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Post by Kelly on Aug 18, 2009 13:14:32 GMT -5
Spade had the strongest urge to slap the orange mech and yell ‘Get a grip, man!’. But she didn’t, it would come off as rude if she did. Right now the femmebot did not want to cause the neutral mech to freak out anymore than he already was. Slapping him would probably only trigger the few remaining ‘sane levels’ he had.
Instead Spade took the slightest step back, waiting for Feuer to finish spazing at her before she spoke, her voice soft and light. “I don’t want anything from you; I just want to help you.” She tried to sound sincere because she was; really all she wanted was to see the other patched up now.
"Step away from thee Feuer and no bot is gonna get hurt."
She was too late in noticing the spear point pressed too close for comfort to her face. Spade didn’t move, not wanting to jerk the weapon so that it caused damage. She definitely did not expect yet another bot to come at this point and wondered if Feuer had radioed for unnecessary help.
Slowly she stepped a few paces away from the weapon so she was a safe distance away. Facing the two mechs (well really just Feuer) she smiled weakly. “I did not mean to frighten you, Feuer.” [/blockquote]
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 18, 2009 16:00:38 GMT -5
The thought of bringing more explosives with him had led to Feuer drifting off slightly, remembering the explosion that had just taken place not too long ago. Yes, he guessed it led to him being in this situation somehow, but it was still brilliant. It had been so loud, so bright, so… well there really wasn’t a word for it. And the look on that other mech’s face when he was covered in soot. Now that made his day possibly even more than the explosion.
…Feuer’s head found the brick wall with a harsh clank! when he realized that he had forgotten the others name. And after he had tried to hard to make inferences and put up with the questioning. Ah well, it wasn’t like he was going to bump into the silver robot any time soon.
"Step away from thee Feuer and no bot is gonna get hurt."
”Speak of the devil and he doth appear,” Feuer groaned out, resting a hand over his visor. Actually the appearance of the other mech surprised him greatly. It also caused him to react in numerous ways, none of which he felt were exactly appropriate for the situation.
First he laughed, a sharp, cruel sound that almost made him want to kill a puppy. Then he frowned in thought, trying to figure out why the mech was here in the first place. A few other emotions and reactions ran through him, including a sudden feral animosity toward the green femme who still tried to be nice to him. It all ended with a wicked grin of pride, because between all his thoughts he had finally remembered this others name.
”Stop stalkin’ me, Thunderstruck.” [/blockquote]
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Post by Slug on Aug 18, 2009 16:14:25 GMT -5
Thunderstruck eyed the other warrily when he laughed, then promptly ignored him and turned his attention to the femme. "Listen 'ere, femme. You don't go 'round messin' with neutrals, no matter how "pitiful"--" He shot a grin at Solarfeuer. "They look. And, besides, I'm pretty sure 'Feuer can take care of his own slagged self." Thunderstruck twirled the staff for a moment, contemplating something. Then he snickered, glanced at Solarfeuer, and said "You're yellin' 'cause of this little thing?" He said, pointing his staff at Spade. "Shame on you, Feuer. I thought you were better than that." He giggled, retracting his staff and slipping it into his subspace pocket.
”Stop stalkin’ me, Thunderstruck.”
Thunderstruck merely smiled and turned his radio on; "Hey, you there, I see you over there!"
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Post by Kelly on Aug 18, 2009 16:38:10 GMT -5
Something told Spade that, even if the two mechs knew each other, they weren’t on the best terms. Maybe it was the stalking comment that made her think that, or perhaps it was the whole taunting thing. Either way, Spade had the sudden dislike of the silver Cybertronian who suddenly interrupted on whatever break through she was close to having.
One look at Feuer and you could tell he was losing it, all the different looks he was giving off, including an extremely fierce one to Spade that made her step back a bit. "Listen 'ere, femme. You don't go 'round messin' with neutrals, no matter how "pitiful" they look. And, besides, I'm pretty sure 'Feuer can take care of his own slagged self." It dawned on Spade that perhaps Feuer was in his condition because of this new bot—“Thunderstruck”.
