Tasha Walker
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 8, 2009 21:16:23 GMT -5
"Lugnut!" Blackarachnia starts as if she might surge to her feet, then thinks better of it, smirking instead, hiding her initial reaction at that news. "Megatron's biggest fan, that one. Thick as a brick outhouse and about as dumb." She rolls her eyes, "Bet that aft-kissing glitch went nuclear when he woke up without his 'Glorious Megatron!'" She spreads her arms wide and actually kicks back a bit on the stool, laughing. "Oh, I will have such fun, really I will. Only wish I could have seen it."
She's still laughing and humming a bit to herself in false amusement, hands now clasped around one knee as Needlenose asks his question. And with such politely forceful emphasis, too. She smiles still, but deliberately lets it become a bit brittle.
"He had a bit of a Dinobot infestation at his little island base, and a bit of tech I needed for my own research. We struck a bargain regarding such, and he broke it, instead deciding I'd make a good starting point for his next line of research." Not entirely a lie, not entirely the truth. "And I," her smile dropping, "did not appreciate that."
"At all."
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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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 Jul 9, 2009 0:43:44 GMT -5
Oh wow, so people don't like being someone else's guinea pig. How about that.
Though the smaller Blackarachnia does smirk when her larger namesake starts ranting about Lugnut. Perhaps she was surrounded by imbeciles, too? "Who else were you serving with alongside Megatron?" Perhaps they can find something to be kindred spirits over!
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 9, 2009 17:33:13 GMT -5
"You know, you keep doing that," Needlenose observes, switching his arms so he's only leaning on his left elbow. "Answering without completely answering, I mean. I have noticed."
Then he places both his hands on the table and leans back once again. Still very fidgety. It's somewhat annoying not to be able to drink socially. He supposes he could regularly drain his tanks and use that. Some might find the prospect disturbing, though.
"So if it's not voluntary, how'd you end up with spider DNA, anyway? Someone else's previous project?"
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Tasha Walker
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 10, 2009 0:04:12 GMT -5
Blackarachnia smiles at Needlenose's observation, and this time the smile is genuine. She thinks she might like the pretty flyboy- at least his attitude. Somehow, she doubts he swings her way. But still, so much better than the Decepticons she is used to dealing with.
Speaking of which, she tilts her head to look at the other spider, "Oh, there weren't too many of us still traipsing around with old Megatron before he got blasted to bits by Starscream and an Academy drop-out." Her smile turns nasty, "Myself, Starscream, Lugnut, and Blitzwing. However, I've had hardly a thing to do with them since then." She shrugs, "There's also a bounty hunter named Lockdown, but he'll work for anyone with the upgrades to pay him off."
She slants her eyes back toward Needlenose, "And of course you've noticed; you wouldn't be any good at your job if you didn't." She leans forward and picks up her drink, taking another short sip, "But that means you also know that's not quite an accurate accusation. I am answering the exact questions put to me with a minimum of exposition. She asked who Meltdown was; I explained. You asked me why we disagreed; I told you." She smirks at him over the top of her cube. "I know the game, you see, pretty boy."
She sets the cube down again as she wags the index finger of the other hand at him, "You'd like all my secrets at one go, and well, that's not very sporting, nor very fair, as everyone's entitled to a secret or two."
Blackarachnia grasps the edges of the stool and leans back, stretching out one leg and propping one heeled foot on the desk. "How I got this...unique physique, is a rather big one, yet one I know you won't let slide. But it's a long story, so maybe you oughta find something to make yourself more comfortable, flyboy, and settle in."
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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.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 10, 2009 8:19:06 GMT -5
Blackarachnia doesn't even bother to hide rolling her optics as the larger Spider-Lady so confidently points out how clever she is by technically answering questions. In fact, there's enough flair in the rolling to ensure it's very noticeable.
That being said, when Bigrachnia says to make themselves comfortable, she gives a 'fair enough' shrug before resting down on the chair, sipping away at her cube, for storytime to begin. This should be pretty interesting, at least.
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 10, 2009 16:24:22 GMT -5
Needlenose swings many ways, but not while he's got a creepy boyfriend liable to shoot his kneecaps off for it!
