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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 12, 2009 20:03:07 GMT -5
Small Plots Day 5
No matter how hard Mayday glares at the nasty, grimy tunnel wall it refuses to transform from its nasty, grimy tunnel-ness into the gorgeous, sterile walls of his darling ship from which he was so suddenly torn. Apparently his teleportation skills remain nonexistent, and so he remains in this horrible gloomy pit of filthy, uh, filth, on this insane planet that makes no sense. Why must the universe be so cruel?
"I hate you," he mutters half-heartedly at the wall. "You are foul and loathsome." But at least it's devoid of - shudder - organics. Better to be down here in the awful tunnels, he supposes, than up there with plants and animals and such things that give him the willies. "Yeugh."
With a sigh, Mayday leaves the wall alone and continues on his way to... somewhere. Anywhere? He doesn't exactly have anywhere to be at the moment other than 'away from injured 'Bots'. To aimless wandering it is then!
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 12, 2009 20:57:13 GMT -5
From somewhere near the tunnel floor and a few meters ahead of Mayday, a voice that sounds like it belongs in every way to that large and grimy grey rat with his beady little black eyes fixed on the much larger Autobot pipes up, smug and smooth as oil.
"I'll give ya points fer effort," Rattrap snorts, "but ya lack a certain creativity." Dinobot was a stick in the mud and he still managed!
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 12, 2009 21:25:50 GMT -5
Mayday looks to the source of the voice, and promptly freezes in his tracks. His optics widen. His mouth opens in a silent scream. One arm rises up to point in accusing horror at this terrifying - and grimy - apparition that has appeared before him.
And then he proceeds to let out a piercing shriek that would put little girls to shame, spin around to run, trip, and fall flat on his face. Quickly recovering, he flips himself over, grabs the first object on his person to come to hand, and points it at the offending rodent.
"Nnygh! Stay back, you organic monstrosity, or face the wrath of my, uh," he takes a glance at his mighty weapon, "...dust remover?"
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 12, 2009 22:53:42 GMT -5
Oh, now this is just precious. And by precious, Rattrap means kinda pathetic.
"I'm absolutely petrified," he quips insincerely, standing up on his hind feet and peering hard at the quaking Mayday threatening him with a cleaning tool. He's had worse pointed at him. There was that time the site boss hit him with the pressure washer, for one. He's never been called a monster before, though. At least not to his face. "But I ain't organic, kid. Technically speakin'." He waves one forepaw in a lopsided shrug. "It's a little complicated and I can tell I don't need ta strain yer circuits any more."
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 13, 2009 7:52:11 GMT -5
"You- whjh- nuh- huh?" Mayday splutters, staring at Rattrap in confusion.
Shaking his head, he forces his processors back into functioning, and stands up, brushing himself off. Ew, dirt.
He fixes Rattrap with a suspicious glare, and proceeds to shuffle back several meters. "Well, excuse me if I don't automatically believe you, Mister Technically-ain't-organic, but you look pretty hairy and squishy to me. Like, y'know, an organic."
Seeing as he already has it out, he puts the dust remover to good use. Though he's not taking his optics off the icky rodent.
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 14, 2009 0:08:30 GMT -5
"Oh, well," says Rattrap with a look of wide-eyed surprise, forelegs stretched to either side, "in dat case, lemme freshen up. Rattrap, Maximise." And the dirty rat splits to reveal a slightly less messy little robot who plants his hands on his hips and watches Mayday, one brow arched high. "How long have you been here, exactly?" Sure, the Maximals tend toward the small side, but it can't be that hard to miss the talking animals that hang around.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 14, 2009 9:14:29 GMT -5
Mayday almost drops his can in surprise as Rattrap transforms.
"YOU! You. You're a Transformer." A Transformer who transformed from an animal. Why would you have an organic as an alternate mode? That's just, just... yeugh! Looking thoroughly weirded out, he asks in a shrill voice: "What is wrong with you?"
"Er, um." His voice drops back to normal. "How long have I been here, huh?"
He really hasn't been here long, in this abysmal, dirty place, the tunnels surrounded by malicious, creeping organic life, trapped with a motley group of people of questionable health and cleanliness.
One of his optics twitches. "Too long."
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 14, 2009 18:06:02 GMT -5
What's wrong with Rattrap? He just smirks and chuckles in lieu of telling Mayday that he doesn't really wanna know.
