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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 16, 2013 13:58:20 GMT -5
Month 12, Week 1, Day 4. Semi-Private.
Today Whirligig is an autogyro, and he is on a mission. With great difficulty and a large dose of awesome ninja-like skills, he managed to recover a stack of postcards that he'd kept as a human. Postcards from an old lady touring the globe who had claimed to be Wednesday Gilgamesh's grandmother.
She seemed like a pretty nice old gal from her messages, and apparently actually liked him, so Whirligig decided she deserved to know that her grandson was actually a giant alien robot.
However, she is proving more difficult than he expected to track down! But today he thinks he may be on her trail, and is currently flying over a South American rainforest, cheerfully singing in Cybertronian to anyone unlucky enough to have a nearby radio tuned into his frequency.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jan 17, 2013 18:58:07 GMT -5
There were a lot of things Vortex did not really want other people to know and he is pretty sure there are a lot of meatbags on this world who knew way too much about him. He’d just finished tying up one particular... loose end and was heading off when he suddenly hears Cybertronian over the radio.
Didn’t sound like anyone he knew, although for some reason the voice itched at the back of his memory banks. Made him want to strangle somebody. Pinpointing the source wasn’t too hard at least since the guy wasn’t making much of an effort to hide himself and...
It turned out to be an autogyro?
An... orange autogyro?
Having abruptly discovered a new hatred for the color, Vortex takes a moment to try and drop the smaller flier out of the sky with a few blasts of laser.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 19, 2013 14:47:41 GMT -5
Suddenly! Laser fire! Whirligig was not expecting that! The blasts score dark marks on his sides, and he does what any sensible person would do to avoid being shot at: He transforms into robot mode and proceeds to drop down into the dense foliage of the rainforest below him.
He crashes through the canopy, branches not exactly capable of supporting a falling robot man, not even one disguised as an ultralight. Reaching out as he falls, he catches a branch and swings himself towards the trunk before it snaps. Digging his fingers and toes into the bark, he leaves long gouges in it as he slows himself down, finally hitting the soft ground with a slight thud.
Perfect landing!
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jan 20, 2013 9:29:56 GMT -5
And then Vortex tries to ruin the perfect landing by transforming and drop kicking Whirligig. He has the advantage of being a bit more heavy and the branches don’t give him much resistance at all.
“Vengeeeaaance!” the helicopter shouts as he crashes through the canopy with a cacophony of breaking foliage, glue gun snapping into his hand.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 22, 2013 21:46:29 GMT -5
"Hey, what the hey!" Whirligig says, rolling nimbly out of the way of the mass of falling Deception and diving behind a tree.
"What the slag's your problem, you unaligned drillbit!" he calls.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jan 24, 2013 13:29:43 GMT -5
Landing with a hard ‘thunk’ on the forest floor, Vortex whips around to face Whirligig- or rather, where the smaller orange mech had been.
“Your color scheme, mostly!” The heli chirps, cheerily, straightening up and cautiously peering around. “And something about a destroyed helicopter? Whatever. You’re gonna be scrap, s’ all I know.” Well, as soon as Vortex gets his hands on Whirligig anyhow.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 26, 2013 11:11:48 GMT -5
Whirligig is far too much of a loudmouth to do sensible things like being quiet so as not to reveal your position.
"Hey, crosswires, you're a helicopter and you're clearly not destroyed, so I ain't got a clue what you're on about!" He pauses for a moment. "The color thing is totally legit, though. Carry on!"
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jan 29, 2013 16:14:54 GMT -5
Vortex whips around to the source of the voice and snaps off a few shots of laser, setting fire to the tree between them. Wow, what was that sense of deja vu?
“Also, I am preeeeetty sure you’re an Autobot, which kinda means I’d have to kill you, regardless of any personal feelings!” he adds helpfully.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Feb 4, 2013 16:15:48 GMT -5
Whirligig rolls away from the tree and the Decepticon on the other side of it as the tree catches fire. It's damp enough that it doesn't burn particularly well but burn it does. Whirligig, meanwhile, tries to flatten himself against the ground underneath some large ferns. Best hiding place.
"You don't know that! Don't you know what they say about when you assume, huh?"
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Feb 13, 2013 17:45:10 GMT -5
Yeah, best hiding place if Whirligig was even remotely greenish in color. Orange was kiiiind of on the opposite end of the spectrum. Just a bit. The distance is pretty short when you go across instead of around after all.
“Well, mostly they say your enemies don’t get much of a chance to shoot back!” Vortex answers cheerfully and starts shooting at the really, really obvious patches of orange showing through the greenery.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Feb 18, 2013 18:23:57 GMT -5
Hey, Vortex is setting the forest on fire. That makes orange patches too! Sort of. Best camouflage. Or something.
Whirligig scuttles along the forest floor like an insect and ducks behind another tree. "Ha! Joke's on you, I couldn't shoot back even if I wanted to!"
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Feb 25, 2013 19:36:26 GMT -5
“Well if you ain’t shootin’,” Vortex begins, striding through the trees after Whirligig, swatting branches and saplings aside. “Then you surely got some other manner a’ slaggin’ me off, I jus’ know it!”
He suddenly whirls in the direction the voice had come from, shooting off a glob of glue. “Now hold still, I got some revenge t’ enact on ya here!”
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Mar 3, 2013 14:59:26 GMT -5
"Maaaaybe-" Whirligig says, then yelps as a glob of glue hits one of his rotorblades. Thankfully the plants that stick to it are significantly less resilient than himself and he just ends up with a Botanica-esque fashion statement. Not that Botanica would approve of murdering plants for hair decorations, but-
He's in the middle of a fight right. "Dude! That's super gross!"
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 7, 2013 16:56:03 GMT -5
“Not as gross as you!” Vortex says, laughing at the sight of the Autobot new green fashion statement. Glue and greenery apparently don’t result in a captured Autobot but getting the bastard covered in greenery is fine and dandy with Vortex.
“You should roll around some more!” he suggests helpfully, snapping off a few more globs of glue
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jun 2, 2013 10:24:33 GMT -5
"How am I gross? I was beautiful and pristine before you started lobbing wads a' goo at me, you twisted crankshaft!"
Whirligig ducks and bobs and weaves in a strange little contortionist dance, avoiding the blobs of flying glue. He kind of starts to get into it, singing his own little off-key dance beat. "Can't touch meee, you're too slow and stupiiiid!"
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