Lugnut
Minor
Broken.
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Post by Lugnut on Jul 15, 2009 17:50:14 GMT -5
The discussion on how his Megatron was far more glorious then the others' may have been cut short with their departures, but now, now it is time to make them realize! Lugnut walks into one of the lounges, hoping that it was empty (for now!), but if there is anyone here then he doesn't even bother greeting them.
Instead, he walks over to any unbolted chairs and couches, lifting them up and placing them down, and again, and again...Building...Half a circle of chairs? This won't end well. "Oh Megatron, by the end of this day, all shall know your eternal glory!"
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Counterpunch
Minor
The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
What're you looking at?
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Post by Counterpunch on Jul 15, 2009 19:56:25 GMT -5
Counterpunch slouches into the room, glaring about malevolently. He arrives to spot the Megatron-shouter arranging the furniture, causing him to snort faintly. "The Pitt-? What, didn't care for the old arrangement, hnh?" he demands, arms crossed standoffishly, optics narrowed. For such a little guy, he's managing to radiate a fair amount of fury.
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Post by Blackout on Jul 15, 2009 21:37:39 GMT -5
As it turns out, the lounge wasn't empty. It's a good thing that Blackout doesn't take offense easily; he doesn't bother to greet Lugnut either. He simply ignores the jet and continues his task of cleaning Scorponok's central turbine.
When the jet calls out to Megatron, however, Blackout stops, holding the cleaning rag poised for another wipe. Then the blue car steps in, and the Pave Low sets the rag down, despite Scorponok's chitter of protest, and observes. How will the loudmouthed zealot handle this?
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Jetstorm (BM)
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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 Jul 17, 2009 1:36:02 GMT -5
Jetstorm boredly floats down the halls, stopping every now and then to stick his head in an open door or down a hallway to take a look at what was down there. He comes to the lounge with rather large bots, including that loud Lugnut who appears to be building...
"What is that, a stage?" Jetstorm speeds in and inspects one of the chairs with a glance. "What are you doing here, anyway? Tryin' to make a chair that can fit you? AH I kid, I kid!" he waves a hand dismissively at himself and then crosses his arms. "No really though, what are you doing with these chairs?"
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Lugnut
Minor
Broken.
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Post by Lugnut on Jul 18, 2009 9:29:43 GMT -5
Ah, here comes the first heretic to protest against the Master. Lugnut drops the chair in his hands on the ground before turning to look at Counterpunch, his arm moving to gesture at the rearranged interior.
"My thoughts on the interior are not important! All that matters is to spread the word of the glorious Lord Megatron, and to let the mere mention of his name raise the morale!" Oh, right, that's a bit too suspicious. "Speaking about other Megatrons is allowed as well, even though they are inferior knockoffs and pretenders to the name." Much better. And he even answered Jetstorm's question without acknowledging the annoying flier!
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Hellbender
Major
Mecha-Shai-Hulud
"Seriously."
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Post by Hellbender on Jul 18, 2009 13:08:48 GMT -5
Hellbender drifts in, now that he's settled in and all things Shockwave are settled as far as concerns him. He glances around the room, black cowled Seeker-helm turning from side to side. He's not really familiar with any of them.
"What the slag are you on about, Lugnut? Yo, Blackout, Counterpunch, Jetstorm." Hellbender clomped into the room and looked for a large, heavy lounge chair that hadn't been appropriated by Lugnut.
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Counterpunch
Minor
The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
What're you looking at?
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Post by Counterpunch on Jul 18, 2009 17:28:31 GMT -5
Counterpunch snorts once more. "I got a Galvatron, anyway. But what difference does it make? Ain't no Megatron around here, anyways." Still, he leans against the wall to watch the proceedings. This oughta be good.
He studies Hellbender suspiciously for a moment, as though trying to determine if there is some hidden insult in his greeting. Once he decides there isn't, he just gives a brief nod of his head to return it.
See? See? He can be polite!
Well, okay. No.
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Post by Blackout on Jul 19, 2009 6:53:20 GMT -5
Blackout raises a brow ridge at Lugnut's proclamation, giving Scorponok a mental command to return to his perch on the helicopter's back. "And what is so great and glorious about your Megatron?"
Yes, he is willing to put everyone in the room through this again just to make it sweeter to tear it apart. None from his reality have countered the purple zealot's argument's so far. You know, from the reality where Lord Megatron was already ruler of Cybertron before the war began.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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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 Jul 19, 2009 14:35:30 GMT -5
"Sup, all," he gives his greeting in a half-afted salute.
"Ooh-hoo I get to find out about better Megatrons that aren't my own," Jetstorm says, looking around for a perch of his own. He scratches at the side of his head, feeling funny for a bit of a moment, feeling like somebody was missing. He frowns and then points at Lugnut's shoulder. "Lemmie sit there, if you please. I promise, hm. How about I promise to let you talk about your Megatron without complainin? Man, that's a big promise for me. I can do it, I swear. I do!"
