Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Aug 21, 2008 21:28:39 GMT -5
Misfire has been wandering about, poking his head in here or there and generally getting the lay of the land. Having Aimless with him had been helpful, as his partner was able to check out areas much to small for Misfire to examine.
After awhile he comes to an area that gets captures his attention, one that was obviously set up as a firing range. Misfire tilts his head, considering. It's been a bit since he was able to actually practice....
Aimless looks up at him and lets out a long suffering sigh. "Tour's over, isn't it?" he says as shakes his head. "I really don't know why you bother.," he adds, even as he jumps into Misfire's waiting hand.
//Practicing. <coordinates of firing range>// Misfire radios over the Allied Villain Frequency, just before he shoots at his first target. A warning, or an invitation, depending on how well the listeners know Misfire.
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Post by Blackout on Aug 22, 2008 18:46:14 GMT -5
As it happens, Misfire isn't the only one learning the region for his own future reference. Blackout is used to serving as a forward scout before a full-scale assault; knowing the terrain is essential.
Unfortunately, Blackout has no experience with a Misfire. Or with the myriad ludicrous weaknesses of Marvel characters.
The big Pave Low stomps around a corner just as the Targetmaster lets loose. He remains silent for a moment, then shakes his head in annoyance. "You are aptly named."
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Aug 22, 2008 21:25:58 GMT -5
Misfire watches rather impassively as first one, than another, then yet another shot go wide of their targets. He manages not to sigh in frustration, mainly because he didn't expect to actually score a hit. He turns a wry smile on Blackout, then shakes his head.
"Not quite. I don't actually misfire. I'm just aimless, like my partner. But I'm improving."
Misfire then turns back toward the range, sighting in a target not terribly far down range, a gaudy vehicle with a crudely painted Deceptisigil on it. A shot. A miss.
Par for the course.
"Have at, if you'd like."
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Post by Long Range on Aug 23, 2008 0:09:50 GMT -5
Long Range has intelligently approached the firing range from behind. Even so, he currently has his back pressed up agianst a thick wall, those with good audio receptors can probably hear it groaning under his weight.
"I'm coming out now Misfire! Try not to hit me!" He shouts with his one hand cupped by his mouth. This is a lie, as he now just peeks his head around the corner to avoid any return fire his announcement might have generated.
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Post by Blackout on Aug 23, 2008 13:02:40 GMT -5
"You fire, and you miss." This is what passes for Blackout's sense of humor.
At the invitation to join in the shooting, Blackout grunts, considering throwing the gaudy little jet at a target. Instead, he raises his left arm, deploys the Gatling gun in his forearm, and proceeds to rather loudly burn several holes across the bottom of a standing target, a dummy with old vehicle parts bolted on to resemble an Autobot. As Blackout's gun spins down to standby, the weakened target slowly topples, falling over with a loud crash. "Steady your arm, let your elbow take the recoil, and squeeze the trigger instead of pulling it." The thought of a sentient gun having any say in the matter hasn't occurred to him.
Blackout turns his torso to see around his own shoulder at Long Range. "If you don't want him to hit you, perhaps you should tell him to aim for you."
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Aug 23, 2008 22:32:45 GMT -5
Misfire chuckles at Blackout's comment, because it is better than letting his frustration show. After all, he can't argue against his major failing, and he's learned over time that getting visibly irked about it just makes things worse. He holds off on firing again so as to better see what Blackout can do. Not too shabby, really.
However, when Blackout starts to instruct Misfire on how to shoot properly, the jet expression goes flat and hard. Long Range piping up is the only thing that stops Misfire from saying something quite uncomplimentary to the helicopter. Instead, he turns toward Long Range, but Misfire's smile of welcome is somewhat subdued.
"Perhaps I should mention that I do still have my radar in this mode, even if it's range is halved. You're a hard- and distinctive- shape to miss approaching, Long Range. Also," he says to Blackout as he turns back towards the range, "I'm not a fresh paint. I know how to shoot. I just lack finesse." With that, Misfire lets out a full speed spray of particle clusters across the range, scoring multiple hits on multiple targets.
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Post by Long Range on Aug 24, 2008 2:22:27 GMT -5
Long Range steps out from behind cover and begins walking towards were the other two are firing. He's interested to see that Misfire isn't a completely hopeless shot. "Some nice shots." He says as he stops next to Misfire, hands behind his back. "How good are you at calling co-ordinates with that radar of yours?" He continues as he extricates his own rifle from subspace.
