Pz-Zazzian Wasteland

[Mistwind]

Mistwind stops dead in his tracks and gasps a little as Poncho reveals quite distinct features.
'Decepticon!?'

Before he can say something his systems shake and jitter from Brawl's sonic attack. The small 'Con should be able to find a remedy for this, but it is kinda fun!

[Firebolt]

"A-a-aaah!" Firebolt also puts her hands on the sides of her head, and reels. Why does he have to have a sonic attack! Sometimes having enhanced hearing is terrible, even if the majority of the systems relating to the hearing weren't activated, there were still some passive systems running. Something that loud and that close...

"Cu-t th-h-at o-u-t!" She yells angrily.

// I want to pull out a gun on him but I am shaking way too badly to do much! // She huffs to Whirligig over the radio.

[Brawl]

"What's it gonna take to shut you up?!" Brawl roars at Whirligig, rotating his turret towards the Autobot. It only gets partway through its turn before grinding to a halt, however. This elicits a stream of curses from Brawl.

"Stupid . . . fraggin' . . . gorrammed . . ." The endless grime and dust of Pz-Zazz has gotten stuck in his turret rotation mechanism, and thus the Combaticon is forced to maneuver on his treads to try and get a shot at Whirligig.

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

"No-o-o-th-i-i-ing! I-it's i-im-po-o-ossible-e!" Oh hey! An opening! Slapping himself across the face to get himself to focus despite the sonic vibrations, Whirligig dashes for Brawl. If he can, he's going to scale the tank in a few thruster-enhanced leaps and straddle the turret from behind.

He's poking the tiger and he knows it, and the fuel is practically singing in his lines! He really needs to try this combat thing more often.

//Yeah? And I want a supernova in a can! What of it?//

[Mistwind]

Mistwind shakes along.

[Firebolt]

//That doesn't look wrong at all!//

Firebolt manages to pull out her gun now and grabs onto a nearby fixture (a lamp post) to steady herself, and then aims quickly and fires a few shots at Brawl's tank treads.

[Brawl]

Whirligig is momentarily successful in his attempt to ride Brawl around Dr. Strangelove style, and Firebolt's shot connects with his treads. However, his treads are about to become his arms and legs as he transforms.

The good news is Brawl can't use his twin sonic cannon in robot mode. The bad news is he's going to reach behind his back to try and grab Whirligig and slam him into the ground in front of him. After that, well, they call him Brawl for a reason.

". . . Wipe the grin off your face!" he shouts. It's unclear whether it's an imperative or whether he's stating what he himself is about to do.

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

//But it sure feels righ- Oh, hey, wa-// "-augh!"

Note to self: it is difficult to get your balance and leap away from someone when they are transforming underneath you, especially if you are distracted making innuendos! The more you know.

"Oonk!" he grunts out as he's slammed against the ground. He'll be feeling that one in the morning! Well, he's feeling it right now, but whatever. He's had worse! This is a pretty bad position to be in, though: on his back, a Decepticon with anger issues and big fists leaning over him. This could easily go so very, very wrong.

And yet he can't help but grin, because it sure does feel right!

"Better idea! Let's carve a grin into your face!" Groping along one of his thighs, he palms an explosive disk then jolts upright into a sitting position and attempts to slap it against whatever part of Brawl he can reach - likely his lower legs.

[Mistwind]

When the fighting starts to become just that, Mistwind shakes his head, fans whirring. Contrary to the normal behaviour of any civilian bystander, Mistwind flops down on a bench to watch the show!

"Oi! Don't let an Autobot beat you, warrior tank!" He cheers.

[Firebolt]

Firebolt snaps up when the sound stops and then runs over, going to help Whirligig.

//Oh gosh, I hope we don't get in trouble for this.//

She goes to stand behind Whirligig, pulling out her boomerang and hurling it at Brawl's head to distract him while the explosives are planted.

[Brawl]

Circumstances and also Autobots conspire against Brawl.

First he looks over at Mistwind (and away from Whirligig), shouting "Why are you just sittin' there?!"

Then Whirligig slaps an explosive on whatever part of Brawl he can reach, which happens to be his crotch-plate. To add insult to injury, Firebolt hits him in the back of the head with a boomerang, making him see stars. Finally, as the cherry on top of this exquisite humiliation sundae, Whirligig's explosive disk goes off.

Brawl covers his smoking groin with his hands, says "I call pig iron," a few octaves higher than he normally would, and collapses forward onto Whirligig.

OOC: Skippable due to unconsciousness.

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

Whirligig's optics widen as Brawl topples towards him. He is a fragile, delicate flower (clearly) and Brawl is a big ol' lead brick! The wheels in his feet and rear begin to spin as he attempts to quickly vacate the area of impact. He doesn't quite make it, however, and he is knocked flat by a sudden lapful of Decepticon thug.

Something in his legs totally goes crunch.

"Ah! Bad touch, bad touch! Get him off!" Despite everything, he's kind of two seconds away from cracking up laughing. Because seriously. Just... seriously!

[Mistwind]

Because Mistwind is probably most certainly the ONLY Decepticon who is not combat oriented?

Scruffy street urchin (Enter 'Fable street-child' mode) gets up from his bench and walks over, pacing slightly.

"He's gonna blame me for it, do you know what they do to kids for punishment? I'd have anything but that! Mister, if you'll make it look like we got in a fight.... I'll get you out of there."

He eyes the Unconscious Brawl nervously, quite fearfully, then quickly looks back to Whirligig, "We have a deal? You want out? You have to keep your end of the deal, you're a Bot"

[Firebolt]

Firebolt, to put it lightly, freaks out. She runs over, retrieving her boomerang first and then drops down to Whirligig and looks over Brawl's body, trying to figure out what to do.

"I don't have to keep anything up with you, little man!" she huffs as she goes to pat Whirligig on the shoulder. "I'll help you get out of there, I swear," she tries to sound confident in herself. She did, after all, just help knock out a big Decepticon!

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

Two seconds are up. Whirligig bursts into uproarious laughter, letting his head drop back against the ground and pounding one of his fists against it. He'd be rolling on the ground laughing and kicking his feet in the air, but he's kind of stuck under Brawl and trying to kick his legs kind of hurts. For some reason that only makes him laugh harder.

Eventually he calms down and waves off Firebolt's attention, giving her an idle, "Sure, sure, Miss Fuss-buttons." Then he raises a brow at Mistwind and grins. He's not sure that Mistwind is making this up; he's a good actor if nothing else. But well, there is only a one-letter difference between deception and Decepticon. Also, the squirt - pot, kettle, black - is trying to tell him what he has to do, and he takes that as a challenge. "Yeah, yeah, we got a deal."

If Mistwind really is that naive, it's Whirligig's solemn duty to educate him in the fact that some Autobots are lying jerks.