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Post by Rattrap on Feb 16, 2009 21:57:10 GMT -5
"Nah," Rattrap answers Ramulus, eyeing the bigger Maximal. Tall, grouchy, and with a mouth full of razors. Hasn't he danced this tango before? "Nevah did like needles." He glances back to Mayday, making a dismayed face at the flailing and squealing.
Oh, how can he resist?
"But I don't bite," he declares conversationally. "Much."
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Post by Ramulus on Feb 17, 2009 18:20:05 GMT -5
"Airborne? No! And the frag would you be transforming into an animal? You're a, a... " Ramulus is not entirely out whether it's a bike or a trike here but he notices Rattrap looking him over. About to snap, cause he wouldn't be needing much for it, a memory bank decides to alert him to something interesting.
Oh, oh, Oh! Sending both of them a wicked, and slightly evil, grin, Ramulus shrugs casually, "Don't worry yourself about being close to us, little Autobot.... It's not unusual for vehicles to mix with animals" Every word in that is loaded with humor.
Yes, he said 'unusual'. Because on the timestream, Axalon crew had turned Transmetal a long while ago already. One day, the little pipsqueak's gonna be a rat with wheels.
----- Wait, TM and TM2 concepts were never mouthed in his dimension and they were far ahead of canon..... so how does he know what he is? He doesn't. He just calls everything not pure beast a Type Differentiation. Or a mutant, which would apply more to himself.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 17, 2009 19:31:58 GMT -5
"B-bite?! Nnyh! Fffh. Hrgh. Wh-?! Not unusual... Gnar! MIXING." Mayday's speech quickly deteriorates into even less intelligible syllables and noises, until he finally just settles into making a continuous, high-pitched 'eeeeee'. At the same time, his mad flailing and twitching comes to a halt as he freezes completely still, face locked in an expression of confused horror.
Okay, peak of madness reached, time to reboot the processors and reinstate logic. Now, what did the nice, freakish animal-machine hybrid say? A) Not airborne. B) Expressing confusion as to why Mayday would think he would be transforming into an animal. Okay, what conclusion can be drawn from these reactions, hmm?
Mayday suddenly relaxes, assuming a hunched-over posture with his arms drawn up close to his chest. Giving the others an unamused frown, he states: "It's not contagious, is it."
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 17, 2009 22:19:52 GMT -5
Rattrap was, presumably, a vehicle before he had to adapt to life planetside. Not that the two ever mixed, and he gives Ramulus a suspicious arched-brow look on that one. What is this big lug getting at?
Eh. Ask him later. The spy turns to Mayday instead.
"There's nothin' ta be contagious," he says, being nice enough to forgo the eye-rolling. "You done tryin' ta blow a gasket now? 'Cause it looks pretty unhealthy if you ask me." Not that anyone did, but he never let that stop him.
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Post by Ramulus on Feb 18, 2009 17:24:18 GMT -5
Rattrap might ask, but will he get answers, or just more questions?
Mayday gets the point though, Ramulus is pleased! He would pat the guy on the shoulder but a. he'd probably be too rough, and b. Mayday might comatize on the stress it would cause. If he did such a thing, would someone get angry with him?
"No, it isn't. Now if no-one's being threatened out here, I'll be on my way" With that, he nods to the both of them and transforms.
--- Removing himself from thread if no-one's stopping him.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 18, 2009 20:52:18 GMT -5
"Hey! A healthy dose of paranoia is perfectly, uh, healthy!" Mayday says shrilly. Defensive, much?
Attention flips to Ramulus. "Er, okay. Seeya, uh, whoever-you-are." He waves half-heartedly at Ramulus. "It was nnn- nnni-... Well, goodbye. Ehehe."
Well, he still has no idea what's up with that monstrous hybrid of machine and mammal, but who is he to stop him from increasing the distance in between them with more questions that aren't especially important?
Right. Um, now what? Hey, maybe you should figure out who the guy you just freaked out over is! Introductions, people make those.
"Um, hi," he says to Rattrap, "I'm Mayday. And you are...?" Yeah, this is kind of awkward. He scuffs his feet and scratches the back of his head. "Maaaybe I should just, uh, go. Place." Smoooth! Mental facepalm.
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 19, 2009 21:10:02 GMT -5
Oh, Rattrap is in full support of a healthy dose of paranoia; it's saved his skidplate more than once over the mega-cycles.
"If dat's healthy," he snorts, "I'm a Maximal Elder." It'd be a nice pay rate, sure, but they'd sack him inside a deca-cycle. Not worth the time.
He waves a farewell to Ramulus – don't think you're off the hook, tall dark and asymmetrical, you're getting grilled later – then clears his 'throat' and rests both fists on his hips, grinning, chest thrust out slightly.
"Da name's Rattrap. Master spy and demolitions expert." Might as well give the flailing knucklehead one more try.
