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Post by prowl on Jul 26, 2009 18:47:02 GMT -5
prowl slid through the foilage of the trees, the bright summer sun filtering lightly through the evergreen leaves that shielded him from it's bright glare. he felt the shade cool his circuitry as his thrusters burnt out from over-exertion. peering past a tree trunk he watched a small bird attempt to leave it's nest to fly before it was truly capable, fall halfway before it's parent rushed to the rescue and hastily escorted it back to the nest. fasinated, he peered closer, only to hear the harsh sound of another bot's engine. he knew that no organic would make so much noise in a park and with a frustrated sigh, turned to see the one responsible. probably bumblebee he thought ruefully.
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Post by Fallout on Jul 31, 2009 23:00:06 GMT -5
Adrian played a blade of grass through her fingers. She was laying on her stomach on one of the softly vegetated hills the park had in abundance, her headphones clamped tight over her ears. The haunting melody poured through the portable speakers, deafeningly loud and eerily soft at the same time. She plucked the grass and rolled it through her hands, whispering the words of the song absent-mindedly as she successfully ripped the blade neatly in half.
A mechanical roaring that made it through the sound of her tunes pulled her from her detached mistreatment of the plant. She gazed off in the direction it had come from. There was a little forest a little ways away, and it was there from which the sound had emitted. As Adrian looked, a bird fled the scene.
I wonder what that is? She thought. Adrian stood and collected the music player, then set off down the hill to see what the noise was all about.
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Post by Slug on Aug 1, 2009 1:21:23 GMT -5
None of this would have never happened if they hadn't touched me. The humans. They were disgusting little cyber-roaches that inhabited this... this mudball called a planet. And they touched me. ME. Me, me, me-- of the love of primus, they actually touched me?! How dare they place their grubby little hands on me. None of this would be happening if they hadn't touched me.
It's all their fault.
***A group of men-- drunk, from the looks of it-- were swaggering through the park, mothers grabbing their children and racing the opposite direction from the burly looking men wearing tight leather and typical "Look-Ma-I'm-A-Thug!" clothing. Suddenly, one man snickered, nudging his partner in the ribs, jabbing a thumb at an innocent looking UNO motorcycle near a row of bicycles.
"C-ch-hic check it out, Dave! It's a wussym-mobile!" Karl bubbled with hysterical laughter at his own joke. "Dave" giggled feverishly with him, swaying on his feet. "L-let's pop the w-hic-wheel." He whispered, giddy; eyes glimmering with an impish light, Karl and Dave parted from their group and stumbled their way over to the unsuspecting orange vehicle. Slipping a hand into his pocket, Karl pulled out a folded object; with a snik!, the swiss knife shot out from it's casing, gleaming in the sunlight.
Crouching unsteadily next to the UNO motorcycle, Karl placed a hand on one of it's handles to balance himself and then...
The vehicle unfolded before them, like the swiss knife in Karl's hand. Engine snarling like a crazed tiger, a ... a something towered before them, vectors lashing at the ground like twin whips, cracking it. The creatures mouth-- it was a mouth, right?-- parted slowly to reveal rows of fangs.
And it roared***
Viral felt some satisfaction of watching the two organics run away screaming-- like the cowards they were, no doubt-- from him as he gave a bellow, shaking the whole park with it. His lips twisted into a deep scowl, furious for not doing more damage to the humans puny brains. Brains that were no match for his superior CPU, of course. Hissing through his teeth, Viral watched as the last organics in the park escaped his grumpy stare.
The Autobot was thoroughly tempted to chase after them... --
ooc: Sorry if it's not good. e.e I tried my best, though.
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Post by prowl on Aug 1, 2009 5:38:38 GMT -5
jumping down from his perch in a graceful crouch prowl raised to look straight on at the intrusive bot. it wasn't bumblebee, it was viral - though prowl wondered if he'd have preferred it be bumblebee. lets face it, even on the best of days, prowl and viral had clashing personalities and now viral had to come into a place of organic zen and scare them pointlessly away? it didn't exactly give the best autobot front, frowning, prowl stopped a few feet away from viral and crossed his servos, optical sensors narrowing a fraction. 'was that really necessary?'
glancing around prowl noted that one organic remained, walking instead in the two bot's direction rather than away like the others had. prowl felt slightly alarmed for the fem-organic himself, just incase something had prompted viral to act so uncourteously toward the organics and adjusted himself slightly inbetween the organic and viral. sure, they were both autobots, but if a bot's processor overheated, gears could be loose and they might act unduly.
