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Post by Mistwind on Feb 17, 2013 11:00:18 GMT -5
M12W2D6 Open to Decepticons, will be open to Autobots later.
There is a note in the Decepticon database, put up by Mistwind. ‘Gonna pester bunches of humans today, join me if you wanna. Loc [coordinates]. – Unit Mistwind.’
The location was a deserted strip of coast and Mistwind is there hauling several buckets near the waterfront. The ease with which he moves betrayed that he had been doing this for a bit of time now. He only now made the notice to invite some Decepticons over if they felt like having fun. With sing song humming he opens a bucket, reaches in and comes back up with a big handful of bloody brown-furred flesh strips. “Seal chunks, seal chunks, thrown into the ocean, causing a commotion, cause the sharks are awesome. Seal chunks, seal chunks, floating in the…” He tosses the handful as far across the water as possible. Rinse and repeat.
Several steel containers sit on the sand and there’s a long steel rope fastened to one of them.
* To the tune of Weeble’s ‘Narwhals’ song.
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Post by Brawl on Feb 17, 2013 17:30:14 GMT -5
Brawl saunters over from behind a rock outcropping, waving and calling out to the smaller Decepticon. "Hey, Mistwind. Am I late for the thing?" he asks, eyeing the setup. What the little jetpack-former is doing looks suspiciously similar to work.
"Who're we killin'?"
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Post by Mistwind on Feb 18, 2013 16:50:41 GMT -5
At hearing his name called out, Mistwind looks up and smiles. He returns the wave happily, "Mister Brawl Sir! Welcome! No, this one is still preparing, and you'll be killing whichever human you want that runs into your sights. And there will be plenty...." The mech swings another batch of chum into the ocean before getting out a leaflet. He walks up to the containers while reading out loud;
"Ahem... Grand opening of Seven Stars waterpark, over 30 slides, seven tropical pools, three regular sports pools. Hot tubs, swedish sauna, supervised wee toddler pools, free lounge chairs. Free icecream, soda, and one picture of your ride on the river rapids slide when coming to the grand opening day, [M12W2D6]!" he flashes a naughty, wicked look towards the combaticon before sliding the toplid of one of the containers. If Brawl looks inside he will see a big great white shark floating about...
Opening lids on the other containers will reveal a school of 50 piranhas, a lion and a crocodile. Two containers are still empty.
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Post by Brawl on Feb 21, 2013 17:47:48 GMT -5
Brawl spends a while opening containers (because hey, canned animals!) before responding tentatively to Mistwind. "So, we're gonna shoot the critters, and then shoot some humans, and then celebrate at the water park?" he ventures. It sounds like a good plan to him, with one exception.
"Now, don't get me wrong Mistwind, I like shootin' stuff, but it seems to me we could skip the animals and go straight to the humans. I mean, I like to murder someone who's intelligent enough to appreciate it, you know?" He pauses reflectively before poking a shark that is nearly catatonic with fear (and also has its head out of the water gasping for air) with the barrel of his gun. "Unless they're like Ravage and Laserbeak. They ain't, are they?"
Mistwind is best friends with Duskwing. He should be used to dealing with this sort of thing.
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Post by Mistwind on Feb 23, 2013 17:25:27 GMT -5
Brawl's investigation and questions are met with a little squee from Mistwind. There's a big Decepticon evaluating his critters of chaos!
"We -are- going straight to the humans, Mister Brawl Sir. Why waste ammo on these creatures? We're employing them! They'll scare all the humans out of the pools and into one big mass, hopefully straight into our guns. Less chasing, more killing!" Mistwind grins, "we move fast, we'll cause massive damages before the cops - or autobots- arrive to chase us off. The park and lots of lives will be ruined, Sir!"
He looks giddy at the thought. (He'll fish up two more sharks, an action that can be timeskipped.)
