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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Mar 26, 2011 16:22:10 GMT -5
“Oh my, Blast Off!” Vortex cackles, ducking Brawl’s punch and scrambling sideways out of his chair. All the humor abruptly drains out of his voice, leaving behind only acid. “He really digs the guy.” To the point where he’d defend the guy against his own dearly beloved teammates even after being insulted by the slagging outsider.
Assault’s kick sends him crashing back against the seat and he levels a truly hateful glare at the seeker, gripping the side of the seat and snapping his laser scalpel on. //If forgiveness involves killin’ that winged blighter, I’m all for it. I'll make sure it takes weeks.// The only thing that stops him from launching himself at the smug blue blimp is Blast Off’s call for ‘civility’. Didn’t want to get tossed out after all, even if he was completely justified in wanting to remake that jet’s face.
Brawl was stupid. He was Brawl. The person who manipulated their stupid tank against them however was not, and the heli has every intention of making Assault’s next few days as close to hell possible.
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Post by Brawl on Mar 26, 2011 17:07:36 GMT -5
"I ain't hittin' ya because I'm goin' with Assault, slaggit! I'm hittin' ya because your questionin' my whatchacallit!" Brawl protests, taking another swing at Vortex. "Orientation!"
Blast Off's oh-so-polite requests to drop the matter fall on deaf audio receptors.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 27, 2011 9:22:26 GMT -5
Assault takes no pleasure from his foot connecting and sending him crashing into that chair. But that hateful look that the helicopter shoots at him, the one that just oozes with a burning desire to make him pay for wrapping Brawl around his finger, that gets him going, that has him smiling, though it is not large enough to betray just what he is feeling.
He raises one arm and levels the cannon on the helicopter, when Blast Off speaks up. But unlike Brawl he actually listens to what the shuttle has to say, lowering his arm. After all, it would be rather rude to ignore the one who is tolerating their presence! "Ah, Blast Off, your attempts at stirring an emotional response in me are truly commendable! But I am afraid that I will have to decline your request. After all, it will be a long three days if we let matters remain unsettled. So I will simply have to pacify you by demonstrating why Brawl respects me."
And there is just one thing that will make that clear! So Assault leaps forward with a quick ignition of his heel thrusters, aiming to crash into Vortex and wrestle him down to the floor. If he hits Brawl as well, so be it, the fool should know by now to get out of his way once he has a goal in mind!
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Post by Blast Off on Mar 27, 2011 10:17:13 GMT -5
//Vortex, to you I tender my apologies. Be not afraid. I will retrieve you,// Blast Off warns over private radio to Vortex.
He doesn't warn anyone else. Blast Off simply opens up the cabin doors with a whoosh of air and then engages in some painfully high-G astrobatic manoeuvres designed specifically to slam every last one of them out of him and off into space. He is quite fragile, after all, and he fears the concept of people fighting inside of him. Blast Off already warned them quite politely. Since they wouldn't knock it off, this bus is turning himself around.
Blast Off doesn't understand the concept of orientations as Brawl speaks of them. There are no women in his reality, save for Arcee, and he knows only faintly of Arcee as an Autobot super-warrior who shamed Lord Shockwave on the field of combat. Blast Off hasn't even heard that Arcee's a she! That wasn't the important part of the story. He can understand the idea of trait-based attractions, that one might only love those with wings or those whom are yellow or those of great humour and a quick wit, and eventually, Blast Off will understand that gender is a trait to which one can be supremely attracted, but he doesn't understand it now.
Gender was something for aliens. Oh certainly, he's been told at his orientation back on Gillanan III that his own species apparently has gender now, but no one bothered to inform Blast Off that people use it as an excuse to be offended (though he should have known, for people use anything and everything as an excuse to be offended).
Blast Off intones coldly over general Decepticon radio, //You misunderstand and misconstrue my motives. You have assaulted one of my guests within me, and you have ignored your host's wishes. I cannot abide such behaviour. Vortex shall lash you both to my hull, cruciform, after I retrieve him, and we shall continue. You will have three days to contemplate your mistakes.//
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Mar 27, 2011 16:19:00 GMT -5
“Orienta-? Yeee!” Flat on the floor, the heli eyes the the fist that might’ve just connected with his head a click ago. Then Vortex’s visor brightens up in a happy, faceless grin and he tries to stab the scalpel into Brawl’s wrist in hopes of getting the other off his back for a moment.
