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Post by Slug on Aug 14, 2009 5:22:37 GMT -5
”Don’t get me wrong, I love me some shrapnel.”
Thunderstruck winced when the mech prodded the shrapnel in his side, disgruntled. He'd seen worse, really, but... did he really have to poke at it?. That was just... masochistic. And that bothered Thundestruck. ”Just ain’t the best thing ta’ have inside ya’. Thundestruck was tempted to say no, really? but bit his lip instead, raising a hand to his cheek and wiping off the mech fluid that dripped down it. The other mech's own wound reminded him of his own. Energon really did suck. It burned like a sonuvablaster.
Shrugging off the pain, Thundestruck pressed the button on his staff and watched as it retracted back to a scaple, hmming slightly. Curse him and his good nature, but damnit, when there was an injured bot, he just had to help. "You either tug it out or leave it." He finally said after a period of awkward silence, shifting from foot to foot, rubbing the back of his head. "If you don't want to tug it, then.. I could help. But, y'know, whatever." Thundestruck said lamely, looking away from the mech, fingers twitching in different orders, and with a sneeak! a blade shot out of his elbow, then back in, then out again.
Quit fidgeting, A voice hissed in his CPU, and he stopped, glancing at the energon scaple laying innocently in his palm, grimacing. If only I knew how to use this..., he thought, then shook his head, realizing that, yes, despite the hostile treatment he received, he should help the mech before him. But, from the short time he spent with the mech, he realized that maybe he didn't want help.
So instead he busied himself with looking around the blackended clearing, the humans seeming to have retreated to their homes after witnessing the explosion that took place. Speaking of blackened... Thundestruck looked down at himself and scowled, realizing his nice, shiny, silver armor was dark as coal, soot covering him from head to toe. "Well, ain't that just peachy!"
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 5:35:24 GMT -5
A smile cracked over his face as Feuer tried his best to not laugh. He had done enough of that for today, there was no way he’d run his vocal processors out by laughing at something that wasn’t even funny.
…Ok well maybe it was a little funny. Seeing the silver (or should he say black?) bot twitching and offering help and suggestions just struck something inside him. Something that apparently found dirty, nervous bots humorous. Feuer made a note to find that something and delete it when he could.
”I think I’ll be pullin’ this out, s’not comfortable.” He promptly gripped the piece of shrapnel and yanked it, trying to hold back the slight twinge of discomfort he felt when…. Oh who was he kidding? It hurt like a mother.
He chucked the metal over his shoulder, listening as it stuck fast into the ground some meters behind him. Then he had to wait for his coolant to kick in, cooling him down until he could focus again and things weren’t so blurry.
"Well, ain't that just peachy!"
”What the soot got you twisted around yo’self? Can’t let a little thing like soot bug ya’, y’know.” For added affect he brushed some soot off his own armor (though he was pleased to see the other was much more covered). ”Stand out in the rain, that’ll wash grime and residue right off it will.”
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Post by Slug on Aug 14, 2009 5:49:14 GMT -5
”I think I’ll be pullin’ this out, s’not comfortable.”
Thundestruck grimaced, but said nothing as the mech tugged the shrapnel out. With a gag, he looked away, slipping his scaple into his subspace pocket while at it. "Can't believe... didn't that hurt?" He looked at the mech, optics narrowing with.. nononono. Couldn't be concern, could it?
Why, yes it was!
Thundestruck wiped the expression off his face and muttered a "nevermind", and leaned against a (slightly black) tree, looking through it's tattered branches and up at the sky. It seemed all was well. For now. Ignoring the other mech's taunting and said "Did you make them?" He asked, then added "The bombs?" and rumaged through his subspace pocket, tongue sticking out as he searched for somethin-- ahah!
"I really, really can't stand... that.. any longer." He said, glancing at the mech's injury before glancing away again, optics scanning the nearby buildings before tossing the Emergency Health Package at the bot. "I can find.. more of those." More like steal. A voice whispered in his mind, giggling slightly. "Just patch yourself up or whatever you feel like. He added, rubbing some soot off his optics-- a bit of clear shown through, but that was it.
