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Post by Spinister on Jul 23, 2009 16:59:07 GMT -5
Being a woman is a contagious disease that you can catch from spiders?
At Blackarachnia's mention of Lugnut having a consort, Spinister takes a step to the side and forward, so that's standing beside Needlenose, rather than behind him, and he looks over at Needlenose thoughtfully. He tries to reach a hand over and place it atop Needlenose's shoulder.
Spinister considers the implications of a flunked out, miniature Optimus Prime with no magic artifact of power. That sounds about as ridiculous as a Megatron who is a laid-off miner who doesn't like killing people.
Spinister finally just muses, "Maybe they need to kill more people." That usually solves most problems.
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 23, 2009 23:01:05 GMT -5
Needlenose gets glared at and punched. "Wow, you people with gender sure are touchy about it!" he exclaims, and although that's liable to lead to another round of glaring and punching, close consideration of his words would suggest that he's not saying he thinks they're doing it because they're girls and girls are touchy. He chalks the reaction up to having a gender at all, and implying, in the same stroke, that he doesn't really consider himself to have one. Talk of yardsticks aside. "Can't say I get what gender has to do with pairings, th-" and then he cuts himself off and looks over towards his Nebulans, who are looking up at him. "Well, I know that, I'm talking for Transformers!" he exclaims, then shrugs it off. So maybe Allsparks aren't the only way to get new robots for these guys? How messy! His brain changes topics fast. "So, wait..." he pauses, considering. Then he peers up at Spinister as the assassin places a hand on his shoulder. "Wasn't it Misfire who dealt with him?" Needlenose barks a laugh. "Battle of the academy drop-outs, then? Hah!"
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Tasha Walker
Minor
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 24, 2009 19:22:30 GMT -5
Blackarachnia mentally throws up her hands, deciding that it is simply impossible to convey the concept of gender to one who doesn't have it. Or knows he has it. Or something. Bah.
She makes no comment on Spinister's suggestion that her Autobots just need to kill more people. Death is nothing compared to finding all you've learned and worked for to be a carefully crafted facade built upon half-truths and altered history. Or finding out the people you'd trust with your life? Aren't worthy of the trust.
"So. How much more prying into my life do I have to sit through before I get the nickel tour?"
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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 25, 2009 2:30:56 GMT -5
"That's because you're being a jerk about it! Jerk." Blackarachnia is saying it teasingly to Needlenose, honest! But doesn't really know what the answer to her Decepticon namesake's question. So instead she shrugs indifferently. "What's a nickel?"
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Post by Spinister on Jul 25, 2009 10:23:08 GMT -5
Hairsplitter, now back in his armour, sulks, "I have a gender. It's really not a difficult concept."
Singe just growls, "Robots."
Spinister vaguely considers poking his weapons to go back to being weapons, instead of standing around on the floor as surly little men, but the idea just gets him another wave of surly from the Nebulans.
Spinister corrects gently, "Misfire passed." This is a burn on Optimus Prime, if only one knows who Misfire is.
Spinister really meant that the ladies in Blackarachnia's reality need to kill more people, so that they can become Magnus and stuff, but, with Spinister, the case usually is: Death is the answer. Now, what was the question?
Hairsplitter sniffs a bit and answers little Blackarachnia's question, "A five cent coin, usually. Not worth very much, in most economies."
Spinister glances over at Needlenose. Needlenose has been playing lead Inquisitor for this job, and Needlenose's tour is liable to be a lot more entertaining than his own.
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 25, 2009 23:42:42 GMT -5
Needlenose mutters, "I'm not confused about the concept of gender, I'm confused about being tou- oh, forget about it." Sometimes, you just need to give up.
He probably was being a jerk about it, though.
Needlenose looks up at Spinister, then at Decepticon Blackarachnia. His partners stand up, and then he stands up. "Sure, come on. Guess it's time we showed you around. Welcome to the Twilight Zone, Blackarachnia. No matter how weird things were at home, this place will manage to be weirder." Then he stops partway to the door and remembers the whole Bumblebee-in-a-toy-car affair. "Well, unless you're from my reality. C'mon, now." And with that, he's out the door.
OOC: Good place to end the thread?
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jul 26, 2009 10:44:41 GMT -5
"Finally," Blackarachnia mutters to herself, standing as well.
"All right then. Let's see what there is to see."
OOC: Fine by me
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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 27, 2009 5:45:34 GMT -5
Blackarachnia would totally point out that it was Goldbug that was a car, not Bumblebee, but given that she is not telepathic, nor does she know that it was Goldbug or who Goldbug is, she says nothing.
She also wonders why Bigrachnia is asking for a tour that is cheap and worthless. Weird. She finishes off her cube as she looks up to Needlenose. Who is leaving without saying goodbye to her.
Jerk.
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Post by Spinister on Jul 28, 2009 19:08:51 GMT -5
Spinister seriously doubts that Bigrachnia will really see all that there is to see. Most people simply don't allow their optics to see what is really there, too wrapped up in their own expectations.
He moves to take trail position in the group, looking back at Littlerarachnia. Is she coming? No? She can suit herself, then.
OOC: Plox.
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