Of all the cruel and nasty things the psychotic ‘copter had ever said and done to get that lugnut riled up; the tank was just an endless series of big red buttons to push! And he could just push them over and over and over-
The sound of a gun powering up off to his side draws an unsurprised laugh from the grey mech as he turns his head to look at that arrogant, smirking, bastard seeker. He doesn’t even really respond to Blast Off outside of laughing harder, even as Assault tackles him. He does take a moment to try and grab the seeker back, to make sure the twit wouldn’t try to hold onto Blast Off when the shuttle tosses them out.
The sound of of his laughing dies off immediately when he was sent careening off into the vacuum, a few rotor blades getting bent wonderfully painfully in the process. The heli hasn’t stopped though, if anything he’s virtually in hysterics as he takes out his glue gun out. //So!// he sends to the pompous blue knock-off, giggling maniacally, //how smart r’ ya feelin’ now?//
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Post by Brawl on Mar 27, 2011 16:39:39 GMT -5
Brawl is exactly the kind of person who will use anything and everything as an excuse to be offended. Being offended is a wonderful excuse to hurt people. He's winding up to punch someone again (Assault, this time, because he's shooting at Vortex, how dare he,) when Blast Off gets fed up with the kids fighting in the back seat and turns the bus around.
The tankformer actually manages to catch himself on the doorframe with all four limbs, and he hangs there for a moment like the alien in the movie of the same name, hurling unprintable curses at Blast Off, Vortex, Assault, Swindle (for good measure), Grimlock, life, the universe, and everything. He's not able to hold on for long, however, because when a sentient space shuttle wants you out of his insides, you're pretty much out.
He spins off into space, cooling down, but still grumpy.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 27, 2011 17:17:15 GMT -5
Well, that was rather unexpected, though not surprising. Assault considered this an option, but oh my, flushing them all out? That was what he did not see coming! The blue snob tries to hang onto Vortex for dear life, but alas, his grip is not quite strong enough! So he's sent sailing into space before venting fuel from his thrusters until he comes to a stand still.
He pulls out his rifle and aims it at Vortex, yet he does not fire. No, he listens to what their ride has to say and once he is done, Assault considers his options. Oh, he can oblige, certainly. Blast Off has earned it with his ingenuity. But he is not quite certain if he should just roll over and surrender. That would most certainly not do!
Finally, Assault chuckles and subspaces his weapon and then just starts clapping, aiming an applaud at the shuttle. //Very well played Blast Off! It is rather good to see that, despite us hailing from different universes, you are still a true Combaticon, one loyal to his brothers in arms. It warms my lasercore, it truly does. Why, I think that I shall allow Brawl to join you inside, if you will have him, while I enjoy the view outside.// Hell, at least he won't get to suffer through Brawl going 'are we there yet' again this way. They will! HA!
And then he swings out his arms and opens fire on Vortex with his cannons! //Though I hope that you both understand that I refuse to roll over and surrender! Show me that you are a Combaticon, Vortex, my old psychotic chap! Earn my surrender by besting me!//
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Post by Blast Off on Mar 27, 2011 18:06:07 GMT -5
Blast Off closes his hatches back up and surveys the mess he's made. Just how much air does have have left in his tanks, anyway? Ah, enough for insulation purposes, provided he doesn't have to dump them all out all over again, which makes his idea of, 'have Vortex leave Assault and Brawl in bondage on his hull,' seem all the more appealing.
Dead Primus, but what is wrong with the world when Vortex manages to be a more mannerly guest than... anyone?
The ruffians are still shooting at each other. Blast Off would facepalm if he could. He starts charging up his x-ray laser. This is the same x-ray laser that can burn a hole in a rocketing ICBM down in the atmosphere while Blast Off is in space, and atmosphere reduces the laser's power by 80%. Want to know what the laser's like without any atmosphere to attenuate its power?
Assault is going to find out! Blast Off aims for Assault's guns. Assault is only a Seeker, after all. They will have replacements for his weapons. Vortex's glue gun is special.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Mar 28, 2011 15:09:31 GMT -5
No no no, Assault! You underestimate the full power of annoyance that Vortex is capable of. Now add that on top of Brawl’s natural annoyingness and you have a nice triple layered misery cake with a cherry of despair on top.
