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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Dec 25, 2010 23:59:42 GMT -5
OOC: Day 10, open thread for good guys!
There’s a merrier-than-usual note to the clink-clink-clinking of stiletto blade heels down the Event Horizon’s hallways. Well, there would be a merrier clink-clink-clinking of stiletto blade heels if one could make it out over the sound of undignified shouting.
Farlane’s day hadn’t been particularly enjoyable, what with the mass of crowds and the bloodsports and the typical dangers of being a red bikini clad robot in a horde of rowdy fans, but his day had taken a turn for the better. Oh, how it had taken a turn for the better. Such an improvement was this that even the events of the day didn’t weigh him down enough to stop the little skip in his steps or even the truly broad and devious grin he was currently wearing.
Truly, Farlane is the greatest of all people for he currently had, in his very hands, the head of an annoying brat. Well, okay, the head was still talking and it wasn’t exactly an annoying brat, although he was pretty sure paperweight wouldn’t occupy enough memory to cancel out the annoyingness. Annoying paperweight? Let’s go with that.
He had, in his very hands, a very annoying paperweight. One he’d gleefully had to wrestle from a ravenous fan’s hands to present to the Autobot high command with the greatest pride and honor. Or the paperweight’s speeches were beginning to get to him. He isn’t too sure at the moment.
“I am,” the pink mech huffs melodramatically, “going to bowl you down the hall.”
OOC: Posing of DJ done with player permission.
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Post by Dai-Janku on Dec 28, 2010 7:14:51 GMT -5
The paperweight is grumpy! He's been glitching and grousing about that lousy dishonorable bomber who stole his sword and his honor all the way to the Event Horizon, and wondering why his courage wasn't strong enough to come out on top.
However, Farlane just threatened to throw him down the hall, and Dai-Janku growls. "Try it, and I will bite your fingers off!" He is very, very grumpy.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 28, 2010 14:16:54 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is waiting in his office, looking through report after report. He feels a slight tingle, and he thinks he hears voices outside. Is that his melodrama detector going off?
He peeks his head out his office, lips pursed, and he does not like what he sees: Farlane with Dai-Janku's severed head. Emirate Xaaron asks, sighing, "Okay. How did you lose your body, Dai-Janku, and do I need to take you to a junkyard to get you a new one?"
OOC: Rattrap may or may not be present, per chat discussion.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Dec 29, 2010 19:46:27 GMT -5
“Oh, dude, you so do not want to be bitin’ off my fingers,” Farlane titters cheerily, door wings perking happily at Dai-Janku’s grumblings. “You don’t wanna know where they’ve been!” And did Farlane just summon Emirate Xaaron with the power of melodrama? … Cool! Sure, it ruined the surprise a bit, but nothing a little fancy can’t cure.
“I have a paaaperweight for yooouuu!” he sing songs, presenting the head to Xaaron with great flourish, tail wings perked and helm lowered in a classy little bow. “I wouldn’t take any advice it tries to give though, and it can be reeeeaaally noisy. But nothing a little duct tape won’t cure,” he adds, straightening up with a little shrug.
As for how Dai-Janku ended up this way? Well, it’s more fun watching Mr. Head try and explain it himself. Farlane’s just here enjoying the schadenfreude, mostly.
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Post by Dai-Janku on Jan 2, 2011 19:09:56 GMT -5
Dai-Janku makes a slightly confused face at Farlane's fingers comment. "What's that supposed to mean?" he grumbles.
Oh hey, there's GoldranEmirate Xaaron! "I--" he starts to answer, then whirls on Farlane - at least as best he can as a head. "Mere duct tape cannot contain my blazing spirit!" Then back to Xaaron. "I intercepted an invitation to a battle tournament intended for Firebolt, and went in her stead to check it out, as she was still recovering at the time! I battled valiantly through the ranks, and finally got to face off against Lugnut again - I first met him when I arrived, and he buried me in the swamp." Dai-Janku frowns. "So I intended to recover my honor and smite the evil zealot! However, I... Got knocked to pieces and he punted my head out of the ring." The Junkion scowls! "He took my sword!"
Then something hits him. "...wait, you'd take me to the junkyard?!" Dai-Janku's grinning ear-to-ear, and he may even be sparkling with big watery Anime Eyes of Happiness.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 2, 2011 19:26:52 GMT -5
"I'm not Straxus," Emirate Xaaron jokingly protests to Farlane. "I don't do heads on pikes."
He tries to take Dai-Janku off Farlane's hands. Pragmatically, he insists, "I want a threat analysis done of ever combatant you fought or saw. I know some of those shows do technical specifications. And yes, of course I'd take you to a junkyard. Is there some reason I shouldn't?"
He gives Dai-Janku a dubious look.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jan 2, 2011 20:17:14 GMT -5
“I’d hope not! Heads on pikes are so outta fashion,” Farlane replies with a slight chuckle (and worrying a bit about not knowing who Straxus was) before relinquishing his hold on the Junkion when Xaaron takes the head from him. He was about to dramatically announce his need for a shower and a repaint when the kid opens his mouth again.
“Hoy, kiddo,” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose and shuttering his optics. “Ya could a’ lost waaay more than your sword in that kinda place- and in fact, ya did! Now how’s ‘bout ya stop whingin’ about not having a manly blade anymore and start feelin’ glad about bein’ safe n’ back on the Autobot ship fer a bit? Aye?” After which Farlane pauses for a bit, recalling how that business had come about.
“Sliiight sidenote, sir,” the car adds a bit more formally, glancing back up at Xaaron. “I kinda had to steal the chatterbox. Uh. Call me if the badges show up?”
