENT, if Spinister can hear Kup knocking down walls from here. Oh well, it will maybe make it easier for Kup to find him?
Maybe that isn't Blight in there. Maybe that's a different kind of Blight. Maybe he'll just have his body rebuilt, download his mind to a floppy disc, and have his mind uploaded to a clean, fresh body. He has a copy of his own corpse, anyway, stored away in secret, but right now...
His left leg is mostly free, and he contorts about himself, trying to kick out the drip line and send it clattering and spilling everywhere, attempting to boot it over at the bad doctor, if that is at all spatially possible.
Hairsplitter relays, "Erm. Think they heard us."
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Post by Kup on Aug 5, 2010 17:43:43 GMT -5
Kup gives a sharp nod of his head, not answering Hairsplitter, and starts to look around as he tries to figure out where to go from here.
And then he hears singing.
... What the hell is Spinister singing?
Kup decides that he doesn't care, and pivots on his heel to run in the direction of the noise. Worry about why the Mayhem Cop is singing in English later on.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 5, 2010 22:27:18 GMT -5
The eyes over the surgical mask narrow as Spinister gets much more mobile than Scrubs would like. The cop succeeds in kicking out the IV, but Scrubs jumps back out of the way before the rig can hit him. As he jumps back, he also makes a quick slash with his cutter, trying to cut open Spinster's arm.
Spinster might note that Scrub's movements are almost preternaturally graceful and quick.
Kup should be able to make it to the room rather quickly- say in two rounds- but there are a several turns to go through. Of course, he could just melt a direct route through the walls, but that could be dangerous.
Outside the hole Kup made, the leonine cop leans against the wall, smoking a cigarette and looking rather pleased.
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Post by Spinister on Aug 5, 2010 22:48:20 GMT -5
Spinister is singing RENT, Kup. The love of his life is a pop culture fiend! And Spinister is very a good listener (which works well when Needlenose just wants to talk endlessly about himself). He keeps on singing, drawing his free arm in over his chest, "Take me for what I am! What I was meant to be! And, if you give a damn - take me, baby, or leave me!"
Spinister tries to flip his legs up by the hip joints - blocking that cutter with the remains of his bad leg would be great, if he could get it free, but if not, his good leg - he needs that good arm for shooting people! He can crawl and snipe if he has but one hand (though he likes his left better than his right), but sniping with his feet is right out.
Singe drawls, "So... you've seen everything right, geezer? How many lizard-human-things made out of entropy dust that heal over wounds, have metal bits inside, and are faster than they got any right to be have you ever heard of, and... actually, forget that, just tell me how to kill 'em."
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Post by Kup on Aug 6, 2010 20:03:05 GMT -5
"Y'got me," Kup answers with a shrug, still running full tilt down the hallway. "I was just gonna hit 'em and see if it did any good." When encountering something that's been encountered before, use the previous effective strategy. When encountering something brand new, punch it.
Punching is often a pretty effective solution, anyway.
At any branches he's forced to pause long enough to listen, but he doesn't let him slow him down long. Then he's off again.
Kup may have been on Earth long enough to learn to talk rudimentary TV, but that doesn't mean he's ever seen RENT!
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 6, 2010 20:28:00 GMT -5
Spinister succeed in blocking the cutter with his bad leg, resulting in a nasty gash along the lower leg. The bonds on the good leg continue to hold, however.
"You're a fighter. Might make me reevaluate my initial opinion," Scrubs says.
"But you're still going to die."
He snatches up another sharpened stake, this time darting in to try and slam it through Spinister's throat.
Apparently, Scrubs doesn't care for showtunes.
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Post by Spinister on Aug 6, 2010 21:12:50 GMT -5
Kup is more of a Patton man, right?
"You have no idea what I am," Spinister replies rather intently. His throat is slammed through with the stake, but it... doesn't do much. Hurts like heck, yeah, but Spinister's people tear off their own heads for kicks and giggles.
Also, he has a vehicle mode comm. He keys that up, which means the sound is now coming from the vicinity of his knees. It's still loud singing, though, "Do you ever fantasize about being killed? Do you ever wonder about all the different ways of dying? You know, violently?"
With that free arm, he tries to summon his gun and just shoot off the remaining bonds.
Singe grumbles, "Blast. I was really hoping you'd know! I mean, we got 'shoot him', and fat lot of good that did."
Hairsplitter murmurs, "Told you so."
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Post by Kup on Aug 6, 2010 23:42:50 GMT -5
Kup is totally more of a Patton man.
"I didn't say 'shoot,' though I figger I'd try that, too," Kup grumbles as he turns one final corner. Is that the door down there?
He barrels headlong down the hallway and kicks the door in front of him open. With a single glance, he takes in the scene.
Ooookay. He is rescuing a Decepticon.
No. He is taking out a sicko who needs to be taken out.
"Hnh. Terlios Vil," he grunts. "Hittin' usually works with them."
He tosses Hairsplitter towards Spinister, but continues to hold onto Singe, lifting him and aiming him towards Scrubs.
"Luckily, this contract don't specify 'alive,'" he notes, and pulls the trigger.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 7, 2010 23:50:41 GMT -5
When Spinister asks his question, Scrubs gives him a thoughtful look. for a moment, there is something other than bland neutrality in his gaze. Almost longing.
"All the time," he says, before that something odd vanishes back into blandness and he dives to avoid the flame now coming at him from the vicinity of the door. The heat blast still burns off parts of his scrubs, and blister his skin.
Scrubs pops back up on his feet, Spinster now between Scrubs and Kup.
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Post by Spinister on Aug 8, 2010 0:07:11 GMT -5
Oh, Kup! Spinister can finally stop singing. The time for words is long over. Bonds shot off and catching Hairsplitter, he pushes himself off the table and falls hard on the floor with a clatter. Ow. He thinks he broke something in the falling, but if Kup's using a flamethrower, Spinister doesn't want to get in the middle of Kup's line of sight on the target.
Kup's a savvy old warhorse. It'd be easy to write off waxing a boy in blue in the middle of the crossfire.
Hairsplitter transforms and actually tries to help Spinister crawl into the space under the table.
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Post by Kup on Aug 8, 2010 19:22:59 GMT -5
Kup scowls as Spinister dives out of the way. "Damn," he mutters. It'll be a lot harder to 'accidentally' kill Spinister this way. Would Singe even fire if he did that, though?
"Y'know what?" Kup says almost casually, tossing Singe aside and in Spinister's general direction. "I think I'd just as soon use a gun that doesn't have a mind of its own for this." He summons his acid-laser musket from subspace and points it towards Scrubs, firing a glob of acid-shot towards the other.
"'Sides, might as well see how this thing stands up to acid, hnh?"
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