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Post by prowl on Aug 9, 2009 3:44:59 GMT -5
as twoface seemingly distracted the twins further, a smirk graced solarscream's lips as she glanced sideward almost co-conspiratively around before going to make her reply. she noted how freezer burn commented sidewardly about her and blitzwing's interraction, but bluntly ignored him. 'sounds like a plan - but do we let the others know?' she questioned back, a coy smile tweaking her own lips as she mentally thought of that coward sentinel prime quailing before her servos. she flexed them in their bindings experimentally, her wings not far above them creaking as she turned to move them from their aching position.
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Post by Fallout on Aug 9, 2009 21:21:42 GMT -5
Jetfire looked away when Twoface started spazzing, but he was mentally squirming from what he had said. And so was Jetstorm. He had momentarily captured their undivided attention, and now they weren't so sure of themselves. Was the bot right? Was the Elite Guard just going to get rid of them when they were finished with them? When they weren't so necessary anymore? When they were replaced with some willing soul? The two hadn't even been Autobots before the operation, and while they were grateful for the life-saving procedure, they still didn't agree with everything the Autobots stood for.
To distract himself, Jetfire studied Solarscream and Blitzwing's rapid and wholly unnecessary blinking. He moved over to their cells. "Hi, what you doing?"
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Post by Landicon on Aug 10, 2009 15:28:34 GMT -5
oh no Twoface what are you doing? Freezer Burn sat in his cell and watched Twoface what looked he was throwing a fit and then Jetfire walking over to Blitz and Solar asking "Hi, what are you doing?". please say something pointless or at least convincing.
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Post by nachtsider on Aug 10, 2009 16:01:38 GMT -5
"I know him only by reputation," Blitzwing moved his optics to indicate Freezer Burn, "but it is a reputation well-deserved. He is all right. As for the other one..."
Here he stopped short, staring.
The other one.
The strange, black-and-white mech with the bisected face bore no Decepticon insignia, and should therefore have not even warranted Blitzwing's consideration. But his distinctive appearance and fevered babbling of being a victim of Autobot experimentation drew eerie parallels with Blitzwing's own life story, and struck a raw nerve in the triple changer that all three of his selves could not overlook.
This young bot is so much like what I once was, he thought. Stranger status notwithstanding, I cannot leave him to the mercy of the enemy, or the lack of such.
"Hi. What are you doing?"
Shaken out of his reverie by Jetfire's question, Blitzwing shot his captor a sly grin before batting his optics seductively at Solarscream and blowing her sloppy, wet kisses.
"wHaT dOeS iT lOoK lIkE tO yOu?"
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Post by Slug on Aug 10, 2009 23:33:30 GMT -5
Twoface, twitching, felt someone staring at him and glanced between the energon bars on his cell, meeting Blitzwing's gaze. He wasn't looking at him like he was a freak (not that Blitzwing had any room to do so), however, nor was he looking at Twoface with interest. He just... looked thoughtful. Like he was contemplating something. What are you thinking...? Ivor wondered, suddenly finding himself glaring daggers at the Decepticon. About me? Ivor felt Ebon curl his part of their lips back into a grin and was quickly on guard, not liking the thoughts that were flowing through Twoface's CPU. Don't you da-- Ivor started.
"Hohohoho! Like what you see?" Ebon cackled, rolling closer to the bars. "I just bet you do!"
Ivor couldn't help himself but groan, banging his head against the floor, earning a surprised yelp from Ebon. "Silence, Ebon." He hissed against metal tiles, turning his head to the side so he couldn't look at Blitzwing, annoyance flooded his sensors.
Suddenly, odd, wet sounds where heard and Ivor just had to look, raising his optic ridge at the site of Blitzwing making kissy faces at Solarscream. Ebon, on the other hand, gave a short, barking laugh and said "GO GET 'ER, TIGER!", which left Ivor blinking.
What in the pit was a tiger? Shifting through Ebon's memories-- much to the personalitie's chagrin-- Ivor found an odd, orange creature with black stripes sitting in a cage, seeming annoyed by all the little organics staring at it. He couldn't help but wince, suddenly realizing how alike he and the furred beast were. Trapped. Like the prey it hunted; it didn't seem to be... sad, though. Just... annoyed. What was wrong with it? Didn't it want out? To be free?
Racking his CPU, Ivor saw, in Ebon's memories, a little sign outside it's cage.
Bred in captivity...
Ivor frowned, turning away from the energon bars in thought, back to the hallway. We were created... in captivity, weren't we? Ivor asked Ebon.
The other personality was strangely silent.
Are we animals, Ebon? Ivor asked; Twoface suddenly curled into a little ball, giving the slightest of shivers. Are we not meant to be in the outside world? Would we survive long enough?
Nothing.
...What's wrong with us?
There was a long period of silence, then Ebon gave a whisper.
"A lot."
