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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Oct 8, 2008 18:54:06 GMT -5
Once Prime manages to wrench the sword from Scourge's grip he stumbles backwards, before recovering his balance.
"No. You aren't," Rodimus smirks at Scourge's words, smirks at his fury.
He absently flips the sword in his damaged hand, and cannot disguise the wince as he catches it by the hilt. The expression of pain is quickly replaced with smug, however.
"You're right where I want you."
He swings.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Oct 8, 2008 22:30:19 GMT -5
Scourge manages to step back, just out of simple slashing range. If Rodimus Prime wants to sink that blade into Scourge, he's going to have to make a piercing lunge for it, and Scourge is making a tempting target of himself.
He seethes, a mass of fury akin to the night stars now shining upon the combatants. His hands are curled into fists, and he wills Rodimus Prime just a bit closer now.
C'mon, c'mon.
"You want me in your face, ready to tear you a new one?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Oct 9, 2008 7:39:55 GMT -5
It's as though Scourge is practically inviting Rodimus to penetrate him!
Well, Rodimus is not one to turn down an opportunity like that!
Damaged hands slick with his own hydralic fluids and lubricants tighten around the hilt of the blade as Rodimus grins in response to Scourge's question.
"Oh, yessss," he purrs. "That is exactly where I want you."
And with that, he lunges forward, attempting to plunge the powerful red blade into Scourge's waiting body.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Oct 9, 2008 16:27:33 GMT -5
Scourge is extremely attached to the Sword of Fury, and he wants it back with him, even if he has to take it back the hard way. In the instant of the lunge, he hisses, "You should say its name, if you wish to wield the Sword of Fury." Curse these people and their ability to hurt people without shouting catchphrases!
Then, the blade punctures his outer layers of armour and keeps going, deeper in, severing his internal systems. Scourge bleeds freely, glowing pink in the dark, and his antennae lay back with a pain that he fights to keep his voicebox from voicing. He gasps, red optics pulsing erratically, "Vector Sigma... hurts..."
However, there will be more pain for Scourge before the night is through. He steps forward, allowing the blade to be thrust deeper into himself, clean out his back. The agony is acute and exquisite, but Scourge forces himself forward, to close the distance. Rodimus Prime is such a grabby fellow - it doesn't seem like he wants to let go.
Once the distance is closed, Scourge reaches out and attempts to grab Rodimus Prime by the shoulder with one hand and the chin with another, intending to rip the Prime's smug head clean off for his affronts.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Oct 9, 2008 19:36:27 GMT -5
"You cheapen it by reducing it to mere words," Rodimus growls as Scourge moves closer, as the sword penetrates deeper. With both hands on the sword, however, the Prime doesn't have a hand free to prevent Scourge from grasping is shoulder... and his chin... and pulling.
Rodimus instinctively pulls back, but that only hastens the process, as Scourge's fingers dig beneath the outer layer of his soft facial metal. The other pulls, and the Prime's face is literally pulled off, eliciting a shriek of pain and fury that echoes throughout the city.
At the start, the scream is more pain than fury, but it quickly transmutes into more fury than pain, and the Prime begins to twist the sword and pull sideways at it, attempting to remove it from Scourge's body in the most painful way possible.
And then, suddenly, he stops. He releases the weapon and steps back, glaring at Scourge. His air-cooling systems are working overtime, and he visibly pants, much as a human would, while he struggles to regain himself.
Finally, he gasps out through ruined mouth, voice holding more mechanical overtones than normal, "Time is up."
The inner workings of his face are displayed for all to see as the Prime smiles, a grotesque parody of the actual expression when there is no out-skin to move. Struts move and adjust, minute servos activate, and here and there, a spark crackles. And the Prime is smiling a hideous not-smile.
"I look forward to having you again," he rumbles, half mechanically.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Oct 9, 2008 20:27:05 GMT -5
"You are a fool," Scourge replies, "to deny the power in names, Rodimus Prime." He pronounces the name as if claiming Rodimus Prime, marking him by writing his name on the air.
