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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 16, 2011 18:23:59 GMT -5
“I don’t think you really believe that at all,” Phobia says quietly, crossing his legs and leaning back in his seat. “It’s strange that you don’t know how you died. It’s very strange that you are terrible in seduction in spite of becoming one of the more infamous fembots for it.”
“People change, of course," he glances sideways at ‘Elita’ on the table. “but I’ve yet to meet a person who’s changed quite that much. Potentials are seeds and from them we grow. You are the wrong seed.”
The little bike pauses after that and tilts his head curiously. “You will be transferred into a new body. I’m sure Lord Scourge will agree to it. If you have not spoken with me by then, you will be given to my colleagues. It won’t be death that awaits you, only the wish for it.”
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 16, 2011 21:55:25 GMT -5
Is the weedy little two-wheeler dissing Sentinel Prime's seduction skills? Sentinel Prime is awesome... okay, maybe not at flirting with Decepticons. She is pretty sure that is completely illegal, and she tries to avoid things that are completely illegal.
Sentinel Prime says firmly, "I will never be her. I will be better."
And also a completely different person.
"Ah, AllSpark. You don't know me at all. You're really bad at this job, aren't you?"
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 18, 2011 19:52:20 GMT -5
Phobia is pretty sure weirding a person out and talking about how sexy their boss is isn’t really anything even remotely close to being attractive, much less flirty. On the other hand, he is a bit of an antisocial prude.
The bike does not raise his brow at the statement ‘Elita’ makes about being better than Blackarachnia. Well. She couldn’t exactly be much worse. That’s not a very high fence to climb there.
“You don’t know my colleagues,” Phobia says with a sad smile, the kind that people give to the terminally ill. “They are not a fate I would wish on anyone. I do not wish them upon you either, but my options are rather limited if you refuse to speak.”
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 18, 2011 21:44:59 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime was tortured by Oil Slick and Blackarachnia for pretty much no reason. That is up there in her top ten of worst things ever. She has no desire to repeat that or to suffer something even worse.
Sentinel Prime also has no desire to be chewed out by Kup for divulging sensitive information. Then she thinks about Impactor. Would he kill her for being a traitor? Maybe! Then she thinks about Botanica and their talks. She shouldn't do something out of a fear of punishment. That's childish reasoning. She should do something because it is the right thing according to universal morality!
...which is confusing and hard.
She's terrified, too. However, giving this Decepticon information just because he is threatening her is just rewarding a bully. That's wrong. Sentinel Prime would know. Also, to be honest, Kup is probably scarier than Phobia, and Impactor is definitely scarier than Phobia. Something about him being harpoon-handed zombie with an unwholesome interest in headshots.
Sentinel Prime then tries to think what Elita-1 would do now. Be better at flirting, for sure. She tries, "I don't know your colleagues? They have to be more interesting than you, you bore."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 21, 2011 15:37:55 GMT -5
“Oh, they are,” the bike murmurs. He can feel the Autobot weighing her options; was he going down the right path now? “I have to wonder why you’d want something more interesting considering the circumstances. Boring is rather safe; you have a considerable lack of mad scientists around to prod at you,” he did notice a decrease in levels of fear when Tarantulas left the room, but he doesn’t know it’s a fear of spiders as well.
“With me, you won’t be drugged,” he continues, soft and ever patient, “or tortured. With me, you will not have to suffer in any manner at all.” Phobia isn’t scary, that was the point. The bike is the Good Cop; he’s the only person here who won’t hurt you.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 21, 2011 21:51:35 GMT -5
"I won't be drugged as long as I'm in this body," Sentinel Prime observes, trying to be nonchalant. "Blackarachnia wants it. Which is sort of a... shame? I'm a second-class science-bot. I'm nothing if not experimental." Her lips curl into a full smile.
No, no, no, she is so very much not. Kegs of energon at Maccadam's are one thing, but drugs are bad.
Sentinel Prime knows.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 22, 2011 23:18:27 GMT -5
“Other than you and I, no one protested when Tarantulas offered.” He’s trying to follow her line of logic here. Drugs could be flushed out of the system. All physical damages they did could be fixed. It was only the mental harm that they could cause that would be of some concern and right now and that was only a concern if the Autobot was useful.
