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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jun 3, 2011 17:02:04 GMT -5
“Gotta get a scraper from somewhere an’ peel him off later, I think!” Vortex laughs, slapping his knees as he watches Tarantulas flail and curse. “I want like, ten of these guys so we can make a proper rug. He’s so tiny I think we can only use him as a hanger or somethin’.” ‘Pet’ and ‘decoration’ can totally mean the same thing, can’t they?
“But Blast Oooooofffffff,” the gray heli whinges pathetically in answer, grabbing the back of his teammate’s seat and dramatically draping himself over it. “I am so boooored.” Yes, Tarantulas, you are about to witness annoying Combaticon soap opera.
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Tarantulas
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The not-so-friendly neighborhood spider-man
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Post by Tarantulas on Jun 4, 2011 15:56:28 GMT -5
Tarantulas is going to use his personal energon rations to synthesize a giant melon baller just so he can gouge out Vortex's optics with it. For now, though, he suffers in silence. Somewhere else, his tiny drones are perhaps stockpiling various solvents, just in case.
But Vortex wouldn't dare actually murder him, right?
OOC: Skippable
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Jun 6, 2011 20:39:51 GMT -5
"Logistics can get you a scraper," Blast Off says, "which would mean Swindle. Tidy little racket he has, not that Octane would be much better."
He doesn't even ask why Vortex wants a rug. Personally, Blast Off thinks that sounds atrocious, but Vortex does not seem liable to listen to Blast Off's much more refined sense of style. Blast Off leans back slightly when Vortex drapes himself over the seat, and he points out, "Vortex. We control the programming on the holovisions in the lounges. Busy yourself torturing our comrades."
Terrible alien soap operas are a small price to pay to keep Vortex from whining.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jun 9, 2011 14:25:47 GMT -5
Of course he would dare! He's just not in much of a killing mood and Tarantulas hasn't really pissed him off- and he's now one of the cycle's entertainments. Why kill someone useful when you could go poke him whenever finding horrible soaps stopped entertaining you?
"I seriously wonder how drunk someone's gotta be t' put any Swindle in charge of our logistics," Vortex mumbles against the back of the chair. "Brilliant slaggin' drunkard."
"Why do you always gotta make so much sense, Blasty?" the heli grumps, plonking himself back into his seat. And of course the heli wants a rug. Why would he not want a rug? Tasteful decor made from stitched together parts of tiny robots? It would be awesome and Blast Off would totally agree if he ever saw it.
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Jun 13, 2011 20:17:43 GMT -5
"Swindle has the necessary skills, and we lack other logicians. C'est la vie," Blast Off explains. That's not actually real French, just a French-Decepticon Cybertronian dialect, whatever it is that Mudflap speaks.
"Someone has to, I suppose."
OOC: Maybe wrap this? Think we're running out of things to do...
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jun 18, 2011 4:32:58 GMT -5
"Yeah but, aren't we gonna end up with a significant amount of our stuff bein' sold off for profit in a bit?" Vortex comes from a universe where his Swindle had tried selling his own teammates off for profit. He is a bit cynical about Swindles.
"Well, it's better you than me, really. If I was the sensible one, this'd be a pretty slaggin' weird universe." Of course, having the attention span of a gnat, Vortex completely fails to adhere to Blast Off's perfectly good sense and starts singing again. Hey, it lured one Predacon to them didn't it? It could very much work on more than one and then they'd have enough little robots for that dream rug of theirs!
OOC: Wrap is fine!
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