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 6:02:24 GMT -5
"Can't believe... didn't that hurt?"
”’Course it did, don’t be daft.” He caught the look the other gave him though, and simply shrugged it off. There was no reason for the other to get worried over an injury like this. Wasn’t like it was his fault or nothing, honestly it was Feuer’s fault for throwing the bomb in the first place.
He rubbed the injury slightly before resting up against a tree, much like the other. But Feuer instead sunk to the ground, folding his legs up to his chest plate and hitting his head against the trunk with a dull thud. He watched lazily as the other searched for something, only nodding and giving a soft ‘mmyeah’ when he was asked about the bombs.
"I really, really can't stand... that.. any longer. I can find... more of those. Just patch yourself up or whatever you feel like.”
The package landed by his feet and Feuer stared at it for a moment. ”While it’s touchin’ ya’ feel the need to give me this, there’s no need. Shrapnel wounds are common when ya’ work with things that go boom y’know. I’ve dealt with this crap before and got some stuff for it somewhere.”
Contrary to his words though, the orange bot began rifling through the pack, picking out a few supplies before attempting to fix himself up.
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Post by Slug on Aug 14, 2009 6:14:01 GMT -5
”’Course it did, don’t be daft.”
Thundestruck wanted to throw in a weather pun in there, just for the hell of it, but decided not to. Instead he sniffed, placed a hand to his chest, and said "Ouch. I thought we had something special!" He tried to keep a straight face, but his lip twitched and a cheeky grin curled his lips. With a snort, he looked away, wiping away some more soot from himself. "I can be daft sometimes, sure." He admitted, surprisingly. "But we all have our moments." Thundestruck added.
”While it’s touchin’ ya’ feel the need to give me this, there’s no need. Shrapnel wounds are common when ya’ work with things that go boom y’know. I’ve dealt with this crap before and got some stuff for it somewhere.”
Thundestruck scowled, then hid a triumphant smile behind his hand when the mech begin to rifle through it.
"Random question." The robot started, yawning his smile away and removing his hand. "What's your name?"
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 6:25:56 GMT -5
"But we all have our moments."
He snorted before raising his hand in agreement, ignoring that fact that he was getting on with the bot who not minutes ago he wanted to pummel. ”Truer words ain’t never been spoken afore,” he grunted out. Well actually Feuer could think of a few truer words but right now he was a bit too busy to pick some choice ones.
"Random question. What's your name?"
Idly Feuer wondered if there were any snarky human come backs to that question. Frowning, he realized he didn’t know any off the top of his head and would have to just be blunt with the other mech. It was a shame he couldn’t mess around any more. ”Solarfeuer.” He stressed the last part of his name more than he probably needed to, but it wasn’t like it mattered. ”Feuer works just fine though, s’preferred in fact..”
He finished up some of the last touches on his shoddy attempt at fixing himself up. It’d be a lot easier to do a better job when he wasn’t in the middle of a scorched, ashen park. He’d haul aft out of the park soon and once he was ways away from any potential Autobot or Decepticon lackeys he’d redo it. ”’Bout you?”
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Post by Slug on Aug 14, 2009 11:48:45 GMT -5
”Solarfeuer.” He stressed the last part as if it mattered to Thunderstruck, who merely grinned at it. He found it amusing? Why, yes, he did. "Well, then, Solarfeuer, had a lovely time. No really. First a race and then a fight! Hadn't had either of those in a long time." Thunderstruck said cheerfully, then a crack was heard and his optics widened, the tree snapping in half from his weight. With a sputter he fell backwards, legs in the air for a split second before all his limbs went limp, thudding to the ground.
He then proceeded to contemplate his life... and came up with the conclusion that it sucked. First an empty tank, then his (sassy looking, if he said so himself) armor was ruined, and now he was embarrassing himself (farther) in front of the first cybertronian he'd met in months. Great way to leave a lasting impression, Thunders'.