“I was not “messin’” with Feuer. It was obvious—it is obvious—that he needs some help. Incase your optics aren’t working, which I doubt, he is not in the greatest of shapes.” Not only physically but it seemed the bot wasn’t too healthy mentally either. Or maybe it was the injuries getting to Feuer, Spade thought as she turned back to the slumped bot and offered a hand. [/size]
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 18, 2009 18:29:08 GMT -5
Feuer made a very rude hand gesture when the silver mech grinned at him, not amused at all at the jibe to his current state. Not that he was one to talk, but couldn’t the other show some form of— …he stopped his train of thought, not wanting to acknowledge he even wanted the other mech to pay attention. That was a trail he had no wish to go down.
"Shame on you, Feuer. I thought you were better than that."
He sneered at Thunderstruck. ”Ya’ don’t know me very well then. M’not one for a fight nor am I one ta’ hit a femme. ‘Sides girly over here was tryin’ ta’ take me places I don’t wanna go.” It didn’t bother him that he sounded stupid or weak right now, because quite honestly that’s how he felt.
His systems update informed him that the patch job he had done earlier wasn’t going to cut it much longer. And while he had been in worse situations than this one, Feuer wouldn’t flick his nose at the moment. He just needed to get out of there and get to somewhere he could rest and do a better job fixing himself.
Not paying much attention, Feuer accepted the hand that was extended to him, earlier dislike of the femme forgotten as he stood up again.
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Post by Slug on Aug 18, 2009 18:47:18 GMT -5
”Ya’ don’t know me very well then. M’not one for a fight nor am I one ta’ hit a femme. ‘Sides girly over here was tryin’ ta’ take me places I don’t wanna go.”
With a shrug, Thunderstruck replied with a simple "Whatever you say, Fruity Pebbles" and gave the femme an odd look. "No harm done, right, gurlfrand?" He asked with a beam, waggling his fingers at her in greeting. “I was not “messin’” with Feuer. It was obvious—it is obvious—that he needs some help. Incase your optics aren’t working, which I doubt, he is not in the greatest of shapes.”
He merely shrugged off the jibe and said "My optics are fine. Well, no, actually, I think some soot got behind them. But I blame 'Feuer and his bombs." He said, wiping at his optics in reflex. Thunderstruck had always been sensitive about his optics. But today was a good day. Sorta. So he wouldn't do any harm to the femme...
For now.
"Oh wait. You mean that wound he's got?" Thunderstruck couldn't help but grin at Solarfeuer, a soft snicker escaping him.
"He did that do 'imself." ---
ooc: Fail post is fail. :c
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Post by Kelly on Aug 18, 2009 20:10:17 GMT -5
She smiled as the other took her hand, standing up quickly. She kept her arm out in case the other would continue to need it for balance of sorts, though from what she gathered about the orange Cybertronian he wasn’t going to accept her help any longer than he already had.
“But I blame 'Feuer and his bombs."
“Bomb?” She asked quickly, looking between the two mechs for some form of an explanation. It would explain the afore mentioned soot. And the fact that both ‘bots looked fairly dirty and well… sooty. Spade couldn’t recall any warning signs of a bomb having gone off recently, though. Perhaps it was just a small one? Anything large and the humans would have been swarming around the area and all Autobot would definitely have been informed.
"He did that do 'imself."
Spade couldn’t help but giggle. Despite how ‘Thunderstruck’ came off she still found him funny. Plus the fact the Feuer did the damage to himself was just amusing, but if the bomb was anything to go by it made sense. She turned to face the neutral bot, as if looking for confirmation of what the silver one said. [/blockquote]
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 18, 2009 20:40:47 GMT -5
He did release the femme’s arm quickly, standing on his own with only a single glance at the wall he had previously been leaning on. After a few test of his balance Feuer felt comfortable enough to walk, promptly taking a few steps back from the two bots that had both started laughing in some way. Way too much laughing going on behind this store, he thought.
"He did that do 'imself."
Feuer snorted at that. ”While it was my bomb that did it, and yes femme I had a bomb; blew up in the park ‘cause I wanted ta’ do off with this here mech. It was also his ‘ittle spear thing, nicked me right good it did.” He snorted one more time. It wasn’t like the two ones had anything on each other. The shrapnel one was much worse, obviously.