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Lugnut
Minor
Broken.
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Post by Lugnut on Jul 20, 2009 9:39:08 GMT -5
Lugnut looks in minor annoyance at Hellbender, thinking rather unflattering thoughts about big Decepticons and their intelligence. And no, he isn't aware of the irony in that. "As I stated before, we must raise the morale by reminding ourselves of the one who's birthright it is to lead the Decepticons: the glorious Megatron! Even if you all have different Megatrons than I do." Hey, he was about to grab that chair! Bah, no matter, he just grabs another one to haul it over to the 'stage'.
The purple giant drops the chair rather abruptly when Counterpunch says that, slowly turning around to glare at the blue and orange car, a growl starting deep in his throat. "How dare you! Just because the Great One is not here to grace us with his presence is no reason to slack off, and think that we do not have to follow his command anymore! And it is only a matter of time before he walks among us once again! Has that thought occurred in your processor?"
Lugnut is about to walk over to Counterpunch to rant some more...But then he freezes literally in mid step. He turns slowly, ominously, to face Blackout, that earlier growl only starting to increase along with the glow of his optics. And then, with the mother of all smug tones, he speaks; "Mine managed to capture the Allspark, for one." Jetstorm, you might not want to perch on Lugnut's shoulder right now.
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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 Jul 20, 2009 15:08:26 GMT -5
A box shuffles in, attracted by the noise. It emits a small hissing sound at the chairs, cause certainly there's only one bot bound to be called for putting them back in their places.
But for now, let's see what's going on here. Mistwind clambers up from under and behind, hanging to the box so only his head peeks out above it. Here he has a Lugnut, a Counterpunch, a Blackout, a Hellbender and a Jetstorm.
All good enough reasons to flee were this not looking to get mighty interesting really soon.
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Hellbender
Major
Mecha-Shai-Hulud
"Seriously."
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Post by Hellbender on Jul 20, 2009 18:41:25 GMT -5
"Well, Ah never saw what was so great about him. He was ancient history, disappeared vorns ago, leaving the likes of Trannis and Straxus to run things." Hellbender's tone of voice suggests that he was mighty unimpressed with the aforementioned Decepticon warlords.
"When he finally turned up again, he was too busy fighting another piece of ancient history, that there Optimus Prime, to actually do anything useful. Now, when Shockwave turned up again, that's when things started happening." Hellbender snatches the big comfortable chair out from under Lugnut's pile and thumps it down right where he wants it.
"Lord Shockwave took out all those Autobots that Megatron had been baffled by in less than one day. One day, Lugnut. He took Prime's head, too." Hellbender plants himself comfortably in said comfortable chair.
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Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Jul 20, 2009 20:27:38 GMT -5
Counterpunch snickers. "You know, I'd probably have to care about this 'Allspark' to give a damn that your Megatron captured it. Hell, my Megatron captures Cybertron. Then mostly died then got converted into a nutcase, but as Megatron, he went out while the 'Cons were on top."
He stalks over to one of the chairs, grabs it, spins it around, and plops himself into it, hands on the back of it.
"Besides, I don't see that the odds are great for any one particular Megatron to show up sooner or late. I bet the 'Bots were all thinking, 'Man, sooner or later, we gotta have an Optimus Prime showing up.' And what did they get when one did? A weenie Optimus. So what are you going to do when we get a weenie Megatron, huh?"
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Post by Blackout on Jul 21, 2009 2:35:08 GMT -5
Blackout gives a slight wave of his hand in a dismissive gesture as Lugnut mentions his Megatron capturing the Allspark. "So did mine."
Actually, all Blackout knows is that the Allspark and Lord Megatron were found in the same place before he was pulled here. He's making what he feels is the logical conclusion, and there's nobody from a later point in his reality to tell him otherwise.
"Furthermore, my Lord Megatron did not have to conquer Cybertron. He was already its rightful ruler before the war began!" His voice drops into a growl. "Until that coward Optimus Prime balked at our true destiny and doomed us all."
Blackout's optics narrow at Hellbender's speech, but he says nothing. Clearly, it's just another sign of another inferior Megatron who couldn't hold command. (Hellbender's Megatron being well and truly insane is another matter entirely.) Counterpunch gets an odd look. What in the pit is a "weenie?"
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Blitzwing
Rookie
Rage of the Machine
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Post by Blitzwing on Jul 21, 2009 4:10:18 GMT -5
"Someone who is weak and easily crushed, or a small amount of meat rolled into a sort of oblong shape, as eaten by humans. Normally pork is used, gotten from a Terran species Sus Domestica, better known as the common pig." Blitzwing says as he saunters in, not missing a beat.
"So, are we still comparing Megatrons? Perhaps we could develop a card based game out if it." Blitzwing says, taking one of the seats from the half circle and putting it by a table, which he promptly uses as a foot rest.
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