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Post by Blackout on Aug 24, 2008 18:48:45 GMT -5
Blackout comes from a place where most Decepticons range from neurotic to berserker to Bonecrusher. Telling someone to calm down enough to shoot straight is necessary more than one might think. Otherwise, they end up getting thrown at the enemy, and there aren't quite enough numbers here to get away with that. No seemingly endless supplies of Swindle or Payload drones.
Or Blackout is just mean-spirited. Either is possible.
The spray gets a nod from the big chopper. Suppressing fire is useful. Perhaps Misfire isn't completely useless, if he can get the enemy to keep their heads down and stay still long enough for someone to throw an explosive in their midst.
As Long Range steps forward, Blackout turns back to the range, chest cannon flipping out. The barrel fills with blue, then erupts, sending a pulse of energy down the field and blasting an old vehicle into the air. He waits until it slams back down, scattering bits of charred metal, then looks back down at Misfire. "Then remind me to stand behind you."
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Aug 24, 2008 22:51:30 GMT -5
Misfire just shrugs. The only reason he scored hits at all was because of the way he scattered his shots. And really, if Blackout or Long Range are paying close enough attention, they might realize that fewer hits scored than should have, given the speed and firepower displayed.
"Good enough," Misfire answers Long Range, "In robot mode I've got a three hundred fifty mile radius. Double that in flight."
He watches Blackout play bounce the car with his chest cannon. Aimless pipes up, "That is what I call a serious case of heartburn."
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Post by Long Range on Aug 25, 2008 16:01:03 GMT -5
"Obviously, we need to work together next time there's a fight." Long Range says lazily, as he raises his own rifle and snaps off a badly aimed shot. It misses, but anyone looking at him wouldn't be able to say he might not have meant for that.
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Post by Blackout on Aug 25, 2008 16:44:04 GMT -5
Blackout raises a brow ridge at the talking gun, but doesn't comment. His back chitters from time to time, if anyone bothers to notice. Blackout isn't strictly anti-organic; he's just anti-anyone-that-isn't-a-Decepticon. An organic allied with a Decepticon is to be used as any other soldier. "What, exactly, is a heart?" If it burns so easily, it might be a weakness worth noting.
Long Range's lazy shot gets no reaction from Blackout. A waste of energy, perhaps, but this entire exercise has no specific purpose. He's just here to observe a few of his fellow soldiers, and maybe relieve a little frustration while he's here.
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Aug 26, 2008 12:10:05 GMT -5
Misfire will be the last mech to comment on another's poor shooting. Pot meeting kettle and all that rot. "Maybe." is his only answer to Long Range's suggestion.
He releases his grip on Aimless, and the Nebulan tumbles to the ground, landing in a graceless heap. Aimless' comment sparked Blackout's question, he could be the one to explain it.
The Nebulan moves as close to Misfire as he can, then just shakes his head, "Figure of speech, 's all. Heart's what keeps us living, like your core." He waves his hand, "Or spark, or module, or whatever the heck blade-covered mechs like you have. Heartburn....imagine getting a drink of some bad fuel that burns as it goes down and keeps burning, trying to come back up. It's like that."
Aimless looks up at Misfire. Blackout creeps him out, he does. Just a wee bit.
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Post by Long Range on Aug 27, 2008 6:25:23 GMT -5
"So your heart stores your intelligence and whatever keeps you organics alive?" Long Range asks Aimless, who to him is almost comically small.
He also has absolutely no idea how organics work, so correcting him now might avert difficulty later.
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Post by Blackout on Aug 28, 2008 12:16:31 GMT -5
Blackout can sympathize with the feeling of bad burning fuel trying to come back up. Just as Stockade can sympathize with the feeling of getting beaten with one's own torn-off arm. Blackout doesn't take practical jokes well.
"And this heart is as vital to your life as our sparks are to ours?" Aside from a passing mention during his interview, Blackout hasn't pursued the matter of other life sources yet. A missile will extinguish any of them, so as far as he's concerned, they're not all that different anyway.
An insectoid face peers down from over Blackout's shoulder at Aimless, giving a curious chitter. Scorponok is plainly wondering if Aimless has a flavor.
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Aug 28, 2008 23:17:48 GMT -5
"What?" Aimless asks, looking up (and up and up) at Long Range, "No, no, that's the brain, the heart is...we don't put all our eggs in one basket like you guys, and yes it's vital- what the hell is that thing and why is it looking at me like I'm an energon goodie!"
Aimless is now staring from around the protection of Misfire's leg at the creepy boogly scorpion peeping over Blackout's shoulder .
Creepier and creepier. Can we go now? Please?
Misfire stifles a sigh, ignoring Aimless' plea, "You have a partner, too, it seems."
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