”So if ya’ two are just gonna be makin’ idle chitchat now them I’m gonna head on out. Got some important matters o’ business ta’ attend ta’.” That and he really didn’t want to be around if they started flirting with each other. Glancing between the two other robots Feuer realized how funny of a scene that might actually be. But it would still be an awkward scene which he didn’t want to sit in on. [/blockquote]
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Post by Slug on Aug 20, 2009 13:57:57 GMT -5
Thunderstruck quirked an optic at Solafeuer's snorting and said "I thought pigs went "oink oink", but then again, you don't have to go "oink oink" to be a pig, 'Feuer." He stated matter-of-factly, face plates blank as a sheet of paper, not even a twitch of emotion showing through. I'm getting better at this He mused.
So if ya’ two are just gonna be makin’ idle chitchat now them I’m gonna head on out. Got some important matters o’ business ta’ attend ta’.”
An idea suddenly sprouted in Thunderstruck's mind at Solarfeuer's words. He wanted a rematch for the race he lost, and Thunderstruck had yet to pay him back for sooting up his armor (The shrapnel and spear wounds didn't count, in Thunderstruck's opinion. Not when it was his armor that was the subject).
Inching toward the femme, Thunderstruck leaned forward, cupped his mouth, and began to whisper so low that only the green femme could hear.
"He attacked me, y'know. And he told me 'imself that he liked blowing stuff up. What's stopping him from attacking humans and blowing property up? Nothing, o'course. I say you bring 'im to your base for interrogation before he does anymore damage."
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Post by Kelly on Aug 20, 2009 14:43:30 GMT -5
Spade was a bit surprised that Feuer had indeed set off the bomb that gave him the wound, but she supposed it made sense. Explosives experts (no matter how much skill they had or thought they had) were always at risk for getting injured by their own weapons. It was like some unwritten law, Spade thought.
”So if ya’ two are just gonna be makin’ idle chitchat now them I’m gonna head on out. Got some important matters o’ business ta’ attend ta’.”
Like tending to the wounds, she thought as she watched the mech take a few steps back. Spade guessed she should be heading out too. If Feuer didn’t want any help she would have to head back to base, see if she was needed elsewhere. That and she didn’t feel like spending too much time around the silver mech.
She jumped when she realized that the silver mech was speaking to her, whispering about what damage could come from letting Feuer go. Spade had to admit, bringing Feuer back seemed like the safer choice for everyone. And she could make sure he got the aid he needed for those wounds of his. The fact that she was being told this by another neutral (what did these two have against each other, she wondered) confused her only slightly.
“Feuer,” she said, having a small firearm raise from her armor and point it at the orange bot. “You’re dangerous to the humans who inhabit this planet,” she only felt a little guilty. “I am going to have to take you back to Autobot base.” [/blockquote]
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 20, 2009 20:03:43 GMT -5
Oh, he so called that flirting thing. He would’ve chuckled at it too, but was put off by Thunderstruck’s ‘pig’ comment and just backed away from the two chatty Cybertronians even more. Feuer never was good around other bots, and he did need to head out and find that carwash. The grime was sinking into places he didn’t realize he had and was really, really starting to bother him.
When the silver mech leaned over to whisper in Spade’s ear Feuer decided that he should’ve gone already, not waste time drifting off. He waved, though doubted the two would notice befo-
“I am going to have to take you back to Autobot base.”
He froze where he stood, tossing around his chances of getting out of there before Spade actually shot. It wasn’t like he needed any more damage, Feuer thought with a grimace. Slowly he turned back around to face the green femme, face unreadable until his optics switched to see the other robot. And then he was angry. His fingers clenched and unclenched as he wanted nothing more than to shove some explosives where Thunderstruck wouldn’t like, only to have them blow up before he could get them out. Oh yeah, seeing the bot burst into a million pieces would be suitable revenge for this ordeal.
