Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Nov 19, 2012 14:52:40 GMT -5
Hopefully Mistwind doesn't get too bored, waiting for his chance to murder Guido.
After a tasty deli sandwich on a plate stacked high with fries and of course including the dill pickle spear, several beers, and some loud discussions about the Detroit Lions' chances to make the Superbowl this year, Guido saunters out the front door and heads down the street.
He still isn't going back to his apartment; this time, he's going to the pool hall (& bar) just down the street. Time for a rematch with Little Tony, he thinks--this time, play the game before drinking all those pilsners.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 19, 2012 18:14:13 GMT -5
There is nothing to get bored about when you can watch your target stuff his engine and intoxicate his systems. It’s like watching a deer trap itself in quicksand. Hey, Mistwind is still at rookie-level; he finds this stuff terribly funny. Humans are physically puny, making their intellect their main reason for being the dominant species on this planet. And they love to numb it, which is hilarious.
Guido’s little stalker sneaks after him on his way to the pool hall, bemused, ‘Ah geez, another bar? Where they distract you with games? Oh, do take your time, mighty warrior’, Mistwind grins evilly as he watches the human step inside. He purrs as he looks for another cover to play sentry with. What did Skybyte's required reading say? He will win who, prepared himself, waits to take the enemy unprepared?*
Was this something like that?
If it wasn’t for Duskwing potentially remembering this night and there being an evaluation video to show his superiors, Mistwind would’ve robbed a liquor store and abused the trust he build up to call the human over for a night of ‘having fun’. Cause of death? Alcohol poisoning, drowning/asphyxiation and choking on a glass bottle of vodka that the kid would splinter in that vulnerable throat. Alas, that idea struck a sensitive cord: Mistwind could be cold, logical and ruthless if he needed to be, but he wasn’t mean to his own. He wasn’t programmed to be vile. Especially not to the hapless, poor and downgraded. Such irony.
* The Decepticon database - free tidbits of useful information on when not to pick a fight, and the rare occasions of when to do pick them. Mistwind alternates between children's bedtime stories and Sun Tzu's the art of war when preparing for recharge.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Nov 19, 2012 19:58:07 GMT -5
Little Tony got his comeuppance: years of experience scamming newbies at the pool parlor didn't match up against fighter-pilot reflexes and a skilled dogfighter's spatial awareness. When you know that a twist of your arm will propel the ball that way and there and the bounce will get twelve more... yeah. Guido beat Little Tony like a red-headed step-child, and celebrated with all those beers he'd vowed not to drink before the game.
He's more than a little inebriated as he heads out the back door; the alley is a shortcut over to his block, and the cold lump under his armpit reassures Guido that he can handle any human that thinks he's a soft target tonight.
It's a dark alley, the kind you see the victim walking down in a gritty crime story, shortly before they provide the dead body to alert the dark and edgy hero that there's a killer on the loose. Historically, Duskwing or Guido has been the killer.
Not tonight.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 20, 2012 16:24:57 GMT -5
Guido walks down the alley, apparently oblivious to the mechanism that is stalking him from above. Time to strike. Mistwind measures the movement speed of his target, calculates his own mass against gravity. He tenses his body, readies to pounce….
‘Hey! Do you really want to kill this human? He carries air warrior coding. Later, said warrior might feel called to remind you of its power….’ a tiny thought at the back of his mind pipes up and stops him cold. The thought of a Decepticon warrior turning on him, to torture him, to punish…. Mistwind fights against the sickening fear those mental images spawn. ‘Fortunately’, his hatred for humans runs deep, and the thought of Decepticons cursed to live as humans even deeper. Oh yes, he really wants to do this!
With a sturdy kick Mistwind vaults from the roof, knees drawing up to prepare for the impact. While being airborne his left hand clutches the scratch awl that materializes from subspace and his face contorts into a feral snarl. –Clang!- The robot lands in the space Guido just vacated and immediately attempts to hook his right arm around the soft body’s shoulders and torso to find a crushing/strangling hold. This moment is extremely critical; Guido might resist this grab. He might try to retaliate, or get loose.
