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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Dec 13, 2009 12:46:26 GMT -5
//I can escort.//
It lets Ravage size up the nutty spider and also gets him out of this tedious watch.
//First stop: decontamination.//
The cat sneezes.
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 13, 2009 13:21:24 GMT -5
Tarantulas listens intently to the discussion about Lugnut. Clearly there's enough going on here to keep him occupied. Then he nods. "Science and Engineering sounds perfectly acceptable." Then he shifts his optics to focus on Ravage. "What exactly does decontamination entail? Certain procedures might damage my organic components. Either way I'm eager to be out of this cage, " the spider-former says, tapping the force-field lightly with a claw.
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Post by Counterpunch on Dec 13, 2009 21:48:41 GMT -5
Counterpunch isn't a traitor! He's completely loyal to his faction!
He seems to mostly look bored as Hellbender recounts the difference between himself and Lugnut before going over his likes and dislikes. He takes the nickname well enough - better that than 'C-Punch,' and shrugs. "All right, but if he's trouble, I'm blaming you," he rasps as his thumb jabs down towards the panel, deactivating the cage.
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Post by Hellbender on Dec 14, 2009 19:03:57 GMT -5
// Hold on there, Ravage. Hook is comin' down to take a look at his new staffer, so don't go nowhere with Tarantulas just yet, // Hellbender says.
"That's fer Hook to figure out. We've had other Preds before, so Ah figure he's got somethin' that works for y'all," Hellbender assures Tarantulas.
He turns his head to glance at Counterpunch and says, "If there's trouble, Ah'm blamin' the one what starts the trouble. Radical notion, Ah know."
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Dec 14, 2009 22:20:38 GMT -5
When Counterpunch lets down the forcefield, Ravage stands, eying the spider warily.
//As has been said- multiple times- we have part-organics here.// A snort. //Shower will not hurt you.//
His tail flicks, perhaps a bit too close to Hellbender. The big worm has rank to order them about?
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 14, 2009 22:31:59 GMT -5
Tarantulas steps out of the cage, stretching his arms and the legs on his back. "Yes, I heard it mentioned that there were other Predacons here. I merely wanted to make sure there weren't any accidents." He walks up to Ravage and leans forward to look the cat in the optic. "Sadly, it seems we have to wait on the grown-ups' approval before our play-date, kitty-cat," he says, chuckling.
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Post by Counterpunch on Dec 15, 2009 8:30:39 GMT -5
Counterpunch makes a soft 'tssh' noise. "Starting ain't always the same as responsible," he observes almost casually.
Granted, Counterpunch is more apt to throw around blame at random. Generates ill-feelings and confusion. But that's neither here nor there.
He looks down at Tarantulus for a moment, his expression unreadable - mostly because it's behind an optic band and a mask.
"Is he... hitting on Ravage?" he asks, tone a bit baffled.
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Post by Hellbender on Dec 15, 2009 23:49:41 GMT -5
"Yeah, you do," Hellbender testily tells Tarantulas.
The smart-aft attitudes floating around the room are starting to annoy the big worm-former. Tarantulas has already been told about security and decontamination and that his new boss is on his way here (why yes, Hellbender noticed that he overheard messages on the D-band), so the snide remarks are just that: the spider being snide, showing off his lack of respect for those present.
"Counter-P, Ah don't think Ah want to know the answer to that," Hellbender says, trying not to think too hard about a techno-organic spider and a pile of razor blades in cat form could get up to.
Then Ravage's tail whips by, just grazing Hellbender's leg. Ruby optics narrow; that particular cat o' razor blades has been shedding attitude all over the room and radio band since Tarantulas showed up.
Hellbender's hand snaps down, seizing Ravage's tail firmly. "Ravage, you're gettin' careless with that tail of yours. Someone's gonna get hurt if you don't pay more attention to what you're doin'" A hard squeeze on the tail emphasizes just who that 'someone' will be.
--- Pulling the cat's tail by permission of Ravage's owner
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Dec 16, 2009 1:41:54 GMT -5
Ravage does not take the spider's words as a come on. He can't really. Such relations aren't part of the big cat's programming.
He does, however, consider the invasion of personal space a threat and snarls at Taratulas, ear going back flat, shoulders hunching in preparation for a warning snap.