"Yeah, I'm a Transformer. So's Airazor. And ya got my sympathies there," he says instead, lifting one hand. "I'll take Cybertron over dis place before you can say Praxus." Heck, he'd even take Earth. The other Maximals are gonna need Rattrap around to save their behinds more than once, but he's stuck here. "But dat ain't any excuse ta miss orientation." At the rate things are going, these guys need him, too.
Scrap like this is why he gave up dating two chicks at once.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 14, 2009 20:12:56 GMT -5
"Hey, I know stuff. About things. About this place.," Mayday says, and no he isn't whining, whatever gave you that impression?
Though perhaps he wasn't paying as much attention as he should have when he was being told said stuff about things, what with being distracted by the "Aah, freaky planet, aah!" and "No, my ship, noo" and "I wonder if this dude's had his anti-virus software updated recently" and "Oh slag what is that is that a fungus" going on in his head at the time. Hm.
"...No but seriously, why do you transform into an organic? That is all kinds of gross."
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 14, 2009 21:26:55 GMT -5
"Ehh…." Rattrap waves his free hand, flicking his fingers; there's no database any more, so if that information was even listed – he can't quite recollect at the moment – it might've gotten lost. Can't blame this guy for that.
Even if he is something of a nutcase.
"Long story," Rattrap declares. "Short version, we needed the skins ta keep from, y'know, dyin' painful deaths from energon surge."
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Post by Ramulus on Feb 15, 2009 6:14:49 GMT -5
“What is going on in here? Who's making all that fraggin' noise?” Gruffness fills the air in a 'what needs wrecking' kind of tone.
He's currently quadruped, larger than Rattrap, and is a complete chaotic hybridist mix of metal and fur and hooves and skin.
Ramulus, much like the other Beast Warriors, roams around more Beast than Bot, as far as that's possible. “Rattrap!” right, that leaves only one candidate for the shriek that tore through several layers of space.... He promptly turns to Mayday. “Autobot, Explain yourself!”
Poor Mayday, did you handle Rattrap's 'Type Original' well? Why, we wouldn't ever want to deny you your chance of learning all about Beast Warrior appearances.....
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 15, 2009 9:29:29 GMT -5
Mayday mulls overs that for a moment, with an expression of dull digust. "...I would choose death."
Then someone that he hadn't noticed approaching speaks up and he lets out an undignified squeal of surprise. This is followed up by further horrified squealing as he sees the mix of robotic and organic bits in the newcomer.
"Aaah! It's contageous! Gyaaah!"
Cue flailing and scrambling further away.
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 15, 2009 23:26:27 GMT -5
I would choose death.
"And that," says Rattrap airily, "is what we in the business like ta call bein' a bonehead." Honestly, what sort of numbskull makes that choice? Rattrap will take survival over an agonising and humiliating death any solar cycle.
And here comes Dinobot's horny cousin! Rattrap pointedly ignores Mayday's histrionics – just sort of shaking his head and frowning – to toss Ramulus a casual greeting wave. Sure, the mash-up looks freaky, but at least Rattrap doesn't need to shriek like Tarantulas at the sight of him.
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Post by Ramulus on Feb 16, 2009 7:35:17 GMT -5
"Contagious?" Ramulus stares unmovingly at the flailing Mayday, ears twitching a bit in irritation. "....You're a noisy one, aren't ya?...." He comments, seriously pondering to smack the nervosity, "Maximise"
After the whirling and twisting of parts - which don't have the same cleanup-effect as RTs, Pan's1 mechanical rival flashes Rattrap a fangy grin in return, "Whether you've had your anti-viral shots yes or no?" Playing coy today? Wow, Ramulus can actually do that!
1. Ramulus's satyr mode in underground tunnels. Pan's Labyrinth!
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 16, 2009 17:41:54 GMT -5
Okay, so he probably wouldn't actually choose death if said horrible choice was presented to him. However, at the moment Mayday is too busy indulging in a mild fit of panic to respond to Rattrap's insult.
"Is it airborne?!" he asks, voice rising to a squeal. His hands flap about wildly, occasionally brushing invisible dirt off various body parts, and he bounces from foot to foot in one place. "I don't want to transform into an animal thingy!"
Of course, logic would dictate that if having an animal alt mode were at all contagious, let alone airborne, then he would have bumped into a lot more Transformers in various states of metamorphosis, instead of just one rat and one weird metallic ibex. Logic, however, is not home at the moment.
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