Then he began to laugh it off, sitting up, legs splayed out and hands on his knees, back curled as he laughed a fit into his thighs, shoulders shaking.
”’Bout you?”
The question ceased all the laughter from Thunderstruck, and he looked up from his legs and said "Just call me T."
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 12:31:59 GMT -5
"Well, then, Solarfeuer, had a lovely time. No really. First a race and then a fight! Hadn't had either of those in a long time."
Feuer’s jaw tightened into a scowl as he sent short death glares toward the other mech. ”I said Feuer would work just fine, didn’t I?” He muttered more to himself, not wanting to agitate the other again. Getting back into a fight was not his preferred choice of action.
His optics shot up at the loud crack which filled the air, watching his ‘new friend’ fall back because of the broken tree, splaying across the ground with a sort of ‘given up’ air. For a second Feuer wondered if the explosion had done more damage than just dirty the silver armor. ”You ok…?” He asked just as the mech burst into a strange fit of laughter.
Awkwardly he chuckled along with the bot, wondering about the other’s sanity before realizing that he himself was not the sanest bot. So it didn’t really matter anyway.
"Just call me T."
”Mistah T?” He asked with a grin, covering up his displeasure that the other had not disclosed his full name.
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Post by Slug on Aug 14, 2009 13:04:23 GMT -5
Mistah T? Solarfeuer seemed to grin at him, and Thunderstruck couldn't help but grin back, grinning from audio to audio as he nodded an affirmative. "Mistah T. He echoed, liking the sound of it on his tonuge. With a shrug, Thunderstruck stood, dusting almost all the soot off him, though some stubbornly clinged to him like a darkened leech.
"I'll play your game if you play mine." He suddenly said, eyeing Solarfeuer with a odd smirk. "Ten questions for each of us. You answer mine truthfully, and I'll tell you my name." He said. "And if I answer yours truthfully, then you tell me something embarrassing about yourself. If you do, I'll throw in one of my own secrets." He stated.
"'Course, you don't gotta if you dun wanna. Just a suggestion." He said simply, digging through his subspace pocket again.
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 13:14:06 GMT -5
He had to admit, a game sounded mighty fantastic right now. It’d get his mind off of the obvious danger they were in, sitting in the middle of a burnt down park. It would also give him more time to rest before he took off, he thought. Besides, it wasn’t like the other mech was bad company… ignoring their previous spat, of course.
Feuer listened to the rules, nodding slowly the whole time. He was silent after the T guy finished speaking, tossing a strange look as he mulled over questions he could ask and secrets he could tell. ”It’s a stupid game,” he said finally. ”Let’s do this.”
He was suddenly very determined to learn the other mech’s actually name and a secret or something. His arms crossed over each other and Feuer gave T a harsh stare. ”Who goes first, bud?”
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Post by Slug on Aug 14, 2009 13:23:40 GMT -5
”Who goes first, bud?”
"You." Thunderstruck answered, lip twitching at "bud". He pulled out a device from his subspace pocket finally, waving it around a bit. "I'm sure you know what this is." Yeah, another thing you stole. The little voice in the back of his CPU laughed, and heard a round of applause. Face screwing up at the oddness of it all, Thunderstruck ignored the voice and merely replied Least the things I steal come in handy, you aft. and grinned at Solarfeuer.
"It's a Lie Detector. Got it from a friend." He said smoothly, then the Lie detector suddenly beeped angrily at him, crying "liar liar liar liar liar liar liar li--!". With a scowl, he shut it off, finally realizing he left it on all this time.
"...At least we know it works." He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head again. Then added "If you lie, then you gotta keep answering until you say the truth. Simple stuff, really. It won't shut up until it hears the truth. Or you can just shut it off. But where is the fun in that?" He said cheekily, tossing the lie detector up in the air, then catching it. "If you tell the truth, it'll simply say "Truth". Nuff' said. Now, ask me a question." He said, optics glowing.
