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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 19, 2011 22:18:33 GMT -5
See? Someone is trying to punch him in the face right now!
Whooping loudly, Whirligig topples backwards over the back of the bench, narrowly avoiding the socking that he probably deserves. His head-pigeon is not so lucky, and it promptly explodes into a starburst of feathers upon impact.
Hitting the ground with his shoulders, he keeps his legs going forward over his head and flops none-too-gracefully onto his hands on knees. A wide grin stretches across his face as a thrill shoots through him. Not as much of a thrill as facing down Hellbender, but enough to give him the giggles!
He schools his expression into one of shock and loss however, and stretches out a hand to the rain of feathers. "Senor Bob-Bob-Head! Nooooo!"
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Post by Firebolt on Jan 20, 2011 21:28:27 GMT -5
There's a moment of shock, then of facepalm as Firebolt scoots to the other side of the bench.
"Don't start anything stupid," she warns Whirligig as she eases herself up to a crouching position on the bench now, trying to get ready for something, anything, that may be happening. She isn't sure if this will end up as a whole street brawl, or if it'll just be a little scuffle.
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Post by Brawl on Jan 21, 2011 19:49:52 GMT -5
"Hold still so I can hit you, slaggit!" Brawl shouts, his knuckles now coated in pigeon. He clambers over the bench, attempting to get at Whirligig, but he's nowhere near as coordinated as the smaller robot, and his poncho gets caught on the bench's metal framework. He lets out a litany of curses as he tugs on the fringe of his garment.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 22, 2011 22:53:58 GMT -5
"Darlin', darlin', if you want some of this you gotta work for it!" Whirligig says, pushing to his feet and hiking up his skirt a little teasingly. Well, more because its easier to run that way, but it looks naughty to anyone who understands clothing, and that's fun too. "If everyone just hands you what on a silver platter you'll get weak! You're not weak are ya?"
//He started it!// he sends to Firebolt with a childish whine. In a more casual tone he adds, //'Sides, he's a leadhead of a 'Con that doesn't realize we're Cybertronians! This slag is priceless!//
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Post by Firebolt on Jan 24, 2011 12:39:49 GMT -5
// Yea well... Oh he's a Decepticon? Shoot. ... Heh! He is pretty stupid! Lookit him get stuck! // At first she's a little nervous. Then there's some shenannigans. She can't help but laugh, and her small visualization of herself over the radio has her face buried in both hands and is laughing.
Firebolt hops up and off the bench, stepping off nearby to get away from Brawl. She gets a few paces away and then stops and watches Whirligig skip around (well that's what it looks like he's doing with his skirt up), then stops.
// I don't know if you getting into a fight will look good on our public appearance, but if things get bad, I'll back you up. // She says and nods once in a determined sort of way. Maybe she can bonk Brawl on the back of the head or something.
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Post by Brawl on Jan 24, 2011 18:10:15 GMT -5
"I'll show you weak!" Brawl shouts, still tugging at the hem of his surprisingly resilient poncho. "Ah, slaggit!" he says, ceasing to pull on his clothing and instead breaking the cheap faux-wood plastic back of the bench off of its metal backing and swinging it at Whirligig. It won't be the first time he's destroyed public property, or his first aggravated assault.
He has completely lost track of Firebolt, who could easily attack him from behind, if she had a mind to.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 25, 2011 13:40:18 GMT -5
"You'll show me weak, huh? I'd have thought you'd wanna show that you're strong!" Ah, language! You're so crazy, having intended meanings opposite of what the words say literally. But so fun to poke at when you think it'll get a rise out of someone.
Whooping, he dodges the plastic bludgeon by arching backwards in a way that would make a limboer proud. Then instead of popping back up straight, he places his hands on the ground and kicks his legs up into a handstand. Finally he lets his feet drop down to the ground and pushes himself up straight, having put a little more distance between himself and Brawl. "Can't touch this!"