The bike tilts his helm quietly, contemplating his options. He has learned a lot already, but he was also beginning to hit a lot of dead ends. Arranging and planning future sessions should be his priority now.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 23, 2011 21:15:06 GMT -5
Drug damage can be permanent. Sentinel Prime would know. So can physical.. as Elita-1 discovered.
Does Blackarachnia want to take that risk?
Sentinel Prime asks, not expecting a straight answer, "Do you have anyone else here captive other than me?"
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 24, 2011 15:13:01 GMT -5
The issue of using physically irreversibly damaging drugs instead of physically reversibly damaging drugs is something Phobia will leave up to Blackarachnia. He’s just an interrogator, with a very meager knowledge of chemical synthesis.
He gives Elita a rather amused look. “Once again, that is an answer you will find out depending on what information you give to me. I wouldn’t worry about it too much right now.” Just a sprinkling of reverse psychology.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 24, 2011 21:16:54 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime is a selfish so-and-so with a fairly strong self-preservation streak, but for all her vices, she finds the thought of leaving someone behind unconscionable. So she is now torn. When that stupid two-wheeler turns his back, she's getting out of here. Sentinel prime is sure she can at least get out of the bonds. Some of the stuff she has in her download buffer off of Scourge might help with getting the rest of the way out, but... what if they have other prisoners? Sentinel Prime needs to get them out if they do.
She cannot trust anything the Decepticon says.
Taking time to go look for other prisoners would slow her escape, and if more Decepticons catch up with her, they could tie her back up and drug her and then her processors would dribble out her audios and...
No. Sentinel Prime refuses to think about that scenario. She says firmly, "I'll find out... no matter what I say."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 26, 2011 22:02:20 GMT -5
So she was concerned about fellow prisoners? Phobia notes that down as well. They should put that sim room to use; it was such a handy thing to have when they don’t have other captive Autobots on hand.
“I think that that is enough for today’s session,” Phobia says softly after a moment, standing up and off of his chair. He radios a call to Scourge, before turning to peer quietly at Elita. “Is there anything you’d like to tell me before we part ways? After this, you will only have a guard for company after all.”
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 27, 2011 21:10:20 GMT -5
OOC: Perhaps wrap this up on Phobia leaving and Sentinel escaping before the guard arrives? The admin requested that Sentinel’s escape be off-screened, and that way, none of the 'cons need to get in trouble over this.
"Yes," Sentinel Prime says, as sweetly as she can manage.
"You're going to regret this."
She means it. Sentinel Prime is sick of being afraid and sick of people screwing with her head, even if they're being 'nice' about it.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 28, 2011 14:13:26 GMT -5
“I’ll add it to the growing list,” Phobia sighs blandly before turning to exit the room. Boy was it a growing list. A few million years around the block really piled the pages up.
OOC: That’s fine! Phobia out of the thread then unless stopped.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 28, 2011 21:30:23 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime waits a moment for the door to close behind Phobia. Then she tries in earnest to struggle out of her bonds, but she's just too weak. The leverage she's used to having, she doesn't have any more, though she has much greater range of motion with her joints.
She looks again at what she downloaded from Scourge.
With some trepidation, Sentinel Prime loads up Scourge's strength. She suddenly feels strong again, stronger than she ever remembers being, dizzyingly, deliciously strong. The bonds snap, and she flicks her circuit-breakers again, turning her lower arms and legs back on. Her hands and feet feel numb, worse than the cold that grips the rest of her body.
Sentinel Prime grimaces and picks at the loathsome webbing shreds still clinging to her frame. She looks at the door, chewing her lip, and reflects that she has another weapon in her quiver: Blackarachnia's voice. Would that be too easy, though? Then Sentinel Prime looks not at the door but at the opposing wall. She lightly taps the wall with her fingertips, walking along it, and listens. When she hears a hollow note, a smile spreads across her lips, her hand curls into a fist, and with Scourge's strength, she makes herself an exit.
End Thread
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