”You… sick fuck,” he sneered, opting for a more human vocabulary. ”It’s all fun and games for you, isn’t it? You don’t even bother to think about what kind of ramifications come from your actions, so long as it makes you happy. That’s it, right?” He turned back to face Spade, tempted to just rip off the weapon being pointed at him. ”Said it before, I’ll say it again. I’m not going to your silly Autobot base. If I’m so much of a threat then seriously stop me, don’t take orders from an idiot.”
He took off then, transforming quickly and banking the turn away from the back of the store. ”Don’t come looking for me, I will hurt you.” [/blockquote]
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Post by Slug on Aug 20, 2009 20:34:53 GMT -5
Thunderstruck only giggled at Solarfeuer's term "sick fuck", grinning widely. He knew perfectly well what it meant. Spending time on earth had taught him a lot of things, but it was best to ignore than get angry. Anger would get him nowhere. "So?" The tall mech simply responded, as if brushing off the soot on his armor.
”It’s all fun and games for you, isn’t it? You don’t even bother to think about what kind of ramifications come from your actions, so long as it makes you happy. That’s it, right?”
"Right!" He echoed cheerfully, giving Solarfeuer a two-fingered salute. "Yes, yes, yes. But y'see, I think. I just don't care." Thunderstruck added, wiggling his optic ridges at the other mech, unaware of Solarfeuer's hostile thoughts. "Besides, I thought you "didn't care", Bomb-boy." Thunderstruck drawled.
”Said it before, I’ll say it again. I’m not going to your silly Autobot base. If I’m so much of a threat then seriously stop me, don’t take orders from an idiot"
"Said the pot to the kettle." The silver cybertronian slipped in smoothly, and then gave something along the lines of a crazy chortle when Solarfeuer transformed and rolled away, saying ”Don’t come looking for me, I will hurt you.”.
"THAT WASN'T A THREAT, 'FEUER." Thunderstruck called after him, suddenly tempted to chase him and carve the other up with one of his knee gears.
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Post by Kelly on Aug 20, 2009 22:43:30 GMT -5
Spade’s guilt tripled as Feuer spoke, and she regretted pulling out the gun on the orange bot immediately. Even if he may be dangerous, she felt that he wouldn’t actually do anything that would cause anyone harm. Except to maybe Thunderstruck, but that was another story. Her gun lowered slightly, but she still kept it raised, worried that something might break out between the two mechs.
"THAT WASN'T A THREAT, 'FEUER."
While she knew she had no place in their business, Spade couldn’t help wonder what exactly the two had against each other. First Thunderstruck comes in and “saves” Solarfeuer only to mock him and cause the orange mech to completely lose his cool. Perhaps it was just their clashing personalities; perhaps they really had something out for each other. Or maybe Spade should just ask.
“…Why did you do that?” She asked, keeping her optics on Feuer as he retreated. “That was… incredibly stupid. Not to mention rude.” And even if Feuer had told them not to follow, Spade knew she’d be checking up on him later. For his sake, and just to make sure she wasn’t being stupid herself by letting him go. “You’re supposed to be nice to your friends.” [/blockquote]
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Post by [ crow ] on Aug 21, 2009 0:11:19 GMT -5
His speed abruptly slowed as he left the back of the store, now coming on the parking lot. He was going a lot slower than he probably should have, most cars would be pushing it in such an empty lot. But right now going fast didn’t seem all that appealing. Not to Feuer at least, it didn’t matter how much he wanted to get away. Going fast had gotten him into the mess in the first place.
As much as he would hate to admit it, Feuer couldn’t help but think that Thunderstruck was right. If he had cared enough about the whole thing to spaz out like that it meant he had gotten to close. Normally he just would’ve upped and walked away from the femme who tried to take him in. Or get slightly panicky again and sped off like there was no tomorrow. Either way would have been better than what he had done, though.
At least he knew why he had ‘cared too much’. Yeah, Solarfeuer could safely say that the whole thing could be blamed on Thunderstruck. The mech had gotten way too far under his armor. And Feuer absolutely hated it. But more so he hated the fact that Thunderstruck had bothered him enough to actually earn his hatred. Feuer had never actually hated someone before (though he had quite a dislike for some bot he had bumped into a long time ago, the slagger had tried to buy off his specially made bombs…) but there was no other way to explain that feeling that made Feuer want to blow something up.
