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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 14, 2012 21:13:39 GMT -5
"Had something to eat not long before I got here," Imp answers, shaking her head. She stands up and starts pacing, placing her arms behind her as she does, her good hand holding lightly to her right forearm.
"The problem with that first option is... I ain't expecting to be human long. Any point I might try and make'll be undermined if I just up and go missing, or, well, folks find out I was a non-human robot all along."
She stops, standing now near Sharon. "So, ID. How we go about getting it?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 14, 2012 21:31:31 GMT -5
Ms. Zaman nods and a slight smile curls the edges of her mouth. "You would be the expert on undermining, my friend. So let's present you as male, then. It is simpler and not entirely inaccurate, and if you do go into a women's washroom by mistake... no one is liable to notice or care. There are a number of methods we could use to get you an ID. We Autobots do have a number of contacts in the human governments. That is how we set Pincher up with a few different ID he could use if he ever needed to pass his shell off as a proper human... which I suppose he now is."
She sighs and finishes her drink. "So we can track down one of those contacts and lean on him to get you an ID. We might have to explain a bit about our... predicament, though. The other option is rather more illegal. Fake ID is a big business. I'd have to have Nightbeat look into it, if I can get in touch with him."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 15, 2012 20:11:34 GMT -5
"The phone number s'posedly works," Imp mutters, waving her hand absently, "but then you gotta make sure the line's secure." Her earlier pacing had carried her behind Sharon's chair. Now she looks down at the other woman's head and... stares for a moment. Her higher functions just... shut down, and she leans forward and attempts to take a bite out of Sharon's head.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 15, 2012 21:08:31 GMT -5
Ms. Zaman is not afraid of Imp. If Imp wants to loom behind her, he can do that. This, unfortunately, means that she doesn't realise that Imp wants to eat her brains until there are teeth in her head. She tries to jerk forward and scramble over the desk.
As she does so, her skin and hair change to a metallic gold, and her whole appearance becomes deeply unsettling.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 16, 2012 12:04:57 GMT -5
At first, Imp instinctively starts to move after Ms. Zaman, but then she stops herself and blinks in utter confusion. She stares at the other woman, bewildered, apparently not even noticing the change yet.
"I... I don't know why I did that," she admits, and beneath that confusion, barely perceptable, another emotion manages to show thorugh, one that Impactor never displays.
Fear.
Impactor has been turned against against those he cares about before, made a mindless weapon to do them harm.
But so quickly that it might be thought a figment of the imagination, the fear is gone. Imp lifts her left hand to her forehead as she attempts to clear her thoughts. "What inna Pit s'up with your skin?" she grumbles.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 16, 2012 12:21:26 GMT -5
Her hair changes to silver, making her red blood stand out all the more starkly, and the transformation is done. Metatron gets to her feet in a crouch, now in front of the desk, and she regards Imp with intense yellow eyes that almost glow. She replies dryly, "I'm a Transformer. I have two modes."
Her voice is different now. As hard as she is to look at, it is harder not to listen to her.
"We had better find out why you did that, hadn't we? The Kalis zombies did that. The Decepticons do have a Flame..."
Metatron is going to need to see a doctor, but that can wait for later. Imp is more important. That fear is very unlike him.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 16, 2012 15:30:03 GMT -5
Imp starts to look away but, her normal stubborness reasserting herself, she focuses her gaze back on Metatron.
"That so? If I see him, they won't for long," she declares. Then she shakes her head faintly. "I've been hungry. Even when I've eaten, it... hasn't helped. And sometimes... sometimes it's been getting harder to think."
She shakes her head and leans forward, holding onto the back of Sharon's abandoned chair. "For some reason I just thought... well, thought wasn't part of it, really. But some part of me felt like what's in your head would deal with my hunger."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 16, 2012 17:12:20 GMT -5
"He's not our Flame. He has blue optics but otherwise looks much the same," Metatron explains, "I tried to figure out if he's an Autobot captive that the Decepticons brainwashed, but I remain unsure."
She expects that Imp will try to kill Flame anyway. Being in the company of Decepticons is a killing offense to some people. She is unsure how she feels about that.
Metatron stands and tries to walk around towards her chair, because she apparently has no survival instinct. She asks, "Could you be pregnant? I know pregnant women sometimes have odd cravings, get very hungry, and sometimes have memory lapses. Pregnancy is, er, when a woman starts manufacturing a Micromaster inside of her internal factory. It usually happens after sex, which is a fun thing adults do together that involves swapping bodily fluids. Do you get this feeling about other people's heads or just mine? About animals? Because if you get this feeling about animals, we can go buy you a cow."
If Imp only feels this way about humans, Metatron is going to have to look up a list of the worst murderers that the DA hasn't been able to nail. She doesn't really want to be an accomplice to murder, but if Imp needs to eat people, Metatron would at least like it to be people who ought to be executed, anyway.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 16, 2012 20:17:35 GMT -5
Well, being a Decepticon is a killing offense. On the other hand, being sufficiently brainwashed might call for a mercy killing.
