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Post by Brawl on Mar 30, 2013 19:28:43 GMT -5
The reason military forces tend to carry their tanks around in trucks rather than just have them drive down the road is because tank treads tend to be bad for the pavement. Also tanks are slow. That being the case, Brawl arrives at the park a little after Mistwind does, leaving a trail of torn-up road and damaged police cruisers in his wake.
Upon arrival, he announces himself with a shot from his cannon, collapsing a waterslide, then transforms, stretching luxuriously. He walks up to the rubble he's created, seemingly oblivious to the screaming masses around him, and plops himself down in it, waggling his shoulders and rump until it approximates something comfortable. Then he pulls an energon cube from his subspace, picks an umbrella off of a deck table and places it in said energon cube, and proceeds to sip his impromptu tropical drink as he relaxes in the pool, taking potshots at fleeing squishies.
It's possible he started drinking before he arrived.
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 31, 2013 12:28:57 GMT -5
Brawl's cannon shot is, after a moment, answered with the loud crash of an ornamental arc breaking apart somewhere further in the park. There is a significant increase in the amount of people running past the tank with his tropical drink because most are simply running for that other threat that they encountered earlier.
BAM! CRASH! SCREAMING! A wild Mistwind pounces through the windows of a round hotdog shop and tackles a hapless dude, planting a foot firmly on the backside to crush any resistance. There is a feral grin as the little mech summons his laserguns and starts a ruthless, crippling spree of crowd control. He doesn't want all of his playthings to run off, after all, so they'd be better with their legs disabled.
With laserguns still exposed and bloodspray running down his frame to give him a brand new color, Mistwind approaches Brawl's pool with a delighted and menacing smirk; His optics are burning bright and his entire form screams pure, murderous bloodlust. The human he tackled is dragged along, no match for the persistence of hydraulic strength.
"Hello, Mister Brawl Sir!" He greets before stabbing his prey and tossing it in the pool before the nose of a great white shark. The little jetpack transformer grins at the sight of the combaticon lounging about with his drink, and gives him a sloppy salute before pouncing a nearby crippled human.
---- The thread will be open after Brawl's next post?
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Post by Brawl on Mar 31, 2013 14:19:24 GMT -5
"Hey, Mistwind," Brawl says, slurping his cube obnoxiously in the way only a mechanism with no visible mouth can do. It just warms his processors to see a young Decepticon taking so readily to the lifestyle.
"Y'havin' fun there?" he asks rhetorically, zapping an incoming helicopter emblazoned with the words "Channel 6 Action News" with his electron gun, sending it spiraling down toward the ground to land in a wave pool.
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 1, 2013 14:58:07 GMT -5
The pounced upon human is met with a rather unfortunate fate as the little mech's impromptu punching bag. Mistwind vents his pent up frustrations eagerly and unchecked (which is rare for him to do) before answering Brawl's comment with a convinced nod and an entirely too happy sounding squee, "By Vector Sigma Yes! Been waiting for this since ever, Mister Brawl Sir!"
There is murder in his voice as he looks the terrified human in the eyes and grabs the throat to stop any pleas, "All of these flimsy primates would join to help the Autobots at the blink of an eye. They're weak and meddlesome, and would stop the greatest of plans for some foolish moral notion. Like Autobots do. They infect with weakness..." There is a shimmer of pain that cuts through his rage, and Mistwind looks zoned out for a moment. When he refocuses, he growls, yanks the human closer to him and traces the outline of the skull carefully, "and for that I want these humans to pay!"
He glances at Brawl, "And take an innertube down the river rapids slide after I'm done, I want that too!"
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Post by Brawl on Apr 10, 2013 17:59:27 GMT -5
Brawl seems to recall that the Decepticons work with certain factions of humans on occasion, so they probably aren't as bad a race as Mistwind seems to think. They certainly have generations long conflicts where legions of young sentients die for causes lost to the mists of history, just like normal people do. Still, they're fun to squish. It's like popping bubble wrap.
"You're lucky. None of the slides and stuff here is big enough for me. You're just small enough to fit on 'em," he comments, shaking the remains of his empty energon cube to dissipate it. then rising to his feet, placing his hands on the small of his back and stretching.
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 13, 2013 16:21:10 GMT -5
Decepticons do. Mistwind just hasn't ever been told about it and relies on his own experiences to guide him through decisive opinion-forming. Any accounts of humans helping Autobots weigh in heavily on the decision of how much tribute has to be paid.
The tankformer goes on the move! Any onlookers hurry their flight and any security officer who happens to be around (wondering what to do about two rampaging robots) looks like they really wish they weren't anymore. Mistwind looks up at Brawl, listens and thinks. He turns to his victim, performs an act of unspeakable horror which would make any Yautja most proud and runs back up to the tank with a wide, joyful grin on his face. Trophy clutched to the chest, Mistwind skips happy circles around the bigger robot before deftly declaring: “You can have the rest of the humans then, Mister Brawl Sir, since you’re not able to go down the slides. This one is more than willing to share with you!”
With that, he skips off humming singsongs. “C’mon Sir! Let’s go further into the park... I- I want to see you break stuff!”
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Post by Brawl on Apr 21, 2013 20:05:28 GMT -5
Brawl is briefly troubled my Mistwind's grisly trophy-taking (or whatever it is he's doing). It's kind of creepy overkill. He wonders where the kid picked that up. Maybe he's been hanging out with Rampage or something? Or maybe Duskwing has a secret creepy side that Brawl never knew about and he's rubbing off on the kid.