And then Hellbender grabs his tail- not just grabs but squeezes.
Hurts him.
In the space of seconds Ravage has twisted end on end, not carrying that the sharpness of the move snaps a joint in his tail where Hellbender holds it fast. In those seconds, the cat launches himself at the wurm's arm, all four clawsets digging into metal as he screams in protest.
Those whom Ravage is used to dealing with would take the warning and shake the cat off, drop the matter- if only to avoid Soundwave's ire later.
Hellbender is not one with whom Ravage is used to dealing.
Psycho-kitty pounce done with permission
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Post by Hook on Dec 16, 2009 18:57:19 GMT -5
"Thrilling. I was just betting with Mixmaster about what new and exciting way you lot would find to injure yourselves." Hook leans in the doorway, surveying the situation.
His head tilts slightly as he glances down at the spider. "Another one?"
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 16, 2009 19:55:33 GMT -5
Tarantulas wasn't hitting on Ravage. He was just being creepy. It's what he does. He straightens up and gives Counterpunch a 'say what?' look. Then Hellbender grabs a tiger by the tail and gets an armful of claws. The spider jumps back, well out of the way. "Gentlecons, there's no need for violence!" he says, reaching behind his back to pull his web pistol from subspace, adding "Though if there's going to be some, I'm more than happy to help," under his breath. As Hook makes his presence known, the gun is hastily re-stowed, and Tarantulas looks up at him, even giving a slight bow. "Tarantulas, at your service. You would be Hook, I presume? I'm uncertain of the correct form of address."
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Post by Counterpunch on Dec 16, 2009 21:54:13 GMT -5
Counterpunch looks back at Tarantulas with optics narrowed, and he demands, "What are you looking at, freak!?"
He does take insult at the oddest things.
He doesn't bother to get in the middle of Hellbender and Ravage's battle. They're Decepticons. They'll settle their differences as Decepticons. Not his concern... though he does make note of it.
He glances up as Hook arrives, but does not otherwise acknowledge the Constructicon.
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Post by Hellbender on Dec 16, 2009 23:23:56 GMT -5
Hellbender is not totally surprised to find a bundle of snarling metal hellcat trying to gnaw his arm off--just mostly, since anyone who knows the big worm-former has a good idea how ineffective that kind of attack is. Too bad Ravage doesn't know Hellbender.
"Not listening." Hellbender jerks his face back to avoid getting clawed. "NO," he growls, and twists his arm, tossing the razor-cat down hard. Ravage doesn't go willingly; his claws leave long, shining scratches in Hellbender's paint, and one blade nearly gets wedged in Hellbender's cutting heads. Fortunately, the grinders and cutters lining his outer forearm aren't active.
Hellbender then pins the hellcat with one foot pressing down on his back. He bends down slightly and says, "Get control of yourself, trooper! You behave, I'll let you up."
He turns his head slightly. "Lord Hook. That there spider fella is Tarantulas. Tarantulas, you figured correctly, that's Hook."
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Dec 17, 2009 0:23:14 GMT -5
"MRRROOOWWW!!!"
Ravage screams as he's thrown about, then again as he's pinned to the floor with a lack of both effort and concern. Hellbender even manages to pin him belly down, close to the neck, taking both the cat's claws and teeth out of the equation. Ravage is flexible, but not that flexible.
Still he tries, twisting his head about to snarl and snap at Hellbender's leg. His broken tail jerks about to try and wrap around the leg pinning him; Ravage can't do much more than scrape paint with the spikey appendage, but it's the effort that matters.
This cat is not cowed. Not yet.
He does, however, note the appearance of a command figure. His protests quiet to a dull rumbling.
//Off!// he snarls //Settle later!//
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Post by Hook on Dec 18, 2009 19:49:30 GMT -5
"My name will suffice. Other common forms of respectful address are also acceptable if you find a one-syllable word difficult to remember. There are no objections to appending Lord to the front of my name, but it's not required." It does, however, stroke Hook's ego, and there are certain benefits to having Hook think even mildly fondly of you.
Hook eyes Hellbender and Ravage, but says nothing. They're Decepticons, they can sort things out on their own, and if one or both of them need medical assistance, they know where the labs are and how radios work.
"Turn him over to me, Counterpunch, so I can get the scans out of the way."
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