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Post by Brawl on Mar 13, 2011 19:59:52 GMT -5
"I'm great now that you two showed up!" Brawl gushes, dropping Vortex. "Yeah, you missed a heckuva scrap! We blew up the bridge of the Autobot mothership, then I was fightin' Grimlock. Woulda had the fragger, too, if numbnodes here hadn't wandered into my line of fire," he says, jerking a thumb at Assault. It's like the truth.
"You 'n' Blast Off show up together or separate?"
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 14, 2011 16:54:40 GMT -5
His first reaction to Brawl's little story is simple: an epic facepalm, followed by a weary sigh. "Brawl, when it comes to relaying tales of battlefield, you truly are the undefeated champion." The dry tone probably means that he doesn't mean it. "Howeverrr, I am quite upset that you did not include the part where you were picked up by the metal beast and wielded as a blunt instrument person upon my person." Nope. Definitely does not mean it.
"Now drop poor Vortex before you burst something vital with the intensity your joy."
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Post by Blast Off on Mar 18, 2011 10:30:40 GMT -5
OOC: I am making the assumption that Blast Off and Vortex arrived at different places on Gillanan III on different days, but whoever is in charge back there decided to bundle them together and ship them off to Brawl. If that is not okay, let me know, and I will edit.
Blast Off reports coolly, "Different times. Different places. However, it is obvious that Combaticons belong only one place: the front lines, and there we shall soon be. There will be other battles, Vortex."
He observes Assault's weariness. Interesting that he doesn't rise to Brawl's bait in agitation. Affront would be a waste of time in so minor an endeavour, of course, but there are some who tilt at every petty windmill of a quarrel and quite exhaust themselves.
Brawl and Vortex's reunion is both touching and sickening. They are of a kind in history and reality, perhaps. They certainly are not Blast Off's natural kin. Three Combaticons, and Blast Off is still alone.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Mar 19, 2011 15:16:35 GMT -5
OOC: That's fine!
Oooh, but Blast Off won’t be feeling lonely for very long if Vortex had is very, very obnoxious way. Not very long at all. It’s probably a good thing he’s having a mushy reunion with Brawl.
The heli is dropped! Well, ‘dropped’ since the gravity is off, so he just takes a moment to flounder around uselessly before settling on the ceiling. “Jeeze,” he mutters woozily, checking himself over for dents. “I know you’re an affectionate sorta mech, Brawl, but I seriously didn’t need ya imprinted on me!” Any misgivings he might’ve developed over swapping paints with the tank are immediately overridden when the two start talking about their little adventure.
Mostly because he laughing at them. “I guess that’s one way a’ beatin’ people up!” he hoots, rotors spinning up in mirth as he grabs whatever handhold was available before swinging off his perch and totally stealing Brawl’s chair. “Man, ‘f I miss another battle like that, I’m gonna hafta slowly kill someone. Giddyap Blasty!”
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Post by Brawl on Mar 19, 2011 19:32:20 GMT -5
"I was gettin' to that part!" Brawl insists angrily to Assault. "I just figured Vortex and Blast Off would want to hear the good parts first." You know, the made-up ones.
"I ain't affectionate," he grumbles, upset at the perceived slight to his machoness. "I'm just glad to see you, is all. I'll kick your tail boom later, ya sadistic wimp."
The tankformer pulls himself over to the window via some convenient handholds to look at the view, since Vortex stole his seat. It's still just white dots on a black background though. Boring.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 19, 2011 20:12:10 GMT -5
At Brawl's insistence, the Seeker just quirks an eyebrow in sheer disbelief. Really, does he even need to say anything to that? Of course not! "You mean the parts that involved your considerable imagination?" Of course, that last comment was quite worth the effort.
Ah! Blast Off may be from a different reality then Brawl and Vortex, but it seems that he is still a Combaticon none the less. It makes the faintest hint of a smile appear on Asssault's face, but it is gone as quickly as it came. "Blast Off, indulge my curiosity and give me an ETA of our rendez-vous with Ship."
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Post by Blast Off on Mar 20, 2011 22:48:06 GMT -5
"Considering that I had to slow down to pick you two up and the inertial transfer, three days," Blast Off reports crisply. No, he isn't going to complain about dumping weight. That would be silly. The problem is accelerating a mass to a certain velocity takes energy, and he now contains more mass than prior, and moreover, as his velocity increases, his mass will also increase. Travel at high speeds is weird.
He adds mildly, "You are impugning Brawl's honour?"
Non-Combaticons don't get to do that, wrong Brawl or not. The straps on Assault's seat tighten themselves.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Mar 21, 2011 19:50:57 GMT -5
“Awww, that’s so sweet a’ ya, Brawlie.” Yes, go enjoy the dull window view. Vortex will be here, hogging any shiny buttons.
And then Blast Off gives them their ETA and, and the heli nearly falls off his chair. “Three days?!” How the slag was Vortex supposed to keep himself entertained for three more days? The days before had already been fine balancing act between annoying the everliving slag out of the shuttle and somehow not getting thrown off-
Oh, wait, they had a new seeker to poke at now. Since Blast Off had already taken care of making the newbie uncomfy, Vortex just casually crosses his legs, hands resting behind his helm. “So, what’s your story, fly-boy?” Lets see how much Vortex can glean out of this poor fellow’s mind in the next few days, huh?