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Post by Ramulus on Feb 20, 2009 5:38:12 GMT -5
Looking forward to it.
"Now where are my manners.... ..." '....er right, don't really have them'. But perhaps he should leave his name just to play nice, if only not to be remembered as just the freak (....to late....). Look! This brand can walk away and give his designation simultaneously! "Ramulus" And with that, he turns and leaves the two to their merry little ways.
Out of thread
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 20, 2009 18:20:02 GMT -5
Mayday stays silent for a moment, watching Ramulus's departure with wide optics before snapping his attention back to Rattrap.
"Uh, hi, Rattrap! I'm Mayday- erk." Yeah, already said that. Try again. He follows up with a shrill, "I like ships!" Voice dropping back to normal, he continues: "I mean spaceships. Right. I, um, I build spaceships. And fly them. And design them. Good ships! Ship ships..."
Ah, good old spaceships. Like, say, his beautiful Perdition! With her sterile rooms, and state-of-the-art computer system, and seriously overpowered but surprisingly efficient engines, and cloaking device...
His bottom lip begins to tremble, and suddenly he throws back his head and wails, "I MISS MY SHIIIIIP!"
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 20, 2009 22:49:29 GMT -5
Rattrap grimaces dramatically at the unexpected waterworks and takes several steps back. Mayday is just a little too close to the quirky end of the spectrum right about now, even for him. Where do the Autobots keep getting these wonderful characters?
"Ehh… how 'bout you build us a new one and get us off dis rock?" he suggests. Distraction! Distractions are good!
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 21, 2009 15:20:05 GMT -5
"WHYYYYY- Eh? Build a new one?" Mayday's arms drop from shaking his fists dramatically at the ceiling, on hand finding it's way to the chin guard of his helmet. "Well, I mean, well... Well I could. I mean, I'd need supplies. Lots of supplies. And that would probably involve going up there." Shudder. "BUT A SHIP. A ship could be worth braving the horrors of the plant-life and stuff and-"
His babbling cuts off suddenly as a thought occurs to him based on some of that stuff about things that he actually remembers. "Wait, wait, wait, there are how many of 'us' on 'dis rock' again?"
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 21, 2009 23:10:45 GMT -5
…Come to think of it, just how many Autobots and Maximals are here?
"Well," says Rattrap, shrugging, "I ain't on the welcoming committee, so I don't have an exact count." Not that he's oblivious to the crew complement; he's the second-in-command of intel and a sneaky rat to boot. Wouldn't be very smart of him to have no idea who's in the group and who isn't. Wouldn't be very smart to just blurt out a hard number, either. Can't be too careful. But who knows when they might pick up more? "A few dozen, give or take a corpse here an' there. Plenty who can make supply runs."
Yes, Rattrap is trying to convince Mayday to work on a ship. Rattrap likes ships, too. Especially ships that get him off strange planets.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 22, 2009 9:27:02 GMT -5
"A few dozen, huh?" Mayday makes some quick calculations. "That's... that's kind of a lot. I mean, not a whole lot, but that's gonna need to be a pretty big ship. That could take awhile. But it would be so worth it," he says with a slight cackle, fingers a-wiggling, optic twitching slightly, and smirking like a man possessed. Focusing back on Rattrap his expression turns to one of hopeful puppy dog eyes and a sugary sweet smile. "Do you really think I could?"
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 22, 2009 16:41:47 GMT -5
Someone needs his mood circuits stabilised. Geeze.
"Ehh… dat's more a question fer the higher-ups, y'know?" Rattrap sort of waves a hand, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Over my head, like dat's hard ta do. But it can't hurt ta ask, right?" If it gets the guy doing something other than walking around wigging out over every Maximal he sees, it's a public service. Plus, it might just get the good guys a ship. Can't go wrong with a ship to fly.
…One of these bots is a pilot, right?
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 23, 2009 19:57:14 GMT -5
"Right. Ask!" For a moment Mayday looks full of enthusiasm, but it quickly passes into thoughtfulness.
"Ask?" Right, who's he supposed to ask again? Uh, higher-ups, higher-ups, he should know the higher-ups... Oh right! That guy! In charge of that thing! Um, head engineering-y medical science whatnot guy. Named after a simple machine. Not Lever... oh, Wedge! He'll contact Wedge! Decision reached, enthusiasm reinstates itself!
Only to replaced by nervousness. "Aaask." Okay, think carefully before before speaking and consider how not to make yourself sound completely crazy to a superior officer who holds the key to ship or no-ship in his servos! Thought about it a little? Now go!
Sending his query out to Wedge, Mayday stands proud with his accomplishment of... having talked to someone. "Ask!"
Then he remembers Rattrap is probably watching him, and hunches up, twiddling his fingers with embarrassment. "Er, right."
Hey, this here's a pilot standing right in front of you! Reassuring, no?
OOC: Did you want to wrap up this thread in the next couple of posts?
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