It takes Imp a few moments to process what Metatron is asking her - a bit longer than it should, really. Once she does sort it, however, she narrows her eyes and looks at the other woman like she's nuts. "No," she proclaims. "I haven't done any bodily fluid swapping 'fun things' with this body. Besides," and she pulls off the bandage on her arm with her hook then holds up the arm, showing the wound. It's sewn together now, but there's no clear healing that's been done. "This body ain't so good at putting itself back together, I doubt it's manufacturing anything else."
She considers, frowning. "I... humans, but it hasn't been that strong until now."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 18, 2012 15:43:16 GMT -5
There is the crux of the relationship between Impactor and Xaaron: Xaaron says something, and then Impactor looks at Xaaron like he's nuts.
Metatron feels somewhat relieved to know that Imp isn't pregnant. The Decepticons would just try to kidnap the kid, and then everything would explode.
Her eyes widen at the injury, and she murmurs, "Hmm, well, if it looks like the wound is worse than it is... the jury is certainly free to draw their own conclusions. Ahem. But really, if you are... fragile, we ought to try to keep you from being injured." The irony here is thick like pea soup, that Metatron should want to put Imp somewhere safe to keep Imp from getting injured.
But hey, for a split second, she considered chucking herself into a reactor over a zombie.
"And we should find you better medical care. I know that there are doctors who specialize in wound healing, because not all humans heal very well. Maybe someone who specialises in peculiar eating disorders, too... but for the time being, do you think that a dead human might satisfy your hunger? Humans have some really disgusting diseases in their brains, so we might want to cook the brain first, anyway..."
Discussing all of this calmly while blood drips down her hair is somewhat surreal.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 18, 2012 19:37:07 GMT -5
Imp clenches her fist. "You try and keep me out of things and you'll see who's fragile," she spits out angrily, eyes narrowed. In other words, finding someone who can manage to heal her would be a better idea than trying to keep her out of trouble. The latter is more likely to ensure she won't work with any other Autobots.
Then she gestures to the blood dripping from Sharons head with her hook. "Shouldn't you get that looked at, though, while we're on the subject? 'Least I'm not getting any worse."
She frowns and tilts her head, considering. Her 'drop in' life had her working at a graveyard. She's been around dead bodies since showing up here... could this be the reason?
Come to think of it...
Finally, she gives a faint nod. "I'm thinking dead might work, but... not so sure about cooking."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 18, 2012 20:06:03 GMT -5
"This?" Metatron asks innocently, "Oh, I'll get it seen to. I'll just tell the doctor that a bear did it. They're giant, marauding, godless killing machines." It is possible that confusion between her human life and her Autobot life has misled Metatron to believe that The Colbert Report is actual fact and not satire. "You're more important right now. Hmm... we should probably get you some birth control and protection, too, if you don't have it, just in case, you know, you decide to go wenching or something."
She rubs her chin, thinking. "Ugh, raw brains? Hopefully you're prion-resistant. I don't want you to catch kuru. Now, the humans here tend to be upset about the desecration of bodies, so don't let anyone catch you tampering with a corpse."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 18, 2012 22:32:38 GMT -5
Imp stares at Metatron again.
"Wenching. With who?!" she demands, not caring that 'whom' is the appropriate word choice here. "Necropheliacs? It's a non-issue." She snorts and heads back to her seat, settling into it. "Also, you seem to be getting bears confused with Decepticons." Which is really strange.
She rubs her forehead tiredly. "I should be able to get a hold of one tonight. Work at a graveyard." She seems to lose focus once again, before she shakes her head to snap out of it. "Should maybe think about getting out of... company until then, though."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 18, 2012 22:54:48 GMT -5
"With whomever you want!" Metatron says, throwing her hands in the air out of frustration. "You're a very dangerous sapient being. Is it so strange to think that someone might find you attractive?"
If Imp, being an action movie hero, picks up syphilis from some action movie girlfriend, Metatron is declaring this not her fault because she tried to warn him about protection.
She waves her hand dismissively. "And don't be ridiculous. Stephen Colbert wouldn't lie to me about bears."
Then Metatron becomes very serious, and she tries to take Imp by the hand. "Come on. We'll get you back to your graveyard. We can worry about everything else later." The gold flows out of her skin, the silver of her hair returns to brown, and her eyes don't quite seem to glow any longer.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 19, 2012 16:46:09 GMT -5
"I'm a dead sapient being!" Imp allows her hand to be taken, but only so Sharon can see how cool she is to the touch. "I don't know much about human fluid swapping adult fun times, but I kinda suspect me not feeling like I'm alive's gonna have an impact." And how much comparative experience does Imp have? Well, she does get in brawls and she does work around bodies. She's got a general idea.
When the other says that Stephen Colbert wouldn't lie to her about bears, Imp shrugs. "Never met him," she grunts. After all, if it's someone who lied to Sharon, they must have spoken directly, right? Of course, this confusion is due at least in part to the fact that Imp doesn't have a TV.
She allows herself to be pulled up and nods. "Yeah, you're right," she says, which may be the clearest indication yet that she is completely out of it. "Should be getting back." But then she narrows her eyes and turns her gaze on Sharon. "But you should get in contact with the others."
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