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Post by Slug on Aug 1, 2009 6:07:22 GMT -5
"Was that really necessary?"
Viral nearly jumped at the voice, shoulders tensing. Then his upper body twisted a 180 degree around to face Prowl, scowling all the way. Crossing his vectors over his chest, Viral tapped his "elbows" in thought, giving a Prowl a once over, then said "I d-don't know. IS t-that t-thing really necessary f-for your h-head? Yo-you r-really sho-should check th-that out w-with Ratchet. S-see if it's c-contagious." Viral replied, voice soothing and sweet. Then he titled his head and smirked.
"Oh. Wait. T-that's just y-your face." He stated simply, then heard soft foot-steps and bared his teeth at nothing in particular, doing another 180 twist with his upper body. He almost had fit when he saw a organic walking toward him. "B-beat it, hag!" Viral snapped, engine starting to rumble, wheel quivering; he was ready to mow down the organic, but stopped, almost slumping in defeat when he realized: Oh. Yeah. Autobot = good. Viral? Bad boy.
With one last shudder, he glanced at Prowl, grimacing at the cyberninja's shifting.
"I'm n-not going t-to hurt her. Bolt-brain."
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Post by prowl on Aug 1, 2009 6:17:28 GMT -5
prowl did his best to generally ignore everything that viral said and continued in doing so, humming lightly in a semi-meditated reality to block out hostile emotions. still, he gritted his teeth a little at the somewhat primitive slur of the fellow autobot, turning away, he muttered 'i wouldn't put it past you.' and took a few steps toward the organic, perhaps he could attempt to apologise for viral's discourteous mannerism at the very least, 'organic, i apologise for my friend's words, though i would not recommend coming closer, you do not have need to fear us.' he crouched a little as he said this, trying to seem less imposing than his brutish companion.
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Post by Slug on Aug 1, 2009 6:24:42 GMT -5
"Organic, I apologise for my friend's words, though I would not recommend coming closer, you do not have need to fear us."
Viral had train of giggles and mechanical snorts, fangs flashing every so often. "Come c-closer, my p-pretty!" He half cackled, half wheezed. He was absolutely in hysterics. "I d-don't b-bite!" He made a little show of snapping at the air, satisfaction growing as his teeth gleamed almost in a elegant manner in the sunlight. He continued to giggle until he finally put on a "srsbsns" face, frowning at something.
"Speak for y-yourself, ninja-noob. If t-there is a-anyone to fear a-around here..." Viral rolled a little closer to Prowl and the organic, grin getting wider with every inch of cement lost between the three of them, his grin almost splitting his face. "C'monnn. D-don't you w-want to play?" He asked innocently, adopting a angelic look about him, enjoying the tension. --
ooc: It disturbs me how such an innocent line can be so twisted. e.e
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Post by prowl on Aug 1, 2009 6:32:54 GMT -5
a wire in prowl's processor sparked, frustration visible in his optical sensors as he turned to face viral. 'you've got a lot to learn about being an autobot, viral, maybe you're still just the same 'con parts, right to your servos - are you sure you're ready to take on a more honourable lifestyle?' as he spoke prowl moved closer, servos adjusted in a prepared stance as he stopped a few feet away from viral, bringing his face closer to viral's and locking down his faceguard. 'leave the organic alone, viral, last warning - this isn't autobot behaviour and you know optimus would agree with me as well, so it's not worth it.'
taking his own advice, prowl calmed a little and retracted his facemask, leaning back out and straightening up, servos by his side he turned to walk away, think calm thoughts, calm thoughts he said as he began a light processor-over-matter meditation as he walked.
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Post by Slug on Aug 1, 2009 6:45:30 GMT -5
Viral barely heard a word of Prowl's as he got up in his face-- oh primus, the temptation to bite him was tremendous. Rip right through his throat. He didn't like being this close to anyone, let alone the cyberninja. It unnerved him. Both Prowl's presence and the organic's. "G-get away." He whispered furiously, though leaned a little closer, lips unconsciously curling back to show his rows and rows of fangs.
Then he heard the name "Optimus" and "not worth it" and winced, jerking his head back away from Prowl, officially cowed. "Y'know w-what's not w-worth it, Prowl?" He started, engine starting growl again. The temptation was still there-- it was chanting bite bite bite bite in his processor, and oh primus, that certainly was not helping his control. "You, Prowlie, a-are not worth it." Then there was just a moments pause before he said "But w-when has t-that ever s-stopped me?"
With that said, Viral pounced, fangs flashing, lower jaw unhinging and widening his mouth to a grotesque width and length.
