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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 6, 2011 21:48:40 GMT -5
Though Drift's foot impacts Impactor's midsection, not only denting it but knocking that front panel faintly loose, the zombie himself doesn't give any indication of pain. That's both the boon and the bane of his condition - things don't stay, things fall off easier, but it's easier to keep going, to ignore it because he doesn't feel as much.
No indication of pain isn't the same as no reaction at all, however - the kick hits solidly enough to knock him backwards. However, he tries to take advantage of the motion, twisting the harpoon that had just scraped along Drift's side in an attempt to snag the notched back edge against him to deliver either a second cut in the same area or, better jet, to snag that side panel and damage it more thoroughly. Hit or miss, however, he regains his footing swiftly after the stumble and crouches, already looking for the next attack.
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Post by Drift on May 8, 2011 12:10:14 GMT -5
All righty, then. Drift was beginning to develop a really firm dislike of zombies. Which he decides to express in a snarling howl as the jagged edge of the harpoon rips into his chassis. If only zombies weren't immune to bad language, Impactor would have shriveled to a husk by now.
Unlike Impactor, Drift does feel pain, and when he regains his feet, he can't help but wrap one arm over his damaged torso, the fingers getting slick with energon and coolant from the cut lines.
He braces himself, his sword on guard. "For curiosity. IS there a way to take one of you down?"
No don't tell him what it is. He just wants to know if it's even possible.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 8, 2011 21:36:27 GMT -5
Impactor quickly sizes up the situation. Not only where Drift is standing and how he's standing, but what the footing is like around Drift. There are a lot of zombie-parts all over the floor to contend with, after all...
At Drift's question, Impactor growls, "Ask Springer," before he fires another shot from his shoulder-cannon, aiming to send Drift dodging, preferably in the direction where footing is at its worse.
Springer is Drift's favorite person to talk to for help in advice, right?
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Post by Drift on May 10, 2011 5:57:46 GMT -5
If Drift never sees another zombie part in his life, it'll be too soon. But...that gives him an idea.
Not necessarily a good one, but, whatever.
"Scratch that. Think I like you better when you shut the frag up."
He dodges under the cannon blast, sure, and stumbles over some body parts before throwing himself over, using the momentum to sling a severed zombie arm at Impactor's face.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 10, 2011 13:07:48 GMT -5
"Then don't ask dumb questions!" Impactor snaps, before he's hit in the face with a severed zombie arm. This would generally prove more an annoyance than anything else, but the impact jars loose one of the wires in his left optic, causing it to blink out.
"Damn it," Impactor snarls with irritation. He lifts his left palm to slam it against his head, next to his optic a couple of times. The optic flickers back to life, but the distraction could well give Drift an opportunity...
... Or Impactor's letting his guard down on purpose, but why would he do that?
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Post by Drift on May 10, 2011 17:06:02 GMT -5
Drift does not care for having a zombie characterize his questions. Even more, he does not care for these hologrammy zombie parts he keeps slipping in, in some sort of doubtlessly hilarious pratfall on an endless loop.
He is marginally happy, at least, that Impactor seems to lack the sense of humor to laugh at him.
And Impactor is also missing an optic. While he fritzes with that, Drift lunges in close. Frag weapons: Drift's going in barehanded, hoping to take the big zombie down to the ground.
Where they can likely both zombiewrestle. Like mudwrestling, except...ickier.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 11, 2011 14:32:06 GMT -5
In truth, Impactor had given the appearance of letting his guard down in an attempt to draw Drift nearer. One optic offline is an annoyance, but the other is still functional, after all. And Drift is drawn in, though Impactor had expected another stab, not a bare-handed tackle. Still, he's ready for it, twisting to try to let Drift impale himself on the harpoon, even as he himself is knocked to the floor in a clatter of zombie-parts, both his own and the dismembered ones.
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Post by Drift on May 11, 2011 15:44:42 GMT -5
Well, success, then, Impactor. Because Drift totally did not see that coming. Wing had told him he telegraphed his moves too much, and here's proof of that.
In giant impaley letters.
The harpoon stabs right through his side, driven through by his own momentum.
Which....hurts.
Drift does not know many things, such as how to signal approval in a poetry slam, which fork to use in a formal dinner, and when to quit. So he may be currently punctured, but that isn't going to stop him from going for the throat.