Or maybe Vortex told/paid Mistwind to do it just to screw with Brawl. It's the sort of thing he'd do. Brawl will punch Vortex when he gets home, to punish him.1
The tankformer levels his electron gun on a restroom/changing room building where several humans are hiding and fires a few rounds, destroying the flimsy structure and sending the humans inside fleeing. Then he turns to scan the horizon. "Kinda surprised no-one's showed up to stop us yet. Y'think they're gonna send in some kinda huge orbital strike and that's what's takin' 'em so long?"
1. Brawl was going to punch Vortex when he got home regardless, but now there is a reason.
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 25, 2013 14:00:32 GMT -5
It would get even creepier if one would realize that Mistwind had spend quite some time making grisly skeleton toys out of Gillanan animals shortly after his arrival, stopped that behavior entirely by the time Ship docked on Pz-Zazz and fell back into the habit of sadistic killing on Earth only after almost all of the Decepticons were turned human and missing from his environment. Such realization would paint quite an opposite picture of Decepticons not teaching the behavior… but weaning Mistwind from it. Without them knowing that they do.
For now, the child seems incredibly satisfied as he spots some of the last remaining humans trying to sneak off to the exit… and reacts with a happy, befriending little wave. When they scatter in terror, he pouts, realizes that his hands are all covered in blood, not to mention his trophy, and proceeds to wash them off in a pond before trying again.
“…” There is a bit of confusion at Brawl’s thinking, and the kid replies, “Why would they stop us, Mister Brawl Sir? We’re only having fun?”
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Post by Brawl on Apr 27, 2013 20:27:54 GMT -5
Brawl gives Mistwind a look that lasts for a while. "Because they don't like gettin' killed. That's why the humans would try 'n' stop us, anyway. Dunno why the Autobots would. I mean, I do. They don't like humans getting killed either. I just dunno why they don't. Humans aren't Autobots." The Combaticon stares off into space for a moment, thinking back on his time spent as a human. "Some of them are pretty cute, though," he allows.
He sifts through some rubble, just for something to do. Mayhem and destruction get old pretty quickly when no-one is shooting back or giving you an objective. Who knew? "So, like, this is maybe a weird question, but is it weird to you that none of these little guys is wearing a hardhat?"
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 28, 2013 16:44:00 GMT -5
"Oh." Mistwind lets out, frowning, "Oh, right, Mister Brawl Sir. Some cultures make a big deal about dying." He splashes through an empty toddler's pond and sits down on the edge, wiggling his feet through the water. "Those are weak feelings; of course they get help from Autobots. Suits them."*
Brawl's question causes Mistwind to look up at the tank, a puzzled frown on his face. "eh, I really don't know, Mister Brawl Sir, hardly saw any humans back home. They wore hardhats by standard?" He pauzes for a moment as he searches the definition, then replies, "That's like lowgrade armour for maintenance units, right? This one doesn't think these are meant for any heavy work, Sir. These seem to be the useless variant."
The rubble consists of collapsed building and ornaments, yielding at least some cash registers from a snackbar unit and a broken toy claw machine. There might be more in there though.
--- * Leave it to Mistwind to voice his obliterating opinion about Autobots when he can.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Apr 28, 2013 17:41:02 GMT -5
Humans that were pretty cute Autobots? The mocking hands of fate couldn't have chosen a better time to introduce their next piece to the gameboard. Nearby, a single lone four-wheeled tank rolls onto the scene, coming around a corner while screaming humans run past it.
Once most of them are gone it starts to shift and change until it's turned into a short stocky robot with a gun as big as his lower arm, who is now running towards the murderous pair. "'EY, YOU!" He calls out and at the same time fires his gun at Brawl.
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Post by Brawl on Apr 28, 2013 18:00:46 GMT -5
"I'm pretty used to 'em wearin' hardhats, is all," Brawl says, shrugging noncommittally as he picks up the trashed claw machine and inspects it like the bizarre artifact it is.
When he hears Guzzle shout and the sound of his weapon firing, his first instinct is to dive for cover. The fact that he dives towards Mistwind in a fashion that may end up tackling the smaller 'Con onto the ground and out of the line of fire is probably coincidence.
"It's about freakin' time!" he calls back, scooping a human up off the ground without checking to see if it's still alive and throwing it at Guzzle. "Here, catch!"
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Post by Mistwind on Apr 29, 2013 4:55:36 GMT -5
Battle instincts? Before Mistwind could even interpret their new playmate, Brawl has already knocked him over the edge of the pool. That's a good place to stay and try to let his mind catch up with the situation.
Oh. They're doing combat now? His trophy disappears in subspace while the jetpack stays in cover. "//That's not a huge orbital strike...They send in another tank! That's a perfect playmate for you, Mister Brawl Sir! How nice of them!//"
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Apr 29, 2013 18:21:51 GMT -5
The human being hurled at him warrants only one reaction. "Aw, slag." He fires off another couple of rounds before he dives for the poor thing flailing it's arms, barely managing to catch it in time. He rolls and is quick to put them down again, and somewhere he is proud of himself for not breaking anything on something so delicate. "GO!" He snaps at them before he turns to face the Decepticons again, guarding the humans with his short stocky body as he keeps firing, trying to get their attention. "A run off the mill grunt and a runty barely flier? Was hopin' this would at least be a li'l challenge!"
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Post by Brawl on Apr 29, 2013 18:34:35 GMT -5
"Oooh nooo, the big bad Wrecker is gonna scrap us," Brawl taunts, voice dripping sarcasm. "Why don't ya come over here and put yer money where yer mouth is, tiny?!" He's now positioned below the rim of a shallow wave pool, only popping up to return fire.
"Can you get around and flank him or something?" the Combaticon hisses to Mistwind.
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