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Post by Sable Conolly on Sept 25, 2008 20:01:15 GMT -5
The sun is setting now, late in the day, as it is. The shadows are long and distorted. Golden sunlight glints off what was once an alien amusement park. It only vaguely resembles Terran amusement parks; the people of this planet never knew humans.
However, subjecting oneself to mild centripetal forces is a universe-wise pastime. Thus, in some vague sense, the machinery Scourge stands next to might be called a merry-go-round. Its shadow is long and oddly jagged. The seats have been torn off, and without the locking gears, the whole machine simply spins slowly in the wind, the poles looking rather dangerous.
Some parts of this amusement park are obviously rigged with traps. Some of the traps are more subtle.
The most ensnaring part of the whole place, however, is the black-clad Decepticon.
As promised, he radios Shockwave, <<Commander? Go time.>>
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Post by Victoria Raines on Sept 25, 2008 22:56:37 GMT -5
Shockwave is not at Scourge's chosen sparring site. The gun-former is still working busily in his impromptu workshop. Upon receiving that radio call from Scourge, however, Shockwave begins to carefully gather up his tools.
//I will contact the Prime. Do you wish me to give him rough coordinates, or will you be playing hide and seek?// Shockwave isn't attempting to insult; forcing the Prime into such a position would be a good tactical move. That his question serves as a reminder that Shockwave does wish to know the tanker's location merely speaks of Shockwave's preference for multi-tasking.
Of course, if Scourge is not forthcoming, then Shockwave is fairly certain he can locate him once the "battle" is engaged. He will just follow the noise.
OOC: Shockwave will be observing the sparring, but will largely be skippable once the initial scene is set and Rodimus Prime-3 posts in.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Sept 28, 2008 11:03:36 GMT -5
<<Haven't set up a triangulation system, yet?>> Scourge sounds mildly surprised. <<Very well. [Coordinates.] Give him the coordinates, sir.>>
Scourge sweeps his gaze around. Hmm, will the Prime come from that one path, covered in crunchy broken glass? From the broken boardwalk that will cave in at a feather's touch? From behind and over the merry-go-round?
Or perhaps from above?
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Sept 28, 2008 22:09:31 GMT -5
Rodimus does not fly in.
Does he expect trickery? Of course. He is an Autobot.
However, taunting aside, he was genuine in his desire for a true challenge when he requested this sparring match, and thus that means minimizing his use of... special talents.
But still, he is also arrogant. Even if he respects Scourge's ability to present a challenge, he is confident in his own eventual victory. He does not hide his approach, and can be heard before he is seen.
Heavy metal feet crunch broken glass in a steady, determined pattern as Rodimus Prime announces his arrival not with words, but with his path over the shards.
Some one is here, but the only ride he's interested in is the one Scourge alone can provide.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Sept 29, 2008 21:18:59 GMT -5
Scourge does not turn at the first crunch of glass. Only a bare flick of his antennae shows that he has even noticed.
A few beats in, Scourge turns, slowly. He can be seen to be turning from a fair distance away.
Scourge does not fear this dark Prime, perhaps darker than himself. He probably should, but all the same, he does not. He hates him, for what he brings out in Scourge, what Scourge tries both valiantly and horrifically to keep restrained.
Finally, Scourge shouts, "Plasma gun," snaps out said weapon, and fires it at the dark Prime. He coos, "And hello. Beautiful weather, isn't it?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Sept 29, 2008 22:26:13 GMT -5
The shout alerts Rodimus just as he comes into sight, and he rolls out of the way, scattering glass every where. The shards fly into the air, glittering back the colors of the sunset. The colors of fire. The colors of the Prime.
Once he rolls upright, Rodimus grins. "Indeed," he hisses eagerly. "Sunset's one of my favorite times. The whole world's aflame... the day's dying embers."
He crouches, but he does not turn fire, not just yet. Instead, he walks, crouched, circling towards Scourge's right, approaching though a slow, outside path. "Do you intend to herald in the night, dark one?" he asks, voice thick and syrupy, a sweetened mix one part mockery, one part invitation.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Sept 30, 2008 11:17:23 GMT -5
"I simply intend to celebrate the murder of the sun," the dark knight replies, with a second murder. His tucks away his plasma gun. It is so very impersonal. Shoot from a distance, and the target may never know his killer.
