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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Aug 8, 2011 12:03:28 GMT -5
OOC: Month 5, week 2, day 2. Semi-private. _________________________
Brawl and Vortex have been very, very, very bad Combaticons. They've already been thoroughly beaten by Scourge, made part of an experiment as the mandatory cruel and unusual punishment...But they are Combaticons! They are Onslaught's men!
So it is after one session that he walks up to their cell during a late night, carrying a datapad loosely in a hand. He stops in front of the cell, peers in and bangs with his free hand on a bulkhead, trying to get their attention. "On your feet, troops! Are you going to let foam slow you down!?"
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Post by Brawl on Aug 8, 2011 17:35:34 GMT -5
Brawl is currently in stasis mode, facedown on the hard, uncomfortable berth that is all the two Combaticons have to share in the brig. He fought Vortex for the bed and won, because he is Brawl. Vortex went ahead and just climbed on top of Brawl to sleep, because he is Vortex. When Onslaught bangs on the bulkhead and Brawl stirs, the helicopter tumbles to the floor.
The tankformer rises to his feet and stretches noisily, even more noisily than usual. His joints are unusually creaky today, thanks to the wonders of Decepticon science. (Or ex-Autobot science, as the case may be.) He pounds on his upper arm with a fist, dislodging some blue powder that quickly sublimates from between the links of his tank treads.
Brawl stalks over to the forcefield seperating him from Onslaught and puts his hands against it, growling, "Whadda you want? Flame pokes at us all day and now you wanna run drills? Get fragged! You oughta be in here, not us! This is all your fault, anyway!"
OOC: Vortex posed with permission.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Aug 9, 2011 10:29:06 GMT -5
“Wha- ow! Slagger!” Brawl was a terrible bed, really. At least the one the tank was sleeping on had the good grace to not fragging move like certain stupid non-beds do.
Regardless, Vortex decides the floor is comfortable enough and the rest of him was protesting any sort of movement anyways. “Get yerself stripped, I ain’t speedin’ up for no one,” the grey heli grumbles, lazily peering up at Onslaught’s shiny new visage with an impertinent twitch of his rotors. Being used as a vaccine test subject, getting stuck with Brawl and now Onslaught decides to visit; his misery was complete.
“He’s jus’ gonna call us ‘stupid incompetents’ regardless a’ whether or not it’s his fault, Brawl,” the helicopter sighs dramatically, before rolling onto his belly and eying the the datapad their commander was carrying suspiciously. “What, no high grade?”
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Aug 9, 2011 17:36:07 GMT -5
Them rushing to stand on their feet was too much to hope for, wasn't it? For an elite military unit, they've always been a bit lacking in, err, discipline. Right now, that is not something that he will tolerate. "I do believe that you have gotten far too used to Assault! But I will no longer tolerate your insubordination! Now explain why you disobeyed my direct command and engaged not only Lord Scourge, but each other as well! Or else..."
And because he is not a Con of empty threats, he holds up the datapad, clear for them to see. "This is the Earthen Encyclopedia Brittanica. Disobey my command, or any subsequent ones, and I will stand here and read it aloud, in it's entirety, with the foam trials your only reprise! Annoy me further, and there will be a quiz!"
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Post by Brawl on Aug 10, 2011 18:10:52 GMT -5
A quiz? Slag that!
"I shot at Scourge because he was shootin' at you! And I shot at Vortex because he was shootin' at Scourge!" Brawl says, as though this should be the most obvious thing ever. Shut off half your cerebral processors and get a little overcharged, and you'd be able to follow this logic, Onslaught.
"Encyclopedia my turret. Come on, boss! Spring us outta here and we can scrap Flame and use the parts to build a leg," he says hopefully, pounding a fist into his open palm with a resounding clang.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Aug 11, 2011 8:55:21 GMT -5
“Ooh, yeah, Assault was totally less annoyin’ than you,” Vortex grumbles, propping his chin up with both hands. “At least you're only mostly boring."
"I shot Scourge cus he was ‘bout to blow you up. If I’d known he’d get you back anyways, I’d a’ jus’ ditched your pompous aft and gone t’ do somethin’ productive,” like tanking himself on high grade and sulking thoroughly- both of which he really wants to be doing right now. All he can do properly is the sulking part. Woe!
“Shot at Brawl cus he’s dumb,” he lazily jerks a thumb in the direction of the aforementioned numbskull. “Although, mmm, I ain’t gonna complain ‘bout gettin’ the good doctor for our sexy new leg." the grey mech giggles contemplatively, idly kicking his feet. "Maybe ya ain't that dumb, Brawl.”
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Aug 11, 2011 15:43:53 GMT -5
"Oh yes, quite boring Vortex, which is something you better remember!" He waves the datapad threateningly at Vortex as he says this.