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Post by Dai-Janku on Jan 2, 2011 20:53:41 GMT -5
Dai-Janku makes a face at Xaaron's request for threat analysis. "...well, the people holding the tournament killed all the losers...so there's no reason to worry about facing them. Other than Lugnut, one of those pointy 'bots was there..." His expression goes distant for a moment. "What'd they call him... Bonecrusher?"
There is also the Dulcineas, but DJ will remember those later when-ever he bothers to fill out the report.
Then Xaaron asks why he wouldn't take DJ to the junkyard, and he gives the golden oldie a puzzled look. "You're the Chief! You've got more important things to do," he says in a manner that it should be obvious.
Then Farlane starts busting his chops, and he turns his head around so fast that he goes off-balance, and falls in the floor. "Now hold on a seeeeeeeeecccccaaaahhh--!" THUNK! "Dammit! Get off my back! A man's true soul resides in his sword! My body can be rebuilt!"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 2, 2011 21:40:22 GMT -5
"Even if they were," Emirate Xaaron says firmly to Farlane. Then he sighs over Farlane's admissions and agrees, "Duly noted, and if you need an attorney... well." He smirks and shrugs, holding his hands palms-up at about waist level. "Glad you brought him back to us."
Emirate Xaaron explains to Dai-Janku, "Do the threat analysis on the fatalities, in case they weren't all the way dead or we ever fight another similar member of the same species. Make us Yu-Gi-Oh! cards or something." It is Pee-Dee's fault he has any idea what those are, if anyone asks him. He frowns and adds, "I think making sure my people are all well and whole should be one of my priorities," but he loses that line of thought and jumps to another, "Do we need to go reclaim your sword? Are you some kind of Swordmaster, storing your primary mind in your sword, binary bonded to a body to carry you around?"
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jan 3, 2011 7:41:28 GMT -5
“No he isn’t,” Farlane answers before Dai-Janku can, crossing his arms. “He’s just very fond of a very specific sword and ya can’t replace it with anythin’ else, not even a black hole powered one forged from a Prime’s golden ball bearings.” He shrugs and adds, “so he might as well be.”
Finally he glances down at Dai-Janku on the floor there, a saucy smirk lighting up his face. “Aww, honey bunny,” he coos, leaning down to pat the head, “I’ll try n’ find your shiny bladey wadey so y’ don’t have t’ cry so much, but s’ a big world down there an’ wanted ads can only help so much.” He sobers up a bit after that, tilting his helm slightly to one side. “‘Til then, we prolly ought a’ worry a bit more ‘bout how you’re supposed t’ shuffle about- which is really more the science team’s gig.”
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Post by Firebolt on Jan 3, 2011 15:58:08 GMT -5
Firebolt had heard Dai-Janku was back in the ship, he was loud enough anyway. She makes her way down the halls, listening here and there. She eventually comes upon Xaaron standing in the doorway of his office, and Farlane.
"Heya, guys," she waves as she walks up and then stops mid step and just stares. Well, there's Dai-Janku... Or some of him. There's not really any shock, rather, she just tilts her head to the side and squints her eyes a little, looking confused.
"What'd you do now?" she asks as she walks up, crouches down and looks at him.
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Post by Dai-Janku on Jan 6, 2011 17:19:06 GMT -5
Where Dai-Janku has fallen, it's very difficult to see the others. "A brilliant idea!" he says of Xaaron's notion of making trading cards of the opponents he faced.
"No, no, I'm no Transtector I just--" then Farlane talks down to him, in more ways than one. "Don't patronize me, you glimmerous fop! You just don't understand the bond between a man and his weapon! The weapon is an extension of his soul!"
He frowns at the pink 'bot. "I can rebuild myself just fine... Just need a little help getting to where the parts are, is all..." Then Firebolt shows up, and he grins up at her. "I fought in a tournament! I was awesome!" He frowns again. "Then a stinkin' Destron cheater kicked my head outta the ring."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 6, 2011 18:30:39 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron did not need to be thinking about Rodimus's bearings. Gee thanks, Farlane. At least he thinks he understands a bit better now that, no, the Decepticons can't kill Dai-Janku or violate his mind for information if they have his sword, at least not in the conventional methods, but he does have to ask, "Dai-Janku, if Lugnut tortures your sword in front of you," now that's a dumb mental image, "will you cave? Seriously."
He sighs and realises that Dai-Janku is right. As much as he'd like to take off and go have junkyard adventures with Dai-Janku, he has other duties and responsibilities that call on his time. He snaps his fingers and directs, "Firebolt. New orders. You're talking Dai-Janku to a junkyard."
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jan 9, 2011 8:15:27 GMT -5
“Yeah, it’s an extension alright,” Farlane chuckles and straightens up when Firebolt comes over to join them. It takes a moment for the pink car to recognize her but, huh! It was that girl from the highway collapse. “Heylo there darlin’!” he says with a bright smile. “You’re lookin’ much better n’ the last time I saw you.”
Then Farlane straightens up to stare at Xaaron for a moment. Torture the guy’s... sword. He glances down at Dai-Janku’s head and then back, arching a bewildered brow before realizing that whatever was going on, it was related to a disembodied head that just called Decepticons Destrons and he was probably better off trying not to make sense of it.
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Post by Firebolt on Jan 9, 2011 17:18:49 GMT -5
Firebolt smiles up at Farlane from her crouching position and points down at herself, "And I have legs now too!" She leans down and scoops Dai-Janku's head into her arms and hugs him close, looking down at him.
"You did a good job fighting, but forgot to bring the rest of you back," she says, and pokes him on the nose. She looks up at Xaaron and then salutes with her free hand, "Yes sir! I'll make sure we find the best junkyard around and build him a new body!" She then goes back to holding Dai-Janku as carefully as she can, while pondering what the etiquette of holding a disembodied head is like.
ooc: This and any other headhandling in the future is done with permission with Dai-Janku's player.
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