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Post by Brawl on Mar 2, 2013 16:32:39 GMT -5
"Oooooh," Brawl replies, comprehension dawning. "That sounds like a lot more fun!" He checks his gun excitedly, just in case it has stopped working since the last time he checked it. (It hasn't.)
"So, we just find two more things for the last two buckets and then we start, right?" he ventures, wading out into the surf to look for fish. "I remember me an' Vortex an' Swindle went fishin' once back home. Well, not home-home. On Earth. See, Swindle had got a twenty . . .or was it fifty? Ten? Anyway, some number of kilotons clusterbomb, and we went fishing with it. We had to stand on one of the humans' deep-sea oil rigs though, because that's where all the good fish are, in the deep water. Anyway, it was fun."
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 4, 2013 13:42:57 GMT -5
“That’s correct, Mister Brawl Sir!” Mistwind grabs the end of the rope and bounds after the tank, diving into the water head-first. He appears besides the fighter, grinning, “The bait I set out should’ve attracted more sharks -hungry ones!”
He ducks underneath a particularly big wave to prevent being overwhelmed. When he breaks the surface again he asks excitedly, “That’s the same mister Vortex that’s here… right, Mister Brawl Sir? And you’re all part of the same, eh, subteam, huh? Sounds like you guys had a lot of fun that time! What were you fishing for that required a clusterbomb? Did you catch it? Was it dead? What did you guys get from it? ...Do you have souvenirs?" Only after those questions already left his vocalizer does Mistwind realize, "Oh! ... I'm sorry for asking all of that, Mister Brawl Sir. Today's got me all excited and energized. This one means no disrespect."
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Post by Brawl on Mar 10, 2013 19:56:00 GMT -5
"Yeah, we're all Combaticons. Only Blast Off is from a different universe or something, I guess? He acts like he hates all of us and doesn't really want anything to do with us, so he's a lot like the Blast Off I'm used to, though," the tankformer replies, plucking a shark out of the water and shaking it to test for freshness.
"We was fishin' for fish!" Brawl states, as if this is the most obvious thing in the world. "We dropped the bomb in the water, it made a big ol' splash, and then all the fish started floatin' up. Also some oil. And yeah, they were dead."
Brawl cycles his optics in a blink behind his visor. "You're allowed to talk to me, Mistwind. I ain't Starscream or Scourge or nobody."
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 13, 2013 14:28:50 GMT -5
“Well… if you’re Combaticons, as long as he, er, doesn’t hate you during combat? Heh! Right, Mister Brawl Sir?”
The shark struggles in the grasp of the Decepticon, mouth opening and closing. A piece of seal meat falls from the gaping maw. Mistwind promptly gasps and exclaims with delight, “Oh, wow! You got one, Sir!!” He hurries closer, grabs the mouth to inspect the teeth and comments, “This is a good one; it’s not the biggest but still decent nightmare-stuff. We’ll take it, ok, Sir? It needs to fit in one of the pools after all. Let’s tie it up and find another one!”
He hurries to tie a running noose in the end of the rope so it can fit around the fish’s tail. He pauses to glance at Brawl when the tank tells him it’s fine to talk. There’s a flicker of confusion before little Mistwind decides firmly, “This one knows that, Mister Brawl Sir. But you’re an active warmachine, Sir… This one has to be respectful at all times.” Hierarchy, it’s that simple.
Rope is held up in the air.
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Post by Brawl on Mar 15, 2013 20:59:09 GMT -5
Brawl hands the shark off to Mistwind, curious to see what he does with it. He's not sure how one would go about restraining such a creature. "Well, yeah, but you're a warmachine too, right? You're just little. Rumble and Frenzy are little, and they ain't all uh . . . um . . ." It's possible if you listen hard enough, you can actually hear Brawl's brain module working, searching for a word to describe the concept he's thinking of. "Deferential! Yeah, that's it! They ain't all deferential all the time! Like you are! You are deferential! Deferential."