Because Impactor seems to like having his head attached to his body, and whatever Impactor likes? Drift does not.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 11, 2011 21:37:57 GMT -5
Impactor likes killing, too. Does that mean Drift doesn't like killing?
And while Impactor does like having his head attached to his body, his armor is thick enough (at least at the moment) to keep his head from just popping off. The neck armor crinkles beneath Drift's fingers, but does not yet break. His lips pull back in a vicious snarl, his sharpened zombie-teeth clearly visible. As Drift throttles him, he reaches over and attempts to grasp Drift's shoulder, not to push him away, but to keep him from backing off... since his harpoon is still right there. He tries to keep it within Drift's gut, moving it back and forth in an attempt to eviscerate the ex-Decepticon.
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Post by Drift on May 13, 2011 21:44:08 GMT -5
Drift hates you and your zombie rhetoric SO HARD.
He's also not so fond of the harpoon sawing through him. You know what? He's...had enough of Mr Pointy here. He's going to work one hand down and shove against the harpoon's shaft to dislodge it, bringing his knee up to protect his side from a little more Harpoony Nibbling.
He'll try to ignore the gouts of fluid from the wound. IGNORING YOU!!
"Question: What happens to you if you do actually manage to kill me?" Because odds of that happening are looking alarmingly high right now. And he can just sort of hope that the results will suck for you.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 14, 2011 14:54:32 GMT -5
Impactor growls as one of the fingers of the hand still holding his throat finally breaks through one of the neck-seams - armor tends to be weaker in places like the neck and the face. One of the wires beneath is snapped in the process. And then Drift asks him a question.
While throttling him.
Which complicates the process of answering.
He rasps out, "Y'drop out of sim. Wake up on t'floor, same condition as y'started." At least that's the way it works for most Transformers. Impactor has already noticed that some of his own accumulated damages, the ones that result from his unusual condition, tend to remain. He won't finished as badly damaged as he is now, but neither will he be in as good of shape as when he started.
The harpoon is finally shoved away from the wound. Impactor instead attempts to stab that harpoon into Drift's left shoulder, the one that Impactor isn't attempting to hold the carformer in place with.
This is, of course, the problem with engaging in grappling with Impactor. Unlike a sword, which tends to call for some amount of leverage room, his own stabby weapon is particularly well-suited to such extremely close combat.
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Post by Drift on May 15, 2011 16:24:45 GMT -5
Is a zombie really trying to critique Drift's manners? He's found that most mechs tend to tell the truth when you're choking the goo out of them. It's Decepticharm.
Oh, also? He hates you and likes seeing you in pain. :3
...well then. So there's really no dying here. Good to know. Sim room? You have become his new fantasy.
Drift snarls as that fraggin' harpoon (seriously? HARPOON!?! Lamer than a sword. ) bites into him again. Hello awfully convincing fake damage. And, yes, his swords might need some room for momentum and leverage.
Drift's head...does not. Ugly? Meet some pretty white helmet. To the face.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 15, 2011 20:14:07 GMT -5
Impactor is slammed in the face, a move that elicits a grunt, knocks his optic back offline, and splinters the armor around the nose. Were it not for the way his condition dulls his senses, the pain might have proven to be a distraction, but as it is, he just snarls again and, keeping the harpoon in place, releases Drift's other shoulder to pull his hand back and close it into a fist. With a louder growl, he slams it down, attempting to introduce it to the pretty face that seems so eager to meet Impactor's assorted body parts.
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Post by Drift on May 18, 2011 14:07:30 GMT -5
Frag. Seriously? Will nothing keep this thing down? Drift is developing what he thinks might be an allergy to zombies.
And his allergy is not improved by close contact of zombie!fist to the face. He feels his cheekplate crack under it, his whole cortex jarring blank for a klik, his frame going rigid, then limp, the snarl dying on his powered-down vocalizer as his optics blank.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 18, 2011 19:20:00 GMT -5
Impactor pulls his fist back, ready to deliver a second punch. And then the lights go out.
He gives the other Autobot a scowl, then attempts to hold his forearm against Drift's neck while he moves his harpoon up towards the other's forehead. He'll only keep it like this for a moment, though. If it becomes clear that the other isn't faking it, he'll end the sim and Drift will find himself good as new. Or at least good as Drift.
But Impactor is damned if he's going to be taken in by someone playing dead. Not when surrounded by zombies.
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