He stands up, muttering, "Right, so this is going to be one of those interviews," as Blackarachnia more or less admits that she's out to make the interview as difficult - oh, pardon, as much of a challenge as possible. He casts the smaller Blackarachnia a look for a moment as she rolls her eyes, though it's a fairly difficult to interpret one - he has no mouth, and his antennae and wings aren't being very helpful at the moment.
He spins his chair around and settles into it once more, this time resting his hands on its back. "Weeeeeeell... I'm about as comfortable as I'm going to get without Spinister being in here, so please, regale me with your tale of days long past."
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Post by Spinister on Jul 11, 2009 18:18:16 GMT -5
The ship has air ducts. Why? Because some of the troops are part organic, and some of them are Nebulans. The air ducts aren't exactly a comfortable fit for a full-size Transformer, but given that they need to be maintained, if one has no sense of personal comfort, they are traversable.
Without so much as a squeak, one of the air vents in the ceiling is slid back. Behind Needlenose, something with a horribly garish colour scheme drops down and lands lightly on its feet, without a single sound as it touches down.
Spinister attempts to loosely drape his arms around Needlenose's shoulders, over the wings, and inquires quietly, "Better?"
Needlenose may be the most style-conscious Decepticon in any reality, ever, but his taste in men is really, really questionable.
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Tasha Walker
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 11, 2009 22:07:20 GMT -5
It is not a friendly look she gives the Predacon, and perhaps, just perhaps, Blackarachnia is wondering is their similar forms means the smaller spider is immune to the larger one's venom. It is something that will bear investigating, oh yes.
But she has the stage at the moment, so says nothing, merely turning her attention back to Needlenose.
"About a thousand stellar cycles ago, I think it was. I was silly enough to let myself be persuaded into accompaning two fr- others to an organic world. One of them, you see, had heard that during the war, a Decepticon ship had crashed there, or some such-" She breaks off as Spinister drops down and so casually hangs himself upon Needlenose.
Smirk. "You're...partner, I assume?" There is an umistakable emphasis on the word partner, there is.
"At any rate, there was also supposedly a very large store of energon hidden either in the ship or near it. The aim was to find it. And we did. After the ground gave way, that is."
She leans forward and scoops up her cube, taking a drink. She has a bit of a faraway look as she laughs bitterly. "Found a lot more, too."
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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.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 11, 2009 22:22:27 GMT -5
The not-so-friendly look is met with a 'yeah? so?' gesture from the smaller Blackarachnia.
As Spinister shows up, Blackarachnia cannot help but feel such a sudden gesture was actually cute, in its own way. If a bit creepy, since Spinister has apparently been spying on them for some undisclosed amount of time. Not to mention revealaing, but Blackarachnia had already suspected something was going on between those two. Whatever.
"Spinister? This is Blackarachnia." the Predacon says, introducing her big sister. "Blackarachnia, Spinister. Apparently she's from the same dimension as Lugnut."
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 11, 2009 23:10:23 GMT -5
Needlenose settles against Spinister, his antenna perked up at first, then laid back in pleasure. "Oh, much better!" he answers, though he can't help but be surprised at how openly affectionate Spinister is being. Maybe Needlenose will get him trained yet!
He inclines his head towards 'Con Blackarachnia, and antennae now quirked slightly upright. "Yes. One of them, anyway." Granted, Needlenose's other partners are Zigzag and Sunbeam, but that's an entirely different type of partnership!
(Those two, incidentally, give Spinister a somewhat uncomfortable look when he pops in, and Zigzag groans and covers his face with one hand.)
"He's the boss Mayhem," Needlenose adds. It's something she'd find out soon, anyway. He listens towards the story, but does not yet interrupt with questions (any more than reacting to Spinister and answering her question about partnership requires, anyway). Instead, he just gives her his attention, indicating she should continue.
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Post by Spinister on Jul 11, 2009 23:20:51 GMT -5
Spinister lives with Needlenose in a soundproofed room. Aside from the Nebulans, they have no other room-mates, unlike most of the other Decepticons. Spinister likes to assume that anyone with half a CPU can figure out what their deal is.
