Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Dec 3, 2011 11:46:59 GMT -5
"I think that may have been a joke?" Skyblast opines, somewhat dubiously.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Dec 3, 2011 11:58:58 GMT -5
"Well," Pincher says mildly, "you could have made the assumption that I am not prone to irrational and malicious behaviour, because only someone either irrational or malicious would put acid in a mould not designed for acid."
So, in other words, please don't assume Pincher is an evil stupid jerkwad?
His shell sort of vanishes, now that he's fully out of it, Masterforce style.
"Yes, I can mix energon. Not as well as, say, Perceptor could, of course, but, ah... so we want to mould it... into a star shape?" Does he have this straight?
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Post by Swerve on Dec 8, 2011 10:34:40 GMT -5
People are putting words and intent in Swerve's mouth again. He doesn't recall consciously deciding Pincher would try to ruin his work; he just talked the way he usually talks. He bristles at both of them, scowling, optics narrowing to little slits of bronze in his face. He makes a spiteful, rude noise, mostly with his engine, and shoves the mould at Pincher, whether or not the chemist actually catches it. It isn't as though the whole thing will shatter if it gets dropped a few times; Swerve builds more solidly than that.
"Whatever, then," he snaps as he sits back down to his other project. He sounds resigned; he's about given up on making his point. They've already come to their conclusions about him, right? Why bother working himself up into an argument over it? He snorts at his own thoughts and takes up his tools once more. Were he more reasonable and less agitated, he could explain himself. But he isn't, and he won't. "Go make the cloud jockey his candy and leave me alone," he says, sullen and tired and, somewhere deep beneath the thick crust of outrage, vaguely hurt, without looking up from the new cooling pump in front of him.
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Dec 15, 2011 21:38:52 GMT -5
Skyblast thinks that Swerve seriously needs to lighten up. What a grouch. But Pincher is... kin of wordy? Skyblast gives him a side-optic.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Dec 15, 2011 21:45:08 GMT -5
Pincher manages to catch the mould, though he's clumsy and inelegant about it. He stares at the mould clutched in his claws like he could open it up and hide inside.
He stutters, "I, uhm... I am sorry. I..."
What? He may or may not have aggression issues because Shockwave may or may not have tampered with his code? That is a stupid excuse. He must own all of his actions. He and he alone is the only one responsible for them.
As Swerve commanded, Pincher turns to leave, to take the mould to his laboratory and work on making the... candy. (He is so weirded out.)
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Post by Swerve on Dec 16, 2011 2:14:07 GMT -5
Swerve makes no attempt to stop the others from leaving, or to speak to them, or even to look up. He expects not only Pincher but Skyblast as well to get out as directed; and he'll try to throw them out if they don't. His part of this exercise in half-clocked ideas is done.
OOC: Timeskip?
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Dec 17, 2011 22:14:02 GMT -5
Skyblast does leave. He has no reason to stay in a workroom with a grumpy car!
OOC: Timeskip!
Skyblast shows back up, looking somewhat... uncomfortable. He looks back over his shoulder and then he blurts, "He wants to put it in me!"
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Dec 17, 2011 22:16:19 GMT -5
"I told you," says Pincher, following in after the jet, "the process is unstable without a full AI behind it. I certainly do not have a full AI to spare. There's room inside you, and you have processor cycles to spare. Not that I mean it... that way."
There is a lot more weird stuff hooked up to the mould now.
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Post by Swerve on Dec 19, 2011 23:21:38 GMT -5
A year or so ago – such a short span sometimes, even for a Velocitronian – Swerve probably would've flown into a fit the instant anyone barged in while he had his front end unattached; though he's the sort to keep the door locked under such circumstances, so an interruption would be that much more egregious. He feels far too naked and vulnerable with nearly half his auto mode removed, and hooked up to an external cooling pump makes it almost painfully awkward.
Now, however, as Skyblast and Pincher reappear, Swerve looks up from his own engine and simply glares, annoyed that they're talking nonsense.
"What the scrap are you two running your mouths about now?" he demands.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Dec 23, 2011 22:13:38 GMT -5
Skyblast gives Swerve a critical look and asks, "Is this a bad time? Not that I mind the view - you have great insides, but some people are, you know, prudish."
Skyblast is a Bay movie Transformer. Almost everyone looks like a prude to him.
"Aaaaanyway, he wants to install the whole mould thing inside of me because of, I don't know, science."
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Dec 23, 2011 22:36:09 GMT -5
Pincher covers half his face with a claw, the mess of... stuff still held in his other arm, and he mutters lowly, "Engineering." Then more brightly and loudly, he explains, "Forming energon into a weapon-shape compressed into a star is a highly complex process. It requires an awful lot of processing power. I could toss together a mainframe capable of it, but I really do not have the spare parts for such an endeavour currently. He has spare processor cycles and could easily handle the calculations, provided the proper software. This is his pet project. I may as well put it inside of him."
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Post by Swerve on Dec 27, 2011 22:29:50 GMT -5
"You, shut up," Swerve snaps at Skyblast, incensed at having his disassembly called to attention. He rounds on Pincher then, continuing, "I didn't design that thing to be installed in anybody's frame. I'll have to rebuild it!" This whole affair is getting much more complicated than he expected.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Dec 29, 2011 22:08:00 GMT -5
Skyblast shuts up, blinking.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Dec 29, 2011 22:45:12 GMT -5
"I do not suppose that you have a spare deep thought mainframe, then?" Pincher asks, given that Swerve seems unenthused about rebuilding the mould.
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Post by Swerve on Jan 5, 2012 19:03:35 GMT -5
Swerve grumbles, stands, and reaches to snatch the mould back from Pincher.
"I don't know what you're babbling about," he says. "Gimme some time to make this work. After I'm done with this." He gestures at his front end, lying opened on the table, and if either of them look closely, they'll see the slight wobble in his step. He doesn't do so well with his systems disengaged, and he normally makes sure it's all done as quickly and neatly as possible. He also isn't normally interrupted.
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