Something inside him mumbled that he couldn’t possibly hate the other mech though, that would imply he felt feelings toward another being. And feelings, no matter what kind, meant ties to others.
Ew, ties.
His systems check told him (more like nagged him) that he his previous patch job had failed finally. Feuer told it to shut up because there was nothing more he wanted now than to find a decent car wash and get clean. [/blockquote]
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Post by Slug on Aug 21, 2009 1:01:06 GMT -5
“…Why did you do that?”
"'Cause it's fun to mess 'round with 'im." He answered evenly, though inwardly he cringed. He had enough with questions for one day. And he planned on throwing that lie detector away as soon as-- wait. It may be a little busted, but it still had some power in it. For at least... one more question. Or two. Yeah, two seemed right. This femme wasn't as interesting as Solarfeuer was, but it wouldn't hurt to play a short game, would it?
“That was… incredibly stupid. Not to mention rude.”
"We're just messin' with eachother, gurlfrand." Thunderstruck said, shrugging. “You’re supposed to be nice to your friends.”" The femme said, and Thunderstruck resisted snorting, and instead gave her a pathetic look, optics wide, and lip a bit trembling. He probably did look... scruffy. And a bit dazed. Then again, maybe that was just the soot. "Sorry, love. I promise it won't happen again." He said, voice a little meak. If I can get her to trust me, maybe she'll help me find 'Feuer. I've got unfinished business with him. Thunderstruck thought.
He still felt his armor was, if anything, still needed to be repayed for. You don't mess with Thunderstruck's armor, and you'd be fine. O'course, the bot was a bit obsessed with his armor as much as he liked racing, so it wasn't a surprise that Ol' T wanted some payback. Still. If bringing him to the Autobot Base was a nono, then he'd just find something... better. Maybe use make a building collapse on Solarfeuer from one of his own bombs.
Yeah. That sounded good. Now, to put the plan into action...
"Wanna play a game?" Thunderstruck suddenly asked, face innocent. "It'll be real quick. We just ask eachother one question, y'know, to get to know eachother better. I'm sure you're... uneasy 'round me. I didn't mean to be, y'know. Just got all twitchy 'round Solarfeuer. 'Im and his bombs, well, scare me." That wasn't a complete lie. Solarfeuer's bombs did scare him.
And the shrapnel that came with them.
"Then when you're good and ready, can we go find ol' buddy 'Feuer?" He added, looking a little lost. "I forgot to give him his lie detector back." He lie smoothly. "But, y'know, you don't have to." Suddenly a better idea clicked into, when he realized that, the lie detector couldn't possibly take more than two more questions, so it might fritz.
And possibly explode.
Or it would do nothing, because that was a bit farfetched of Thunderstruck to think, but he was willing to take the chance. And, maybe Solarfeuer wouldn't even use it, just throw it away. Or destroy it. It wasn't exactly a happy present. But, then again, Thunderstruck didn't care what the other felt. As long as it blew up in Solarfeuer's face, he was good. But, even though he wanted to see that happen, it was probably best if he wasn't there to witness it. Besides, it would be kinda obvious to know who did what. There really wasn't a need to point fingers; it all lead toward Thunderstruck. But, then again. It might not explode whatsoever. It was a theory of Thunderstruck's, but he would like to test it out.
And if he heard a "boom" somewhere in the city, then, well, that could possibly mean one thing: mission accomplished. Or it could mean that Solarfeuer was just firing off his own bomb, but that only prove his little "He's dangerous, femme" point. Either way, Thunderstruck won. Sorta. It was not a full proof plan, nor was it sane, and it had lots of holes in it's logic. But once more, Thunderstruck was a tad more obsessed then he should be with his armor.
"Actually... could you give it to 'im, femme'?" Thunderstruck coated his voice with sweetnes, but not enough where you would become suspicious. Or so he hoped. "It's a bit obvious that he likes you, y'know? The pet names were a bit of a sign." He added, giggling at "he likes you". More lies, Thunderstruck? Shame on you A part of him whispered, though giggled as well.
If it works... it works.
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