Mistwind wouldn't be surprised. His left hand is kept out of sight, but ready.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Nov 20, 2012 17:01:01 GMT -5
The loud 'clang' startles Guido, but his drink-dulled reflexes aren't fast enough to get him moving before Mistwind's arm hooks around his shoulders and yanks him back.
"WHAT THE SLAG?" He grabs Mistwind's arm and tries to bend forward, to throw his attacker off balance--then realized that the arm he's grabbing is hard metal. He freezes for a moment--
"Misty, dat you?"
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 20, 2012 18:24:51 GMT -5
“Affirmative.” Guido’s move was anticipated; without any warning Mistwind rams the sharp metal awl into the human’s left side as deep as possible, and keeps it lodged in the lower abdomen. He doesn’t intend to give way, not even an inch. Giving humans even the slightest freedom could be costly.
He tightens his grip to draw attention, caring little for the probable suffering of Guido. He speaks with a voice practically void of emotion; “Human replica known by designation Guido Crepisculo Ala, you have been evaluated as having operated against the Decepticon empire and to have harboured the illegally obtained essence of one of their military fighters. This is considered, and condemned, as severe theft to which you are an ‘accomplice after the fact’.” His grip tightens a bit more. “The Supreme Commander of the Decepticons, Lord Starscream, has sentenced you to immediate termination after which the air warrior known as Duskwing will be able to reactivate in his rightful form. This unit known as Mistwind is assigned as your executioner. Rest in the knowledge that we appreciate you having taken good care of the Decepticon property, construct."
He growls and whispers as an afterthought, “Although this one despises you and the species you resemble with every compound in its body."
A panel on each arm slides open, and Mistwind's hardly-seen laserguns emerge. At least Duskwing can now see what they look like!
OOC: manhandling and stabbing of Guido/Duskwing done with player permission.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Nov 20, 2012 19:16:30 GMT -5
The awl punches deep into Guido's left side, puncturing his spleen. He'll bleed out internally long before any emergency aid arrives, even if Mistwind does nothing else.
Shock takes his voice away; all Guido can do is gasp in pain and sag against his attacker. He can't even protest his impending execution--
Or can he? He jerks back, trying to headbutt Mistwind's nose and optics, and he finds his voice. It's full of rage.
"You little fragger! You think you can just frag me, here, in dis neighborhood? Youse crossing the Gambinos, and youse crossing Lord Slaughter! I am not no replicator, I'm me, Duskwing, what was turned into dis guy Guido, and youse is gonna regret... regret..."
As abruptly as it came on, the rage-given burst of energy fades, and Guido sags again. Shock leads to confusion and light-headedness, and the fight just runs out of him.
Human bodies are so much frailer than Cybertronian ones.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 21, 2012 13:50:47 GMT -5
“Ouch!! S-slag you!” Mistwind yelps when Guido head-buts him, feeling his nasal strut cave in due to a lucky angle. A red warning signal flashes across his vision and there’s a sharp little cracking sound that might go unnoticed during the human's tirade. The crack that shoots through one of his optics does not; the robot is just a little warrior cub and his furious roar isn’t mighty impressive. Still, his answer brims with the same danger and promise of pain that is the hallmark of the purple faction, “Regret what? Restoring Duskwing to his Decepticon body?” A dark, mocking and amused laughter underlines his words, “You didn’t say ‘youse crossing Duskwing’… And we both know why.”
He’s not gentle with pulling out the awl, effectively unplugging that wound. But that’s not how he intends for death to settle in. Oh no he does not. Mistwind attempts to grab Guido by the front of his face or jacket and spin him around. If the human can’t stand on his own anymore then the assistance will keep him high enough to kneel.
Unless Guido has a surprisingly solid move left to counter his fate, Mistwind will fire a laser-shot to the heart.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Nov 21, 2012 21:59:05 GMT -5
Guido Ala, angry, shocked, betrayed... has nothing left. He looks up at Mistwind reproachfully--
and dies.
