Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
|
Post by Duskwing on May 8, 2011 11:18:54 GMT -5
Month 1, Week 2, Day 6; Semi-private
Duskwing stood in the middle of his cabin, staring at two blank spots on the wall. Below the blank spots hung a strange knife, the blade made of a chain of curved metal shapes. He frowned, and looked around at the rest of the room: bare metal walls of purple metal, mostly empty shelves.
"It don't look right. Room needs more stuff," he said. "Got a good deal from Swindle on Springer's rifle and the other sword, but it don't look right wit'out dem."
The dark blue and purple Seeker turned his head to briefly glance at his roommates. "We oughta have some souvenirs!"
|
|
|
Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on May 9, 2011 12:58:47 GMT -5
Rampage barely glances up from the datapad he's perusing, stretched out lazily on his berth during his off time. He must admit, he much prefers it when his off time doesn't coincide with that of his roommates. However, he is quite used to dealing with imbeciles, and at least Duskwing doesn't have delusions of commanding him, unlike a certain red ant.
Dryly, he replies, "I'll be sure to tear something off the next enemy I encounter for you."
|
|
Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
|
Post by Duskwing on May 9, 2011 15:11:39 GMT -5
Just be thankful that your moronic roommate is Duskwing and not Lugnut. How much difference is there between "For the Royalty!" and "For the Glooory of Megatron!"? Duskwing is also one of those Marvel G1 guys with a braincore and no spark.
Duskwing's face just brightens up at Rampage's offer. "Really? Dat would be cool--" then he frowns. "Nah, it wouldn't be my trophy, that I got myself, see? Like Springer's rifle--I grabbed that offa him, dat time we tried to rescue Moto's little crazy dino-chick. He shot me clean through the head! An' the dinogirl rearranged Blitz's face wit' a flamin' hammer, where the slag she got dat from I dunno. On the other hand, you could hang it on your piece of the wall. Make dis room not so dull, see?"
"Dis knife, I looted from the Bot ship when we raided it by Pzz-Zazz. Ac--act--uh, really I got two, but I sold the other to Swindle, see? Kinda wish I'd got a chunk of dat Bot inside-out jet guy for the wall, but I was kinda shot up and didn't have enough arms to pick up spare parts, see?"
Rampage may or may not recognize the "knife"; it's one of Dinobot's swords.
|
|
Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
Posts: 388
|
Post by Slugslinger on May 9, 2011 20:27:18 GMT -5
Slugslinger doesn't even look up from his game. He's supposed to destroy the enemy fortifications with as few of his little suicide squad as possible, according to the rules, but he's having plenty of fun throwing in every trooper he has to completely demolish everything in his path. Another tower falls in a spectacular tumble of stone and glass, accompanied by the raucous sound effects, and he snickers.
Then Duskwing's suggestion sinks in, he catches up on the conversation, and he frowns.
"I'd have Skyblast's spear if the stupid thing hadn't gone poof on me!" he grumbles, helpfully pantomiming how the weapon vanished in a puff of energon vapour by pinching all his fingertips together, then spreading his hand out in a quick burst. He expected that, really, but he still has to look annoyed.
|
|
|
Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on May 11, 2011 19:53:54 GMT -5
Rampage makes several uninterested noises as Duskwing speaks, attempting to use the 'ignore it and maybe it'll disappear tactic' on his roommate. However, he does looks up from his datapad to give 'dis knife' a pointed look.
"That isn't exactly your trophy either, unless you're in the habit of claiming trophies of things you stole while their owners were otherwise occupied." Fighting Rampage, in Dinobot's case. What next, Duskwing mounting on the wall the ener-pie he stole off somebody's windowsill while their back was turned?
He really shouldn't be getting annoyed about what Duskwing considers a trophy, though. Meaningless frivolities. But then, Duskwing frequently has that effect on people.
|
|
Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
|
Post by Duskwing on May 11, 2011 20:17:09 GMT -5
"Slag, dat sucks diesel fumes." He squints at Slugslinger's game. "Can you have a giant monster eat the fort in that one? 'Cause dat would be neat."
Then Rampage speaks up, and tries to be a killjoy. Duskwing frowns at the little crabformer and points a finger at him, poking the air for emphasis as he says, "I just tole you it was loot. From the Bot ship. From the raid. You deaf or something? I don't see no loot or trophies of yours."
Because everyone knows that raid loot has much better stats than anything you can get solo.
The dark blue jetformer continues to frown at the wall. "Hey, Slug! We oughta find some sou--sou--souvenirs, yeah, that's the word--for this place. Can't fight no bots 'til we get somewhere, but maybe we got some dead ones from the rocks or something. See, if you find some parts dat remind you of somebody back home, we could bring 'em back here and hang 'em up. Whaddya think?"
|
|
Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
Posts: 388
|
Post by Slugslinger on May 12, 2011 10:25:56 GMT -5
"Nope," says Slugslinger as if the lack of fortress-devouring monsters is an utter tragedy, but he immediately brightens as he goes on, "but some of the little dudes can drop grenades or blow themselves up for extra damage!" He happily demonstrates with one such self-detonating attacker, who obliterates a good third of the small outpost currently under siege. He snickers in malicious glee at the results before continuing the discussion on loot. "Guess we could," he murmurs. He has no actual objections to rifling the dead for trinkets; it just sounds like less fun than beating a living target and ripping stuff off him.
He doesn't even dignify Rampage with an acknowledgement, but he and the crab seem to share a mutual apathy. They share a room and that's the extent of their involvement for Slugslinger.
|
|
|
Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on May 13, 2011 12:01:35 GMT -5
Rampage indeed has little more interest in Slugslinger than Slugslinger has in him. He has more intriguing people to waste his attention on. Like empathic motorbikes.