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ooc: I needed something to type and make it look long. xD 'Cause I'm weird like that. e.e I hope it's okay. x-x;
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Post by prowl on Aug 12, 2009 11:05:28 GMT -5
solarscream watched things unfold as twoface seemed to go almost a little crazier, if that were possible, in his attempts to sway jetfire and jetstorm. she had to admit, it was a method she'd not previously considered attempting, having tried it previously with elite guard, she knew they were typically all the same closed, selfrighteous idiots - but then, the twins weren't exactly typical elite guard - they'd had their life plotted out for them, no choice involved. still, though a worthy act of trying to convert them, how ironic it would be for autobots to be the ones responsible for freeing their greatest enemy - they'd do it anyway, whatever the method - nobody could keep decepticons down. the good never fail she thought, thinking of how megatron's righteous attempts of returning the decepticons to their home had never completely backfired.
as she watched, she rolled her eyes a little, to be fair, she was stuck with idiots - or at least ones that were part-idiot, all of those around her had some kind of flaw, be it multiple personalities, twisted minds or some kind of freakish mental or physical disability. whatever, she was normal at least - and as far as she could tell, so was megatron. starscream was a different matter, he made himself suck through his own flaws, the fool, it made her ashamed to be a genetic version of him.
as blitzwing created a coverup with his crazy side solarscream cringed inwardly, uch, now if it had been his intelligent side being vastly dominant and doing such, maybe she wouldn't have minded. she felt a little jolted inwardly as she thought of how in the future, there may be a way to fix blitzwing - not to mention twoface. the autobots had the resources and methods to make them all sane, but they chose to withhold them. still, she'd be expected to reply to his flirtatious actions and convincingly well, she sent a kiss to the air, which would have been done with her hand, were it free, and flitted her optics seductively, coy smile on lips.
in a sense, she was an obviously good-looking bot, but this was often tainted in people's eyes by her similarities to starscream, which was a shame. she'd be legible for romance too, if only the decepticons that were her allies and comrades didn't leave so much more to be desired. anyway, she wasn't sure what to make of blitzwing's response before the interruption - he seemed to drift away about twoface, though she knew that the "never leave an ally behind" rule that she held would not be broken. still, how they'd know was another matter.
she gave a pause in her flitting, just the slightest action to make it known that she was continuing the morse, before flitting again at him 'who's acting contimatinated? you, me or all?' it was a valid question she thought, before turning her optics to jetfire and giving him a coy smile too. she let her stasis cuffs jingle slightly behind her, her optics widening like the organic doe's eye innocently, her suggestion all to embrassingly obvious.
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Post by Fallout on Aug 14, 2009 14:26:25 GMT -5
Jetfire smirked when Blitzwing answered with a few sloppy kisses to Solarscream. Solarscream responded with a few of the ridiculous blinks. 'Ew. Decepticon love.' He thought.
He glanced back at Solarscream, who was once again trying to get him to take her cuffs off. Jetfire shook his head at her mockingly. As much as he hated admitting it, he and his brother were afraid of Starscream, and therefore not likely to fall for any of his clones' tricks.
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Post by nachtsider on Aug 14, 2009 18:48:56 GMT -5
Blitzwing hesitated momentarily, impressed by Solarscream's quick-thinking play-along with the act he had put on. She was a glimmer off Starscream's old spark, all right. And her first-class performance was bringing about strange reactions in him that he was trying his best to beat down, for fear that they would become a distraction. A strange quickening of his generator coils, pulsing in a giddy aortal technobeat. Along with a slew of most unprofessional thoughts.
"aLL pArT oF tHe pLaN, hUh? sUrE cOuLd hAvE fOoLeD mE!"
"AND ME. WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE TO HAVE THAT SLENDER FRAME PINNED BENEA-"
"Manners, Blitzwing. Manners."
Screwing his optics shut and giving the side of his helm a brief thump to clear his head, Blitzwing resumed his covert communication with his newfound comrade. "We are all contaminated after a fashion, my dear," he blinked, smiling a wan smile.
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Post by Landicon on Aug 15, 2009 9:46:43 GMT -5
We gotta get out of here soon if we dont wanna end up like Blitz and that two face bot. And I think I know how. "Hey! Hothead! If I had such a big head as you I would trash the two other glitch-heads and bust outta here!" now all i need is to get 'ol Blitz revved up and maybe he'll blow a gasket.