Spinister is often disappointed.
He lets little Blackarachnia and Needlenose introduce him to the new Blackarachnia and just stands behind Needlenose quietly. (He likes the view.) Spinister does listen to her story quite carefully. Two friends. Why'd she catch on that word?
During the war? It's over?
Wanting to find energon implies fuel was still valuable, so not a total surplus.
And so on.
Between the lines are the most fascinating things.
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Tasha Walker
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 13, 2009 21:20:49 GMT -5
Another sip, then Blackarachnia sets the drink down. She pushes back against the desk edge with her foot, rocking the stool back. "We found ourselves in a cavern far below the surface. We hadn't explored far before we were attacked."
She reaches up and idly touches a hand to one of her stingers. "Bet you can't guess by what."
She shrugs, "At any rate, one of those things was almost too much for the three of us combined, but the arrogant fool just refused to admit we were outclassed. Until three more showed up, that is. We were separated in the scuffle that followed."
"Myself and one of the others found the ship and the energon. Enough energon to set us all up in style. We also found the creatures' nest. We were quickly overwhelmed, surrounded by spiders and exploding energon cubes, and my download failed as we were attempting escape, leaving me trapped with the creatures."
She pauses for a moment, then touches the stinger again, "Hrm. I think I need to backtrack a minute. I don't know if it's the same for her-," she nods at the Predacon, "-but I've got a nasty bite. Paralyzing. Deadly, in a large enough dose. Something I picked up along with a few other things when I gained the form."
"But I also still have my original ability- which is to download and utilize another's powers. Say for example, you can shoot lightening bolts from your hands, have a built in mod, like a grapple, or are simply excessively strong. I could borrow the ability and use it for a short time."
"Of course, now when I do it, I knock you out with the venom at the same time," she smirks, but the expression quickly fades.
"It shouldn't have worked on an organic. I didn't expect it to. But I wasn't going to just lie down and die either, even if my...companions already considered me so."
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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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 Jul 14, 2009 0:27:08 GMT -5
Wow, two robots sharing a room?! Clearly Blackarachnia was failing in her work. She never cared to snoop about.
"I have cybervenom. Organic-inspired, but it has the same impact on Cybertronians."
"You've said these people who left you there. Your friends... oh. I'm sorry. Others. Who are they?"
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 14, 2009 19:36:56 GMT -5
"Interesting set of talents!" Needlenose exclaims, clearly impressed. He rocks back in his chair (and further into Spinister, incidentally). "Where I'm from, it's not unusual for people to have singular or even unique talents. Is it like that where you're from, or is such upgrade downloading common?" Now he rocks forward and rests his head on his hand. "How do you do it? Do you have the schematics behind the design?"
Blackarachnia has spent years afraid at being poked and prodded for being partially organic, and now Needlenose proves far more interested in something she could do even before that.
He was kind of wandering about the 'friends' thing, too, but since Predrachnia did, Needlenose doesn't repeat it.
He's not really getting as much out of the conversation as Spinister is, though.
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Post by Spinister on Jul 15, 2009 14:38:13 GMT -5
Spinister briefly ponders if this is the sort of venom where, if he takes a small dose every day for ten years, he can develop an immunity.
He concludes that getting his hands on some anti-venom would probably be easier and also more useful, were someone not-him to be poisoned. Note to Spinister: go talk to Mixmaster.
Spinister ponders the 'few other things' she mentions. Did she mention them all? Or just the ones she wants to mention? Spinister is no stranger to completely and utterly failing to mention special abilities.
He wonders how long a shot period of time is. Borrow? Does that mean the the ability is gone from the owner for that period of time?
Spinister leans over Needlenose a bit more as Needlenose rocks back in the chair. This Blackarachnia certainly thinks she's clever, doesn't she? Perhaps too clever by half. He will have to watch her, but then, he watches everyone.
It may not seem like he's doing much. Perhaps he really just is Needlenose's terribly coloured arm-candy. He'd be happy to let people think that.
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