Though at the moment he's wasting attention on Duskwing, for all that the Seeker really doesn't deserve it. He gives Duskwing a look, like he wishes that the black hole that so obviously takes the place of Duskwing's processors would just devour his head from the inside-out already. "I prefer to leave souvenirs than to take meaningless trifles from battles I'm perfectly capable of remembering on my own."
He left entire colonies of dead people for Depth Charge!
Rampage snorts at Duskwing's idea of looting dead Autobot arrivals. He's not morally opposed, clearly, he just thinks the idea is stupid. Though it has been such a long time since he's had a chance to do creative things with corpses. But it's just not the same when you didn't kill them yourself.
|
|
Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
|
Post by Duskwing on May 13, 2011 13:15:43 GMT -5
Duskwing watches the game over Slugslinger's shoulder (and wings, guns, etc). "Whoa, cool! Dat's even more fun than my dorfs. But can your guys build lava rivers and make 'em flow into the enemy forts?"
Reading Slugslinger's lack of serious enthusiam for his plan as a craving for real combat, "Yeah, it ain't as much fun as a real strike, but we is stuck on dis ship wit' no Bots to blow up, an' dis room needs stuff. An' I'm bored, so I figure, what the frag, we can make some fun and get stuff."
Duskwing has just told Slugslinger that he's bored. Has anyone noticed his habitually poor judgment?
Rampage gets a blank stare of confusion. "Wha? Whaddaya mean, you leave souvenirs? Don't you run out of souvenirs dat way?"
|
|
Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
Posts: 388
|
Post by Slugslinger on May 13, 2011 14:05:53 GMT -5
This attacker – Slugslinger launches them all from a catapult – launches flechettes mid-fight for a wider damage spread, which he happily demonstrates for Duskwing while the other jet watches.
"Nope! But check this out," he adds, sending in a little guy wearing a jetpack. On command, the kamikaze fires his jetpack so he blasts through the wall with twice the speed and force of his initial flight. It does play a little havoc with his trajectory, though; he flies at a shallower angle once he hits the gas. Slugslinger takes care not to compensate so that the launch is botched and he curses for effect when his jet-powered living wrecking ball misses the target and smashes ineffectively into a metal beam. "I always forget about that," he grouses.
Duskwing is bored. This is promising. Idly, projecting a look of utter confusion, Slugslinger looks up from his game and stares at the far wall. Inwardly, he's rolling on the floor and laughing so hard he might just rupture something.
"…Who's watching the morgue this shift, anyway?" he wonders. His tone practically screams 'not that it matters since we're raiding whether he likes it or not'.
|
|
|
Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on May 13, 2011 19:09:58 GMT -5
Rampage can't help but chuckle at the idea of running out of the sort of souvenirs he offers. "Hardly," he replies, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Generosity is the gift that keep on giving."
He has absolutely no interest in whatever nonsense game his roommates are rambling about, preferring to return to panning through his datapad - morbid poetry is much more interesting - but he does glance up at the large swell of amusement he can feel coming off of Slugslinger. His expression doesn't match what his mind is projecting and Rampage's optics narrow.
It's nothing new. People are emotionally dishonest all the time. However, this particular moment of dishonesty may spell trouble for Duskwing and that is something that perks Rampage's interest, just a little. He turns his attention from his poetry to listen to what the idiot and his 'friend' are planning.
|
|
Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
|
Post by Duskwing on May 16, 2011 18:16:23 GMT -5
"Huh." Duskwing gives Rampage a look of continuing incomprehension, then shrugs and turns back to Slugslinger.
"Do we even got a morgue watch? I think dey just lock it up so people don't steal parts." The dark blue Seeker gives Slugslinger his best 'What would I know about that, I'm just a factory-fresh innocent' look. Yes, Duskwing is bored, and wants do do something. Preferably something that benefits him, personally.
|
|
Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
Posts: 388
|
Post by Slugslinger on May 19, 2011 8:26:40 GMT -5
"Well, that makes it almost too easy," Slugslinger declares. A tower crumbles but fails to take out the structure behind it and he mutters angrily at it – and privately, at physics for failing him. "Lemme finish my game first," he adds irritably, restarting the level. "S'just this one left anyway." He needs a couple of minutes to decide how Duskwing will be the only one taking the fall for this.
His first catapult jockey clips the tower more steeply than he'd have preferred, but he holds off a moment to see how it will topple. The less ammunition he wastes, the higher his score, and he does so want a nice, fat high score.
"I kinda get what crabcakes means," he says in distracted fashion. "I think."
|
|
|
Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on May 20, 2011 19:28:24 GMT -5
Rampage resists the urge to smack a palm again his face. Why does he even try conversing with Duskwing? No doubt he loses some percentage of his processing power every time he does. Let Slugslinger try and explain what he thinks Rampage means if he wishes. This crab is going back to ignoring the duo - or pretending he is, anyway.
With his eyes fixed on his datapad, he continues to listen in on the conversation, paying particular attention to whether or not Slugslinger outward emotions match his inner ones.
OOC: Skippable.
|
|
Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
|
Post by Duskwing on May 20, 2011 20:22:46 GMT -5
Duskwing peers over Slugslinger's shoulder at his game. "Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Hey, what about that guy?"
The dark blue and purple Seeker points at a random figure on Slugslinger's side. "He ain't doin' nothin." This may or may not be true; Duskwing does not play this game and doesn't know the functions of each unit.
"Crabcakes?" Duskwing turns to stare at Rampage briefly. "Heh. Good tag. I like it. Crabcakes." He snickers.
|
|