It works, too! He crosses his arms and listens, patiently but with an intimidating look in his optic band, and if he still had a face he'd be snarling.
Once they are done, he looks from one to the other. If he were an Autobot, he would focus on their camaraderie, commend them for valuing their own group more over the faction at large, even in the face of a dangerous adversary like Lord Scourge. But he is a Decepticon, so instead, he latches on to the negatives.
"Allow me to summarize: You lost faith in my magnificent plan, your composure, and your ability to work together as a team? Not to mention that you both continued your ill conceived actions and defied what you believed was my final command!?" It is the last thing that pisses him off the most, and it is what he says with the most venom.
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Post by Brawl on Aug 11, 2011 18:02:13 GMT -5
Brawl gives Vortex a look. "Clean out yer audios, I said scrap Flame for parts and build a leg, not use him as the leg. I ain't combining with some shell-shocked Autobot pansy."
Brawl gives the appearance of listening intently when Onslaught speaks, then looks at his feet. "Yes, sir," he mutters.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Aug 14, 2011 5:32:10 GMT -5
Vortex snarls something extremely rude and drags himself to his feet, joints creaking slightly. “Last I checked, the whole ‘planning’ thing is supposed to happen with the rest of the team!” he snaps. “You didn’t tell us you were Assault. You didn’t tell us you had a slaggin’ bomb in your chest. You certainly didn’t slaggin’ tell us you caught the extreme version a’ the masochistic streak from me and wanted Scourge to blow you up!” The helicopter glares at Onslaught for a moment before pacing the length of the cell in agitation in spite of his limping.
“Now you’re slaggin’ givin’ us a speech ‘bout us not havin’ faith in you? Well, gee, I can't imagine why I wouldn't!” the heli throws his arms up in exasperation. “Screw yourself with a soldering iron, Ons, I ain’t never had any of that fluffy nonsense- I don’t trust anyone that much, ‘specially not the mech who didn’t trust me with their grand slaggin’ master plan.”
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Aug 14, 2011 14:01:26 GMT -5
Brawl is complacent, but of course he is. He is an idiot! He's easy to intimidate. But Vortex, while insane, is quite smart and not so easy. But he is still a fool, as he just so eloquently demonstrated. Onslaught's visor brightens before he just subspaces the datapad, lifts the forcefield and steps inside. "I do believe, Vortex, that it is time for me to remind you what I do with insubordinate scrapheaps!"
With that he lunges at Vortex, waving a fist menacingly and trying to get his hands on that slippery helicopter!
"IT IS TIME FOR A CAPITAL NOOGIE!"
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Post by Brawl on Aug 14, 2011 15:16:24 GMT -5
"Wait, he didn't tell you? He told me," Brawl says, looking first at Vortex, then at Onslaught. "Why didn't you tell him, boss?"
Wait, capital noogie? Is that like a beating?
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Aug 14, 2011 15:29:37 GMT -5
“Ons, what-” Noogie? “That doesn’t answer anything!” he yelps, darting away when their commander approaches him.
“Braaaaawwwwwlllll,” Vortex whines pitiably, ducking behind his teammate. “Onslaught’s bein’ weird!”
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Aug 14, 2011 16:55:47 GMT -5
Vortex wants to play it like that?! Onslaught chases the helicopter, running in circles around the mech, trying to grab him. "Stop running and accept your punishment like a Decepticon!"
Then, he has him! His fingers lock around Vortex' shoulder and he yanks him in close. He will give him noogies, but first he smashes his face into a nearby wall and follows it up with a knee to the gut. THEN he takes Vortex into a headlock and grinds his knuckles against his helmet.
"I had my reasons, Brawl! None of which concern you!" ________________________
Abuse of Vortex done with player permission.
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Post by Brawl on Aug 14, 2011 17:07:37 GMT -5
Brawl flinches in sympathy as Onslaught smashes Vortex's faceplate against the wall. "Right," he replies. Normally watching a beating is the next best thing to delivering one, but when it's Onslaught on Vortex . . .
Brawl is torn between watching and suddenly finding a stain on the wall very interesting.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Aug 16, 2011 14:35:05 GMT -5
Vortex hates noogies!
He’s okay with beatings though. But he hates noogies!
His visor cracks when Onslaught smashes his face into the wall, drawing out a low keen of pain. The knee to the gut would have brought the lightly armored heli to his knees if Onslaught hadn’t caught him again for more noogies. Augh!
Through the spider-web of cracked red glass though, Vortex tries to regather his thoughts, squirming in his leader’s hold. “Did I do somethin’ good,” he chokes, voice riddled with static, “or are ya just doin’ this cus it makes you feel good?” The heli manages a raspy little laugh, trying to grab his commander’s wrist in an attempt to break the hold, free hand reaching for Onslaught’s face. He’ll try to repay the broken visor if he gets the chance.
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