He draws the Sword of Fury, which Scourge also announces, "Sword of Fury!"
Yes, this compulsion to use attack-names? It's so very old now. Scourge wings the sword around him. He brings it down, two-handed, over his head, trying to stab it down into the crouching Prime, a swift, forceful movement.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Sept 30, 2008 18:07:39 GMT -5
"And what of the moons' victory?" Rodimus rasps. "I notice that here on Gillanan, the sun must be outnumbered three to one to be brought low. There's only one of you."
He out and out grins Scourge draws his weapon and shouts his attack. He ducks under the swing, taking a step towards Scourge while he does, though the sword manages a brief bite into the Prime's shoulder in the process. The liquid that leaks out is black, not pink - not a fuel line, then.
Once in and under, he twists his body so his back is almost touching the other. In the same move, he lifts both hands to grab Scourge's wrists - should Scourge manage to lower his arms any lower, they will be around Rodimus.
The Prime examines Scourge's implement. "Beautiful weapon," he says admiringly, almost enviously. "Your alternate just uses a whip."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Sept 30, 2008 19:57:27 GMT -5
Scourge muses, "You consider yourself the sun? Ah, yes. Hot and full of gas. Quite." If his black paint did not make it abundantly clear, Scourge is the night itself.
Scourge does indeed attempt to lower his arms, and then he yanks them in, attempting to wrench Rodimus Prime's head clean off, a clear deterrent to grabbing his weapon. Scourge is very possessive of the pink-red blade.
Sounding bored, he replies, "Does he, now?" Information is information. He'll take what he can get.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Sept 30, 2008 20:11:47 GMT -5
Any attempt at "yanking" is bound to be foiled, as the Prime resists the pull of the semi, who as likely as not finds his arms coming in at a much slower pace than expected, and with much struggle.
"You shouldn't mock the heat, Scourge," Rodimus says, voice barely above a whisper. Then he ducks his head down and falls to the ground, releasing Scourge's wrists in the process. As he hits, he points his right arm at the Optimus repaint and fires an electro-blast.
OOC: Oh, and, uhm, grabbing Scourge's wrists last post was done with player permission.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Oct 1, 2008 20:22:58 GMT -5
Scourge sees that this Prime is at least as powerful as his twin, if not more so. He does so love a good fight.
He takes the hit, but it is as glancing blow as he pulls back. A curl of smoke rises from the wound, twisted as the motives in his head.
While Rodimus Prime is on the ground, Scourge attempt to slam his foot down on the Prime's neck, and he replies, "I see no reason why I shouldn't."
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Post by Victoria Raines on Oct 1, 2008 21:55:20 GMT -5
Shockwave has found a decent enough vantage point to watch Rodimus Prime and Scourge spar, the top of what might have been some gravity defying ride. Not the best seat in the house, but at least he's less likely to either interrupt or get in the way of the sparring warriors. And Shockwave will be able to move easily should the battle shift about the park.
Skippable
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Oct 1, 2008 22:11:35 GMT -5
Rodimus rolls out from under Scourge's foot swiftly, then he tumbles into an upright crouch, his right foot extended and sweeping at the other's feet.
"I'll be happy to teach you," he purrs as he tries to bring the semi down to his level.
Whether the sweeping kick works or not, he rolls once more backwards and springs back to his feet before hunching down once more, ready to dive into battle again.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Oct 3, 2008 19:36:38 GMT -5
Scourge makes a truly beautiful leap over that kick, the dying sunbeams glinting off his black hide. He lands neatly on his feet and turns around to face his opponent.
Reaching underneath the merry-go-round, he starts to lift the whole ride, replying, "No, I was thinking that you'd be the one schooled."
There is a horrendous groan and shriek as the merry-go-round comes loose from its moorings, and Scourge flings the entire ride at Rodimus Prime.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Oct 3, 2008 21:45:28 GMT -5
"Ah, but I was always a poor st-" the Prime is cut off when the huge merry-go-round is pulled free. His gun is summoned to hand and he leaps into the air, rifle aimed, as though he intends to blast his way through it to land by Scourge-
-but his timing is off. Something is off. He is hit, firmly, by the alien carousel and knocked to the ground, the amusement ride crumbling into a heap of wreckage in the fall.
And all is silent.
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