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Post by prowl on Aug 1, 2009 6:58:26 GMT -5
as viral pounced, prowl was already thinking ahead, without turning, he threw both of his ninja stars backward and split his visage - two holograms were on the ground, one going left and one going right, whilst the real prowl had flung himself up into the air, backflipping to land behind viral. stancing his servos, he waited for viral's next move, he would play the defensive, for now, waiting for the right moment to strike at least.
turning his optical sensors he noticed the organic was still there and sighed lightly - why couldn't organics at least tell when danger was about! one could instanteously know that if two giant robots were here about to fight, it was probably not the place you wanted to be.
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Post by Slug on Aug 1, 2009 7:15:00 GMT -5
Viral grinned as the Prowls-- wait, Prowls?-- leaped away from him, leaving the organic unguarded... But no. Bad Viral. Do not attack the human. Viral didn't have to be a genius to know that he'd get kicked off planet Earth and sent to a prison somewhere if he attacked an organic.... With a frustrated snarl, he turned his attention back to the Prowls, doing a full 360 degree twist with his upper body, scanning the everything around him. Three Prowls...
Which one, though was the real one?
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Post by nachtsider on Aug 1, 2009 7:57:58 GMT -5
Unbeknown to the two Autobots, a problem far greater than their dispute was looming over the horizon like some vast predatory bird. For Slipstream had been cruising through the vicinity, her keen optic sensors taking the scene in with interest.
Though largely a lone wolf now, and normally content to keep herself to herself, the Decepticon killer instinct imbued into her psyche by Starscream was extremely hard to quell. The opportunity to near-effortlessly eliminate a pair of foes in one fell swoop, it told her, was too good to pass up.
"Can't really argue with that logic," smirked Slipstream as she swing around to put the sun behind her for concealment and dived, lining Prowl and Viral up in her gunsight as she did so. "Time to kill the proverbial two birds with one stone..."
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Post by prowl on Aug 1, 2009 8:06:16 GMT -5
prowl anticipated viral's actions as the other autobot looked at the three prowls - two fake, one real. he was about to move again, perhaps to incapacitate viral when he heard the roar of a jet. immediately he looked up and spotted the light blue physique of a starscream clone. as he was distracted, the two fake prowls vanished. the jet was at a cruising speed, taking aim no doubt, 'viral, look out!' he called, his loyalty to the autobots taking higher priority than this petty fued. using his booster jets he immediately dodged away from where he had been standing, hoping to shake off the fembot starscream's aim.
landing in a crouch he stood again and ran to where he could be in the cover of the park's trees - she'd have to come down to get him and hopefully - if viral was smart enough - to get viral too. if not, well, prowl could fly in a sense, just not for long - hopefully his flying skills in their current amount would be enough to take her flight capabilities out if he was forced down that route.
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Post by Slug on Aug 1, 2009 8:32:02 GMT -5
An odd sense of doom crawled up Viral's back-plate, his optics widening behind his visor. Temptation kicked in and he twisted around, curiosity getting the better of him. When he finally caught sight of the Starscream clone, he stiffened, tensing like a wooden plank before finally comeing back down to earth and taking Prowl's warning to spark. Hissing like a cobra, his jaw automatically unhinged as battle instinct flooded his censors, fingers twitching eagerly, he swerved out of the way of the clone's aim, the fluid in his energon tubes moving faster as the rush of adrenalin caught up to him.
And that was when he finally remember the hag.
Twisting, yet still watching the clone out of the corner of his eye, Viral cired "Prowl! T-the human--?!" then took a chance look away from Starscream clone and saw that the cyberninja had taken cover behind some trees; Viral realized it was either A.) Take cover with the ninja-noob or B.) Risk himself to save some smelly organic he didn't even know... "Slag plan A. I-I'm not g-going near t-that tree-hugger."
Removing his attention from the clone intirely, Viral made his move for the organic, wheel screeching against the cement as he spead toward the female...
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Post by Fallout on Aug 1, 2009 11:03:22 GMT -5
Adrian had watched their fight with mild interest- so even the Autobots were subject to infighting? That made them more human, somehow. Then she noticed the jet up above.
A Decepticon? It seemed to be- the brown samurai-looking one that had apologized to her earlier had taken cover. Then it dawned on her that staring up at a Decepticon instead of hiding was probably a bad idea. Her eyes widened slightly, and then she noticed the Autobot attacker zooming towards her. He didn't seem to like her, so some part of her consciousness pondered dodging away from him, but the majority of her brain had froze up at the oncoming Decepticon and the fact she probably couldn't get out of the way fast enough.
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