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Post by Brawl on Mar 21, 2011 22:37:06 GMT -5
Brawl has long since learned not play with Blast Off's shiny buttons when Blast Off is acting as the team transport. He invariably pays for it later.
"Yeah, those parts," Brawl replies, nodding as he soldiers bravely on in the face of a conversationally superior force. He's come too far to retreat now.
"Three days ain't too bad. Siege of Kolkular lasted longer than that. If I can go three days without breakin' somebody, you can go three days without messin' up anyone's head, Vortex." The tankformer snorts. "Of course, if he's impugning my honor, maybe you oughta mess him up a bit."
Hazing Assault seems to be the 'in' thing to do right now. Brawl is down with that.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 22, 2011 15:10:00 GMT -5
"Thank you, Blast Off."
Oh, right. He has one Combaticon won over, but not yet the other two, as Blast Off demonstrates. But he does not show weakness. He does not cringe at the shuttle's words or even shifts uncomfortably at the tightening seatbelts, nor does he even move in the slightest. When he speaks it's with a rational and yet assertive tone, while his optics are fixated on the other two passengers. "I am, my dear Blast Off. But considering the unique circumstances of our situation, as well as Brawl's own continued heckling, I am allowed to. Am I not correct, Brawl?" The small smile he directs at Brawl after saying that last part, promises quite unpleasant things if he disagrees.
That over and done with he looks at the helicopter, one optic ridge raised as his smile drops, though he can't help but sound a bit amused. "That is quite a long story, Vortex, but simply put? I am a soldier who found himself displaced one day. Not so different from you, is it? Or any of the other fine gentlemen gathered here, for that matter."
Oh, but then Brawl just has to go and push his limits. Assault's optics narrow into burning slits and carefully pronounces each word that comes out of his mouth. "That would be unwise, Brawl. Quite unwise indeed. So let us avoid that from becoming a reality, shall we?" It is not a threat, but more of command that doubles as a reminder that it is a very, very bad idea to haze this particular Seeker...Well, or at least more then Brawl already has.
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Post by Blast Off on Mar 22, 2011 22:12:34 GMT -5
"I cannot fathom any Combaticon ever letting an outsider speak of him so," Blast Off continues mildly. "Perhaps this Brawl has less pride in himself than the one with whom I was acquainted, but I sincerely hope I am mistaken. Unless Assault is your intended, Brawl?"
If Assault is Brawl's fiance, maybe that would explain why Assault thinks he has the right to be free in insulting Brawl.
"In which case I am assuredly not your dear."
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Mar 23, 2011 17:16:15 GMT -5
“You may be happy with bein’ bored, but SOME mechs here happen t’ have higher calibre processors,” the heli huffs melodramatically. Woe is Vortex! So misunderstood!
“We-hell! Ain’tcha jus’ the cockiest lil’ bright eyed slagger,” Vortex says, voice deadly sweet as he takes a moment to leer at Assault, chin propped up by hand and a truly devious gleam in his visor. The guy really thought he was in their league. Just how much of that was bluff though? One way to find out, really.
“Yeah, Brawl,” the heli virtually purrs, unsubspacing a laser scalpel. “Ya just gonna stand there n’ take it from your boyfriend? Or are ya gonna come over here an’ help Blast Off hold him still while I cut his primary motor relay?” Looks like this evening’s entertainment program is just about to begin!
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Post by Brawl on Mar 23, 2011 21:36:52 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah, sure," Brawl says, visor looking away from Assault a bit nervously. "We're just joshin' around."
Then the other two Combaticons start baiting him and Brawl loses what little temper he has. "What?! He isn't my- We ain't- I'm not-" He wants to shoot Blast Off in the face, but his face is nowhere to be found currently. Smashing his control panel in would be a close second, but as previously mentioned, that would be a Very Bad Idea. Kicking the wall just doesn't make the same satisfying shower of sparks and crunching noise.
He settles for attempting to slug Vortex instead. "Slag you, ya crazy whirlybird! I'll pull your rotors off and feed 'em to ya!"
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 25, 2011 15:16:46 GMT -5
Ah, it's always good to have subordinates who know their place! Looks like Assault won't have to beat some obedience into him!
....Though Blast-Off is begging for a good slug after that little quip. "I...What-How dare you insinuate that I am!" Oh, but then Vortex jumps right on the goad train! With an angry twitch of an optic he opens his seat belts and jumps out of it, trying to kick Vortex right into the path of Brawl's fist. "Only if I get to rip off his tail assembly and shove it down his fuel intake, Brawl!"
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Post by Blast Off on Mar 25, 2011 22:24:40 GMT -5
Blast Off is shaken, though he doesn't show it. Brawl is offering violence upon Vortex, his own Vortex, for the honour of some blue Seeker!
He comments privately to Vortex, in dubious, hushed tones, //Brawl has made his berth, choosing that Seeker over you. May he lie upon it. If he should ever remember his true calling as a Combaticon, perhaps we will forgive him.//
//Painfully.//
Blast Off is cruel, and any good Decepticon hurts the ones he loves.
Aloud, however, he speaks mildly, "Why are you affronted? Is Brawl not good enough for you? Brawl is a fine match for anyone: strong, tough, well-armed, and utterly without mercy. Many would be lucky to claim his hand. However, let us let this matter rest for a time," Vortex, that means you, too, "for I will not abide incivility within me. It does turn my fuel tanks so."
No one wants to be on a queasy space shuttle.
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