He’s not being too annoying right now though. Rather, he’s watching Assault as the seeker just goes on and on and on, but the glue gun stays unfired and there’s a distinctly odd tilt to the gray mech’s rotors that wasn’t entirely due to some of their bent states. Cocking his helm slowly to one side, Vortex eyes the seeker and waits. Waaaaaiiiits...
A few shots burn through his shoulder and he chuckles, //Tingly!// has he’s sent spinning off. Yeah, Vortex tends to do the opposite of what people want. It’s part of his charming nature. Also, he gets a great view of Blast Off firing his laser from here, all swirly and glowy from his spinning.
//You always did make the prettiest light shows,// Vortex swoons. He might end up bumping into Brawl.
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Post by Brawl on Mar 28, 2011 22:19:42 GMT -5
Despite the fact that they both went spinning off in random directions in the infinite reaches of space, Vortex does indeed bump into Brawl, because that is just the way these things work.
Brawl makes a grab for the obnoxious helicopter as he spins past. If he manages to get a grip, he will immediately being punching him with his free hand. It's nothing personal. The tankformer is just so happy to be back in the fight again that he can't help feeling a great surge of affection for his psychotic teammate. And he expresses affection the same way he expresses everything else.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 29, 2011 19:24:42 GMT -5
The smoldering remains of his cannons get an annoyed look, but when he shifts his gaze to Blast Off, it turns into one that is rather impressed. This version of the Combaticon is a rather excellent shot indeed! A fair one too, considering that he could have just as easily hit something that would have left him far more helpless. Not to say that he could not still do that. But Assault would have done the same, really! Let his enemy believe that they are engaging in an honor duel, then shoot them when they are focused on their opponent. Not in the back of course, that would be quite rude!
//Ah, Blast Off, you will not even allow me a defiant stand, then?//
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Post by Blast Off on Mar 29, 2011 21:47:08 GMT -5
//Combaticons don't do heroic last stands,// Blast Off says coldly.
You want the Wreckers for those.
Urgh, are Vortex and Brawl Brawling? Blast Off hates shooting into a melee. He supposes he'll just wait and watch while Vortex and Brawl have it and then pick up the pieces when they're done. None of this is suitable work for one of his particular linage, a lineage not shared by any of the Decepticons here, but duty obligates.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Mar 30, 2011 14:23:32 GMT -5
Vortex is grabbed! And then promptly beaten up. This has been a day of good behavior from the copter and he still gets into trouble. Obviously, this just means he should never behave. Fate has told him so!
//Oooh, Braaawl, that was a niiice one,// the heli says dizzily through the alerts popping up in his cracked field of vision. Then the glue gun is lifted up to Brawl’s face and promptly fired. Much as he’d love to just kick back and let the tank have his way, they don’t really have a medic in the area to fix Vortex if anything goes wrong.
That, and he wants to be intact enough to competently do horrible things to that seeker over there. Don’t think he’s forgotten about you, Assault!
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Post by Brawl on Mar 31, 2011 12:23:00 GMT -5
Brawl's face gets covered in glue. He immediately does what most people would do after getting shot in the face, which is to cover his face with his hands. His hands are now stuck to his face.
//Slaggit, Vortex, how many times have I told you not to shoot me with that thing!// he transmits. //One of these days I'm gonna rip you open and let the blue smoke out.// This last is said a bit more calmly.
//Blast Oooooff . . .// the tankformer calls after a while. The whine speaks volumes for one who knows Brawl, or a more garishly colored version of him. I'm sorry for losing my temper and being a nuisance! Just pick me up so I don't have to die alone in the vast emptiness of space and I'll never do it again, I promise!
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Apr 2, 2011 16:12:10 GMT -5
//Hrmpf. Do not assume that I intend it to be. We would not want to deprive Vortex of the jolly good time he has been looking forward to, after all.//
How quaint, the children are having a little play fight! Though darn it, Assault was hoping to have some fun. He crosses his arms and simply waits for them to be done with it, tapping his fingers in time with every second that passes.
Then Vortex goes- Oh, never mind, it's so easy that it's not even worth finishing that sentence. //I see that you are efficient as always, Vortex.//
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