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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Feb 1, 2009 17:35:06 GMT -5
The ceiling rips open, and Bambi falls down, hard onto her pile of tables and chairs and cabinets. The Dinobot shakes herself, gets back up to her feet. She puts the hammer away and leaps again, grasping the edge of the hole and moving to pull herself up, onto the roof.
She calls down, "We torch this place when we get away."
Forget science. This is survival.
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Post by Motormaster on Feb 9, 2009 22:08:21 GMT -5
More claws scrabble at the edge of the hole below, and Motormaster brings both of his arm-guns to bear. He's going for spray-and-pray right now, because there's too many things that need hitting in too little time for him to aim properly.
While he shoots, he backs towards the hole in the ceiling, aware of it and Bambi. Once below, his shots click off, and he jumps upwards.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Feb 10, 2009 13:19:14 GMT -5
Bambi, by now scrambled onto the roof, is starting to rethink her plan of 'torch the place'. It was raining when they arrived. It is still drizzling. Also, metal and concrete scientific complexes do not burn well.
Metal does conduct well, though, and Motormaster seems to have some electrical generation powers.
Hmm.
She grabs at his hand he jumps, again digging her heels in - Darwin, but she's going to be sore when the metal fatigue sets in, and she asks, "Peak voltage?"
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Post by Motormaster on Feb 15, 2009 14:32:46 GMT -5
Peak voltage is more than enough, as the number Motormaster gives her attests.
With the help of the Dinobot, he scrambles onto the roof then takes a few potshots at any possible stair-building debris in the room.
"Why?"
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Feb 15, 2009 16:19:30 GMT -5
A weary and aching Bambi tries to climb up Motormaster, intent on sitting on his head, or failing that, on one of his shoulders. She explains, "Light place up. Shock hearts. Stop hearts. Win."
Clearly, on top of his head is the best place to avoid getting also zapped, since he doesn't zap himself with his powers.
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Post by Motormaster on Feb 18, 2009 20:07:36 GMT -5
"Yeah, sounds good." Motormaster draws his halberd from subspace. Rain pelts him, turning everything outside the building into blurs. Cold, wet blurs.
Instead he focuses on what he can see through the fog into the hole in the building where the monsters swarm in.
He twists the copper rings on his halberd-staff. "So how you want 'em done, little sister? Rare, medium, crispy-fried to a crackly crunch?"
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Feb 18, 2009 22:13:45 GMT -5
Bambi, in robot mode, perches on Motormaster's head like a very strange hat, and she shouts, with just a tinge of glee, "Extra crispy!"
Lightning is exciting!
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Post by Motormaster on Feb 23, 2009 0:32:35 GMT -5
Lightning crackles along the halberd, igniting between one breath and the next. It flows and swarms, barely contained and wanting out.
Wind and rain lash at Motormaster and his Dinobot-hat, exciting the lightning, making it wild. He laughs and brings it slashing down.
Lightning explodes from the halberd, only barely guided by the black truck's will to find the metal in the building. It finds the conductors, though, flashes through the complex in a single devastating moment. Massive amounts of electricity strike into the monsters, scorching flesh, interrupting hearts, leaving so much smoking meat behind.
Motormaster laughs.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Feb 24, 2009 15:41:56 GMT -5
Violet afterimages dance across Bambi's vision, long after the lightning is gone.
Motormaster has been useful here, but a small, buried part of her wonders about him doing the same thing to a building full of humans. Would she really be okay with that?
The rain is picking up, and Bambi wonders if Gillanan III has a flood season...
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Post by Motormaster on Feb 26, 2009 15:42:18 GMT -5
Motormaster cocks his head, listening. Do any hearts still beat?
The pounding rain deafens him too much. He scowls and smashes the butt of his halberd-staff into the roof. "Too loud," he grumbles. "Can't tell if any of them are still alive."
He lowers himself to sit on the roof, one leg dangling through the hole. The halberd gets lain across his lap, one hand still holding it tightly while he tries to push away the thirsty feeling in his mind. Low-fuel warning.
"We need to move."
With the increasing fury of the rain and the fact that this site was chosen because no one built here (because it was a flood plain)? Yes, yes, they do.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Feb 26, 2009 21:27:07 GMT -5
Even Bambi's keen senses cannot tell her if her thunder god has won the day for her or only stayed the tide, Neptune ready to let loose another wave at any moment. Gods are capricious.
She slowly clambers down Motormaster, and she transforms, back to her dinosaur form, now that her warhammer isn't need to tear holes open in the ceiling.
Bambi nods, and she starts to prowl the rim of the roof, looking for a good place to jump down.
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Post by Motormaster on Feb 27, 2009 18:58:47 GMT -5
It's a two-story building. Bambi could probably jump off at her leisure.
Motormaster turns his face up to the rain, enjoying the feel of droplets pitter-pattering against metal. "Now what, little sister?"
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Feb 27, 2009 22:28:04 GMT -5
Bambi's rambunctiousness sometimes does not quite catch up with her analytical mind. Landing in a spike pit would be bad, and spike pits are all over!
Or maybe just in the hidden temples where she usually hangs out.
Her tail swishes uncertainly. Meteorology is not her field, but... "...need high ground. Higher than this."
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Post by Motormaster on Mar 6, 2009 18:43:41 GMT -5
"Yeah?"
Motormaster stands and thrums, then cocks his head as his sensors report back. The rain dulls much of it, but...
"Some hills to the northish," he says, pointing. "That do you?"
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Mar 7, 2009 21:35:26 GMT -5
"Good enough."
Bambi can hear Motormaster when he's echo-locating. He'll never be able to sneak up on her, she thinks.
The rains beats down, pounding her armour, and the wind howls and whips, threatening to shove her off the roof, whether she wants to jump or not.
Not to be bullied by the weather, she takes a running leap off the roof and dives - the descendants of the cousins of her beast mode template would fly, but not her - and isn't the water level down there rising rather quickly?
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