A bit later, aboard Ship, Duskwing boots up, systems and sub-systems slowly coming back on line, one by one. Eventually...
All systems on line... System functionality: 100%
His optics come online next to last, just before his weapon systems. The smell of fresh paint hangs in the air, and everything feels just a bit... off.
"What the slag happened?" Duskwing demands of whoever he sees in front of him.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 22, 2012 15:13:46 GMT -5
Mistwind watches the human die with little expression of his own, and lowers the corpse to the ground.... He makes a radio call.
He hastens to prepare the body for transport. Within moments the alley will be as it always was and if no-one looks too closely, they won't find any major traces of the event. Should they comb it out, sure, some traces may be found, but it would all lead to one big, gigantic mystery.
OOC: On 'a bit later' and seeing how quick Misfire booted, Mistwind will not be standing there yet. Cleanup takes a wee bit of time, but he'll bridge back probably. Thus there is room for another Decepticon to play welcome comittee if they want!
Edit 08-12-12: Removed the secondary post of Mistwind that came right after this one. Players could consider it his entry post tagged half an hour later for the segment below, but it would be out of order and confusing. This character will just make a new entry post for that moment.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Nov 25, 2012 19:31:21 GMT -5
"You're welcome," Tarantulas snaps at the newly-restored Seeker. He's currently still (mostly) human, though he's replaced one of his arms with a robotic prosthesis up to the shoulder. He's also wearing an eyepatch, and his lab coat bulges oddly around the shoulders. He's hovering at Duskwing's eye-height on a floating platform.
"You're lucky I could even read this nonsense Swindle tries to pass off as blueprints or you would have lost your upgraded guns. It was hard enough just getting one of the dead Seeker shells combat ready in this body."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Nov 26, 2012 18:48:24 GMT -5
See, Duskwing, this is why the technicians never restore your fire control until the rest of you is fully conscious. You might try to shoot strange humans that suddenly appear in your face.
As it is, one of Duskwing's arms twitches, raising an arm-gun half-way to firing position. "--the slag? Is dat you, Spider-dude? 'Cause you sure don't look like you right now, but you sound kinda like you."
He's still processing about one thing at a time, but that's more habit than anything else. Whichever unfortunate dead Seeker got volunteered to be Duskwing's new body probably didn't have a defective metaprocessor.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 1, 2012 18:11:57 GMT -5
"Yes, it's me. Tarantulas." Spider-dude? Because Waspinator wasn't bad enough.
"We're not all lucky enough to be able to mystically reboot from a back-up- "
Obviously the individual's spark migrates from the recently vacated terminated shell to the back-up disk, thus explaining why memories created since the back-up procedure are gradually restored. Of course, the Transformers from Duskwing's reality will insist they don't have sparks, but they might just not be looking hard enough. One of these days Tarantulas will properly dissect one of them and put the issue to rest.
"-and to be a mass-produced model. With the Seeker parts we have in storage, I could have built three of you. Sadly, that would mean they'd each only have one-sixth of a brain."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Dec 3, 2012 18:33:33 GMT -5
Duskwing scowled--he's a robot, he can do math. "Does that mean youse gave me only half a' processor? That ain't good. Hook wouldna do nothing so sloppy!"
The big dark blue and purple Seeker looks nonplussed for a moment; his accent is not as heavy as it was. "What happened? How'd I get slagged? Dis body better be up to spec--it don't feel right, and I gotta fly right. How come you're a squishy?"
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 5, 2012 18:07:51 GMT -5
Tarantulas makes a face at Duskwing. "And here I was hoping that would go over your head. Your CPU is operating at your full capacity. To answer your questions: everyone got turned into humans, including you, but then Mistwind killed you so you could be rebooted from disk and I built you a new body."
"And Hook, sadly, is currently a prisoner of the Autobots, so I'm what you get," he adds as an afterthought.
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