Brawl nods, clearly pleased with himself. That was totally a two-energon-cube word. He's going to tell Blast Off about it later. He'll be so impressed.
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 17, 2013 10:18:42 GMT -5
The shark gets the rope tied around the tail before the noose goes around the body before the dorsal fin. The restraints are fastened so their binds throw off any swimming motions, creating just enough movement to allow breathing. But that shark won’t get very far. Mistwind displays the method of shark restraining to the tank before releasing the fish back into the water. They can reel it in later.
Mistwind’s systems freeze at Brawl’s comments, a mixed feeling of incompetence and fear bubbling underneath that happy and playful attitude. Of course he’s not like Rumble and Frenzy! They’re Decepticon Cassettes meant for the battlefield. He’s just meant for transport and shipping! Is he being compared to other little mechs… and found lacking? Is… is it wrong that he’s so respectful all the time? The thoughts threaten to overwhelm, but Mistwind’s processors are fast little devices. An emotional shield is up in nano-seconds, a precise tapestry of behavioural patterns copied from only moments before. They are enforced with experiences from interacting with Duskwing. ... Brawl is kinda like Duskwing.
And of course Brawl can notice this microscopic shift between two nigh identical attitudes! ... If he has high cognitive perception, is trained in behavioural patterns, and is examining the little mech very closely. If not, Mistwind just looks up with a super bright smile, a burst of laughter accompanying the quip; “Well, I have to be very respectful, Mister Brawl Sir. It’s my way of saying ‘I’d greet you with a playful punch on the shoulder, but I’m too small to reach you there!’”
Er heh heh, different subject. "Look, Sir! Shark!" He points at a sleek grey form gliding through the water.
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Post by Brawl on Mar 23, 2013 17:31:22 GMT -5
"How high can you jump?" Brawl asks, in response to the statement about playful punches on the shoulder.
Mistwind may not himself be terribly tall, but his emotional turmoil goes completely over the Combaticon's head. Brawl is indeed a lot like Duskwing.
"You want me to shoot it?" he asks, leveling his pistol at the dorsal fin emerging from the water. "How many more do we need, anyway?"
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 23, 2013 19:41:34 GMT -5
“One meter seventy five with full aerial maneuverability, Mister Brawl Sir.” Mistwind answers promptly without a second thought. However, even if Brawl were to crouch to let him, Mistwind wouldn’t punch the war machine. You never punch the war machines. You just don’t-
Gun to shark!
“Do NOT!” He growls defensively. He glares at the tank for a moment before stating, “….you need to get some action, Mister Brawl Sir! …We're going to the water park! One shark less doesn’t matter. Let’s go kill humans!”
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Post by Brawl on Mar 30, 2013 16:01:28 GMT -5
Brawl looks down at Mistwind for a moment, then shrugs, holstering his weapon back into subspace. "Sure, whatever. Lead the way," he says, collecting a double armful of shark buckets.
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 30, 2013 19:03:48 GMT -5
Mistwind indeed does lead the way to the water park. He probably transfers the parkmap to the tank. However, it should be noted that Mistwind is a transporter and while he lacks the ability of free flight, his mechanism of programmed flight is nothing to laugh at if well prepared. Today, Brawl will be witness to what is best likened to a pre-programmed clusterbomb.
What did he think they were going to do, anyways? Release all the critters into pools that were already emptying out from their very obvious Decepticon approach? A sudden freight multi-drop from the jetpack (whose very day-to-day function is transport) will have all the pools infested in under three minutes. For Mistwind, it's a simple matter of doing what he does best.... with brutal efficiency.
They can just sceneskip to the midst of chaos and discord.
---- OOC: Due to thread heading, this is a warning for the theme of high violence. Board rating is PG-13. Actions of Mistwind will most certainly not be intimately described, although his malicious intent oughta be clear.
Thread will go fully public in a few rounds , meaning that other characters can pick up on it through other means than database post. Untill that time, these two characters will be destructive Bad Guys having fun in a water park.
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