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 14:09:55 GMT -5
When you’ve got an annoying lie detector bleeping at every not-truth spoken you feel pretty inclined to speak the truth. Feuer eyed the piece of machinery warily, not liking that fact that because of this he could be forced to give up some pretty juicy stuff. Optics flickering between the bot and his (stolen) item, Feuer actually felt nervous.
Being nervous sucked.
"If you tell the truth, it'll simply say "Truth". Nuff' said. Now, ask me a question."
”A… question?” He said softly, pondering over questions he could ask. In all honesty he just wanted to know the others name. But that information had been offered as reward for complying with the game, it was definitely off limits. Head now resting on his open hand, Feuer looked over the sooty bot, trying to see if any obvious hidden thoughts spoke out to him.
”Ya’ don’t seem ta’ have a fraction,” he announced. ”You a Autobot gone rogue or a pansy Decepticon or somethin’?”
What a waste of a question.
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Post by Slug on Aug 14, 2009 14:41:22 GMT -5
A... question?
"Yeah. I'm sure you know what that is, right? Or do I need to educate you?" Despite his rude response, he was grinning at Solarfeuer, indicating that it was just another idiot try at being funny, not insulting. Thunderstruck turned on the lie detector as Solarfeuer parted his mouth to add ”Ya’ don’t seem ta’ have a fraction,” The mech said, eyeing his device warrily. ”You a Autobot gone rogue or a pansy Decepticon or somethin’?”
"Neither." Thunderstruck replied, and the device in his hand slipped in a smooth "truth!". Lip twitching, Thunderstruck messed with the device for a few moments, then said "I'm an idiot." He said to the device, hoping it would beep angrily at him. Instead, a woman's voice-- instead of the annoying one before-- purred "truth!". Thunderstruck scowled at the lie detector. "I changed it's voice tone. It shouldn't be so annoying now." He sulked, tossing the device to Solarfeuer.
"My turn. What... is your favorite colour?" He asked lamely, wiping away some more soot from his optics with a pout. "And don't judge my questions, K? I didn't think ahead of what to ask." He seemed to have whined this-- just the slightest, though it was still a whine nonetheless.
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 14, 2009 15:08:53 GMT -5
He smiled softly when he heard the lie detector speak ‘truth’ in that annoying voice. It was pleasing to know this guy had never sided with any fractions. Made it easy for Feuer to relax and not worry that a Decepticon was going to come out of no where and demand he join up. His smile erupted into laughter as the now-female voice just confirmed that the other mech really was an idiot.
It wasn’t like he really needed a lie detector to tell him that, but it was nice to hear it confirmed.
"My turn. What... is your favorite colour?"
”Stupid question,” he muttered just as the other one pouted about not judging his questions. Oh well, too late. But the question did hit Feuer. Everyone had a favorite color, right? He shouldn’t be any different. Colors flashing through his processor, the orange bot tried to find one that really appealed to him.
No luck. ”…I don’t have one?” He offered to the machine. To his dismay the female voice replied back with a flirtatious That’s a lie, sweetie. His optics twitched. So apparently he did have a favorite. ”Orange?” He tried, feeling like a fool. Again he was denied. ”Fuckin’ thing is busted, I really don’t have a favorite color.”
’Truth’
Feuer wanted to blow it up.
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Post by Slug on Aug 14, 2009 15:18:35 GMT -5
As Solarfeuer laughed at him, Thunderstruck then giggled feverishly at the other cybertronian when he was denied multiple times by the lie detector, he then began to laugh hard when it finally said truth, falling onto his aft. "Pfffft-- chrah rah rah rah rah! Thunderstruck's engine chanted out, the little voice from earlier laughing with him.
Then he choked on his laughter at the expression Solarfeuer gave the device.
He looked ready to stick one of his bombs on it and use it as a test subject.
Raising his hands in defense, Thunderstruck said "Easy now, 'Feuer. Just doing what it was created to do. How would you feel if you were destroyed for what you were made to do?" He soothed, or tried to, then clapped his hands and said "Gimme don't get, but I don't give a flip. Gimme gimme gimme!" He said childishly, optics lighting up at the thought of another question.
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