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Post by Needlenose on Feb 1, 2009 17:55:39 GMT -5
Day 2. Semi-private thread; please ask before joining.
It is the day after the big battle. Needlenose has somehow managed to make it back to base, but he's really only had the minimal repairs necessary to get him mostly operational, and even now, his wings are missing and he can't fly in vehicle mode (being able to fly as a robot but not a jet is weeeeeird. Sunbeam looks to be on his way to a full recovery, but he's currently on bed rest on his shelf. Zigzag is... off somewhere, trying not to be bored.
Needlenose is in medical. Generally, he tries to avoid this place to emphasize 'Mayhem, not medic.' However, right now Spinister is in here, and Spinister was badly injured by an insane Matrix bearer wielding tainted Matrix energies.
Funny how familiar that is.
And so Needlenose is here, fussing about the unconscious form of Spinister, trying to bring him to consciousness, and generally chasing off anyone who attempts to bother him.
"Come, come, darling," he murmurs softly to the helicoptor. "You can pull through. Don't keep me in suspense like this!"
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Post by Spinister on Feb 1, 2009 18:51:18 GMT -5
This Spinister was never shot with the Matrix by Thunderwing, but he kinda knows how it feels now.
In his mind, he struggles fitfully, alternating between comatose and wracked by nightmares. Outwardly, he is still, as if dead.
Singe and Hairsplitter sit on the floor, leaning against a leg of the repair berth, glum - they're privy to Spinister's nightmares, he's having one now. Dark dreams of chaos and light. Yet, through the link, distantly, he can hear what Singe and Hairsplitter hear.
Darling.
Darling?
What?
Spinister's optics flutter and flicker online.
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 1, 2009 19:25:46 GMT -5
As Spinister's optics flutter and flicker, Needlenose leans forward. He reaches around, attempting to grasp Spinister's hand, and coos out soothingly, "That's right... time to wake up! Your dear little Needlenose is waiting for you!"
Then he sighs, shakes his head, and his tone is less cooing, more serious. "Come on, Spinister... please, don't do this to me."
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Post by Spinister on Feb 1, 2009 20:06:05 GMT -5
Spinister is in no condition to move his hand out of the way. He feels feverish and entirely out of sorts, circuits tingling as if he was falling apart from within. There is nothing wrong with him, however - it's all in his head.
Then he sees Needlenose, and he feels better.
Meanwhile, Singe wants to vomit.
Spinister reaches up hand, to brush the backs of his knuckles against Needlenose's facemask, and he asks, "Did I get him?"
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 1, 2009 20:54:39 GMT -5
"Oh, boy, did you!" Needlenose nigh-on crows in response. "You set off quite the light show, from what I understand!" He cackles. "The Primes were facing off, a shot from no-where hit the alternate, a bunch of black flame exploded, and by the time anyone could see anything again, one Prime was dead and the other was all burnt!"
He reaches over and shakes Spinister on the shoulder. "Excellent job, boss!"
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Post by Spinister on Feb 1, 2009 21:15:47 GMT -5
So the shot didn't have enough energy to carry through one Prime into another. He didn't think it would. Disappointing, still. Spinister shrugs eloquently after Needlenose's assessment, and he murmurs, "Passable."
He runs an internal system diagnostic. Everything seems to be repaired, and a pang of worry hits him. His voice is cool, however, as he asks, "You did my repairs?"
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 1, 2009 21:57:23 GMT -5
Needlenose has no mouth. Despite this, he beams, sitting up straight and his seat, his antennae perked. If he had wings, they'd probably be held more upright, too. "That's right, I did!"
Then he leans forward, propping his head up on one elbow. "You could really use an internal make-over, too. Ugh. You know, the home-growned arts and crafts look is /totally/ expired. 'Custom built' isn't cool when it also says 'on the cheap,' you know!"
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Post by Spinister on Feb 1, 2009 22:09:33 GMT -5
Needlenose is a brilliant circuit designer. Needlenose is also easily distracted by Nintendo. Spinister is generally not thankful for the latter fact, but he is now. Needlenose stands a chance of deciphering Spinister's internal systems, if he ever starts thinking of them as anything but an unfashionable mess.
How to demur and not make it look like he's hiding something? Spinister notes, "We have more pressing matters."
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 1, 2009 22:19:38 GMT -5
"Oh, honey, nothing's more pressing than style!" Needlenose chides, but he leans back, looking down at Spinister.
"Besides, how would you know? You've been out for at least a day!"
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Post by Spinister on Feb 2, 2009 8:53:34 GMT -5
Singe has wandered off somewhere for some reason, but Hairsplitter is still here, and he notes, "Spinister has been out, but Singe and I have not."
Binary bonds are pretty useful for getting back up to speed.
Spinister stretches a bit and muses, "Repairs. Need to regroup. Revise strategy."
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 2, 2009 18:36:49 GMT -5
"We've been working on the repairs!" Needlenose exclaims, exasperated. "Well. Obviously not fast enough." Here, Needlenose wiggles. He would be wiggling his wings if he still had them, but they're not attached so he's really just wiggling his upper body to demonstrate his lack of wings.
"And regroup? Why? We're all here! We all made it back!" Then he pauses to think. "Well, okay, I think we might be down a blue jet or two, but I'm pretty sure they're the unimportant ones..."
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Post by Spinister on Feb 2, 2009 21:41:44 GMT -5
"I see," Spinister notes, narrowing his optics. He's touched that Needlenose saw to his own injuries before his own, but he would never give any indication.
He raises one hand to his forehead, as if he has a headache. There will be trouble coming for them. Shockwave is getting bolder, and the Mayhems - they keep the peace. Sometimes, that's backing the current boss. Sometimes, that's backing an upstart. Sometimes, it is spending the whole time in Vegas. it's a delicate matter, and he's not sure how much he can yet share with Needlenose. Needlenose is older than when Spinister knew him, not that scared little student anymore, but...
...but he's still a ditz who isn't sure who they're missing.
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 2, 2009 23:05:06 GMT -5
Needlenose almost absently reaches for Spinister's hand. If he can, he not only squeezes it, he lifts it towards his faceplate and nuzzles it. He pauses, looks around the room, then goes back to nuzzling Spinister's hand.
When he's sure they're alone, he asks, "So, how soon do you figure before ol' one-eye puts in his bid for top spot?"
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Post by Spinister on Feb 2, 2009 23:41:10 GMT -5
Spinister stops and stares, and his hand is easily grabbed and nuzzled.
He sees why his future self loves Needlenose.
Spinister tries to sit up a bit, scooting over to make room for Needlenose if he'd like to sit down. He murmurs lowly, "Who do you think gave the order for that shot?"
Not Starscream, hmm?
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 3, 2009 23:32:09 GMT -5
Needlenose's antennae fall flat against his helm.
"Oh, so it's him we have to thank for your current state," he notes, making a faint sniffing noise. Then he sighs. "I suppose it makes sense, though. Not everyone has any amount of tainted-Matrix experience."
Needlenose then perks up. "But hey, you've got a Prime notch for your gun!" He glances down at Hairsplitter, then adds quickly, "I'm not meaning literal, of course." Then he looks back up at Needlenose. "Not many can say that, you know!"
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