// I assure you that I am just an innocent young alien and then this crazy brute came up and attacked me out of nowhere. The jerk. //
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Post by Mistwind on Jan 26, 2011 12:13:43 GMT -5
Down the path, a scruffy street urchin is coming 'round, cutting through the park to meet his friends. Mistwind's few Pz-Zazzian friends are lowlife scoundrels, thieves and beggars, every last one of them. Visits are most encouraged!
There's fighting up ahead, or something looking like it. Mistwind pulls the front of his cap a bit lower over his face and tries to walk on the other side of the path. He's carrying a loaf of bread packed in an old newspaper, and shifts it to the side away from the fight as well.
He's not there yet though.
((Brawl had arrived only three a four days ago. Mistwind knows that there's a Brawl in the staff list since then, but he does not know that it's the mech in raincoat. He also doesn't know of Firebolt and Whirligig. All three might respectively know of Mistwind from Database and Day 0 records, he was with Duskwing and Starscream after all, though there's very little known 'cept a 'small Decepticon'))
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Post by Firebolt on Jan 26, 2011 16:03:21 GMT -5
Firebolt crouches down and leans her elbows on her knees as she watches. Clearly, Whirligig doesn't need any help yet, if at all. She watches carefully though, in case she does need to hop up and do... Something. She looks a bit frustrated as she watches, trying to figure out what that something might be.
// We were feeding the birds and then he got mad. Man it sounds like we're trying to make an alibi here. //
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Post by Brawl on Jan 26, 2011 20:03:22 GMT -5
"It's a metaphor!" Brawl shouts, even though it isn't. Language is not his strong suit, and Whirligig twisting it to serve his dark purposes only infuriates the Combaticon further. Thus, he leaps off the bench and attempts to bring his improvised bludgeon down on Whirligig's smug little head.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 27, 2011 21:54:42 GMT -5
"You're a metaphor!" Whirligig snipes back. Truly a cutting insult!
A bit distracted to be noticing scruffy street orphans at the moment, he twirls out of the way of the bench-cudgel, then tries to dart around Brawl and smack him on the rear. He is totally taking this war with the Decepticons super seriously.
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Post by Mistwind on Jan 28, 2011 16:26:38 GMT -5
The street urching keeps approaching, taking care. He can't help but snigger seeing the raincoat getting his butt smacked.
Mistwind will slow down a bit, depending on how close he has to be before noticing that these are robots. Probably next round for sure, and the group might or might not get a Mistwind to stay!
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Post by Firebolt on Jan 30, 2011 12:16:35 GMT -5
This brilliant exchange has Firebolt trying not to burst out laughing. She covers her mouth and makes a, "Phffahaha!" stifled sort of laugh. She's much too distracted at the moment to notice much other than the fact that Whirligig has a butt-seeking slap in process. Which is hilarious.
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Post by Brawl on Jan 30, 2011 23:51:21 GMT -5
The indignity is just too much for Brawl to take! They're spanking him and laughing at him! "That's it! Everybody dies!" he shouts, tossing aside his improvised cudgel and transforming, shredding his poncho in the process.
Then he activates his twin sonic cannons. They are a precision weapons system, and when finely tuned are capable of shattering anything from a crystal wineglass to a cinderblock bunker. Brawl turns the volume on them all the way up and cranks up the bass. It won't shatter anyone's armor, but it might vibrate the fillings out of their teeth.
Brawl is a soldier who needs a mallet, and he is armed with a scalpel.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Feb 1, 2011 22:29:13 GMT -5
"Waugh!" Whirligig stumbles away from Brawl as he begins his sonic assault. He slaps his hands against the sides of his head, though it's not to try and cover his audio receptors. It's a misguided attempt to stop his processors jittering about like a meteor caught between the gravitic pulls of binary planets. His hands are vibrating, too, so it doesn't really help.
Still, he's not about to let that stop him, and so he gives a grin that's more of a grimace and manages a quavering, "O-wo-wo-woh, ba-a-a-b-by, y-ou-ou ro-o-o-ck m-m-my wo-wo-wo-r-r-ld."
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