Scourge bellows in pain as the sword is twisted out of him, twisted by one by far more twisted than Scourge's internals now are.
Scourge drops to one knee, ever the black knight, to reclaim his sword. It is only with the help of that implement that he can manage to stand again, staggering upright. He is quite unable to transform - Rodimus Prime has rather ruined his transform linkages.
He holds up the torn-off face, looking through the optic-holes like a macabre mask. Scourge replies, head tilted to the side smugly, despite his grievous injuries, "I look forward to seeing how you're going to face the day."
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Oct 9, 2008 21:57:25 GMT -5
Rodimus stands before Scourge in the dark. For yes, it is dark now, the day's failing embers having finally gasped their dying breaths. He reaches forward to snatch his face away from Scourge, horrid grin still squirming on his features.
"I don't need to face the day. It's the night, and all things are laid open."
And with that, he turns to walk away.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Oct 10, 2008 18:44:57 GMT -5
Scourge lets Rodimus Prime reclaims his face. He probably needs it, and they allies for the moment. Funny that Rodimus Prime decided to call time right when Scourge tried to tear his head off.
He just mutters, "Yeah. Including all your facial machinery." That's certainly laid open, even if nothing else is.
Scourge staggers off towards Shockwave, clearly having trouble standing up or even maintaining consciousness. He does manage to keep himself proud and erect, through a sheer exertion of will.
He does so hope that Rodimus Prime walks over the sabotaged boardwalk and falls through it.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Oct 10, 2008 20:11:30 GMT -5
Doesn't! D'oh!
He's also out of thread.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Oct 10, 2008 22:56:47 GMT -5
Shockwave has watched the "sparring session" with great interest. It would seem that, letting alone the Prime's Burn you up, Burn you out attack, Rodimus and Scourge are almost evenly matched. The problem, of course, is that the Prime isn't likely to leave off using that attack. But when distracted, perhaps during battle....
He alights a short distance in front of Scourge, giving the tanker an appraising glance. "Impressive. The both of you." He does not offer to help Scourge; if the tanker falters, Shockwave will attend him where he falls. Not from any desire to see Scourge suffer, mind you, but because Shockwave understands the motivations of pride.
Once the tanker reaches him (or not) Shockwave says, "I will do what I can here, but we will need to to return to my temporary work space eventually."
OOC: Up to you if we rp out out any of the repairs, or drop it here.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Oct 13, 2008 20:06:44 GMT -5
Scourge curses as Rodimus Prime avoids falling.
He shoots a look at Shockwave that seems to say, I Know.
One foot in front of the other. Again. Again.
Finally, he reaches the ride where Shockwave was sitting, and he collapses against it, barely standing. His torso would very much like to detach from his pelvis, and Scourge does not approve.
OOC: I'd really like to RP out the repairs, but given how busy I am with homework... I don't know.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Oct 13, 2008 22:32:47 GMT -5
When Scourge reaches him, Shockwave holds up a torch and finally gets a good look at the tanker's damages. One of his headfins flicks back; this will take time to repair. And needs to be done in a more proper setting. A pity returning to base at the moment is out of the question.
Scourge's torso is shredded, threatening to sheer off at any moment. Without warning, he reaches in with his needles, rapidly flicking off pain sensors.
"I am afraid I can not indulge your pride any longer," Shockwave says, "And I will not be working on you here, after all."
That said, Shockwave picks up Scourge, easily cradling the tanker in his arms. Unless Scourge puts up some mighty protests, Shockwave will take off with the tanker back to his workspace.
Manipulating and picking up of Scourge ok'd by player
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Post by Sable Conolly on Oct 14, 2008 10:16:56 GMT -5
Suddenly, the pain is gone, and Scourge feels perhaps better than he should. Pain is there for a reason - to prevent him from doing too many stupid things.
Scourge flails and sulks as Shockwave cradles him, making the protest that he must to satisfy his demon pride, but it quickly dawns on him that struggling isn't going to get him anywhere, and he slackens sullenly.
He argues weakly, all the same, "I can walk."
Barely.
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