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Post by prowl on Aug 17, 2009 13:20:13 GMT -5
solarscream listened to blitzwing's response and gave a light sigh of agreement, which she quickly hid as a dreamy, romantic sigh. she couldn't help but feel as though they were playing out a moment of her wishes, just immitating the start of a romance which she so wished had existed with any suitable bot, really. all the same, she wasn't about to announce she really had any fancy to him at all, it wasn't ladylike and besides, till she had any signal that he reciprocated the feeling, she was adamant that the both of them would remain "stictly professional". one could dream, though...
she hesitated for another moment, clearing her thoughts before replying almost numbly to his previous comment, 'your right, of course.' she really did believe he was, of course, she felt as if spending time around the autobots was almost like grime clinging to her paint, sluggish and sickly in it's demeanour, but physically, quite inaffective. she was about to press on with thoughts on the idea when a voice from the cell to her side interrupted her line of thought, but not directed at her, but blitzwing. she had a mixture of feelings at that point - anger and protectiveness, that someone would dare mock blitzwing in order to bring out his other side, which she was not so familiar nor a fan of. then came the worry and dismay, that this might jeopardize their plans, her voice was sharp as she almost whispered to the other cell, 'silence, you fool, you could ruin everything.'
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Post by nachtsider on Aug 17, 2009 14:36:38 GMT -5
Pleasurably lost in the aural panacea of Solarscream's sighs, Blitzwing was most irked upon being jarred back to reality by Freezer Burn's outburst. The bursting of his blissful bubble notwithstanding, Freezer's words irked him. They ran utterly contrary to what he had planned, and he disliked it when well-laid strategy went interrupted. "Just when we were about to let you in on it, too. I'm sorely tempted to exclude you altog-"
"DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT?"
A pause, heavy with dread.
"Hear what?"
"WHAT HE SAID."
Dread building now.
"No. What he said has no merit whatsoever."
"THE PIT IT HASN'T. EVERYTHING'S BEEN ALL TALK AND NO ACTION THUS FAR. A QUICK ESCAPE, PLUS ME GETTING HER ALL TO MYSELF? SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN."
Freezer Burn's goading, along with the promise of pleasure in the cell opposite, had proven too much for Blitzwing's impulsive side to resist. He found himself taking several steps back, preparing to perform a running body-slam into the cell door with all his might.
"Oh, slag."
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Post by Slug on Aug 17, 2009 15:10:44 GMT -5
Ivor, drowsy with thoughts, was jerked from his half-awake status with a obnoxious yell, Ebon snarling back at the yell. The fog of recharge was still in Ivor's CPU, and he gave the tiled floor an annoyed look, as if it was it's fault for waking him.
Ebon, what's the matter? Ivor whispered, inwardly grimacing at all the comotion. Indeed. What the pit was happening?
That little ice freak is messing with the wrong bots! Ebon snapped back, only adding to Ivor's growing confusion. What? Who? Ice freak?
"Freezer Burn..." Ebon answered outloud, warning all. Twoface moved closer to his cellbars for what seemed the upteenth time that day, growling with every inch lost between the hot energon and himself. "Did you just say what I think you just said?" Ebon muttered more to himself then Freezer Burn.
"YOU GOT SOMETHING AGAINST MALFUNCTIONING PERSONALITIES, POPSICLE BOY?" Ebon bellowed, then fell back onto his aft, laughing hysterically. "Popsicle boy, popsicle boy! He's a merry merry merry popsicle boy!"
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Post by Landicon on Aug 17, 2009 16:17:55 GMT -5
Freezer Burn glared at TwoFace . "Hey Twoeyes or whatever your name is I dont have a problem with multifunctioning personalities its your two sides that drive me nuts. You can't even have a conversation without one or the other interupting let alone walk in a straight line! And oh by the way its called improvising try it sometime!" Freezer Burn stood up and focused his optics on Twoface thinking about all the pain he had gone through in that lab and what he could do to TwoFace afterward if he kept this up.
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Post by Fallout on Aug 18, 2009 20:31:55 GMT -5
The twins had moved to the end of the hallway when they heard Freezer Burn taunting Blitzwing. Jetstorm hit the bars of his cage- they couldn't burn him on the outside. "Quiet! You are having no reason to say those things to Three-Face." Both vaguely remembered what the Stockade warden had said about the prisoners taunting each other. He said that would lead to the others getting riled up and blah blah blah. Neither were too keen on listening to the drawling bot.
Jetfire turned and his optics widened at the sight of Blitzwing preparing to make a run for the door. Jetstorm glanced over. "Er... halt?"
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Post by nachtsider on Aug 21, 2009 23:41:50 GMT -5
Two-Face's outburst, Freezer Burn's retort and Jetstorm's attempt to restore order could not have been more timely - or untimely, after a fashion, as we shall see. The sudden cacophony jolted Blitzwing out of the crimson tide of aggression, and what was originally a full-out charge at the door lasted only two steps before he tripped and fell flat on his face.
"I think this is what the humans refer to as being saved by the bell," came the triple-changer's muffled voice from where the floor met his mouth. Or perhaps not, he thought bitterly, hot with embarrassment at the thought of Solarscream having witnessed his shameful loss of mental control from start to finish.
"a-dInG-a-dOnG-a-DiNg! tEe-hEe-hEe!"
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