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Post by prowl on Aug 23, 2009 21:25:36 GMT -5
solarscream stared with slight fascination as the scene played out before her, watching as the mechs around her argued and bickered. she almost panicked as blitzwing made as if to charge head-on at the bars, she rose and took two steps forward herself, opening her mouth as if to call out to stop him when she saw that hesitation as he took two steps, then fell over. that call turned into a laugh, which she tried to disguise and coughed, but choked on the said cough. she was almost recovered when she realized that if she wanted something done well, she'd have to do it herself.
her coughing apparently redoubled, and she stumbled forward a little, keeling to one knee quite abruptly. her acting proved flawless as she prompted commands in her processor, making her already blue-toned face go ashenly pale and stricken. her knee seemed to give out beneath her, almost slapping her face-first onto the floor, but her arms flailed and she landed heavily on her elbows, pushing upward as if trying to rise, before they shook fleetingly and gave out too, putting her cold against the floor, where she curled into a fetal position, digits clutching and grating with a fevered frenzy against her midsection. her face was the epitomy of agony, normally vibrant crimson eyes screwed up tightly as she writhed on the cold stone floor.
mentally, she was quite somewhere else, back in the days when she'd shared rooms with the more liar-prone starscream clones. remembering as she acquired the talents of the liars, using it to her advantage with her evident sexuality, getting her way. with the lying, there had come the acting, which she considered the "ability to pull off the lie". it almost made her smirk, but she'd long ago steeled herself from showing true emotion in her act and hiding it deep within in a dark place.
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Post by Fallout on Aug 27, 2009 21:14:13 GMT -5
Jetfire's optics widened as he watched Solarscream practically keel over. He moved forward to the energy screen in front of her cell and peeked warily through it.
'Yes, she is definitely being sick.' He thought and glanced at his brother. Jetstorm moved to stand next to his twin. "Maybe it was something in the energon?" Jetfire suggested, and his brother shrugged.
"Well... we must be taking her to medic." Jetstorm replied warily, remembering all too clearly the time the clone had tried to attack them, and when her predecessor had tried to destroy the two in a virtual reality. Hesitantly, he opened her cell, silently reminding himself that no matter what Sentinel said, they were all bots and she needed medical attention. And he and his brother could take her on anyway.
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Post by nachtsider on Sept 5, 2009 6:48:46 GMT -5
The sudden bout of coughing and hacking from Solarscream's cell told Blitzwing there was no further time to grouse. His new partner in crime had evidently decided to get the ball rolling, and was once again putting those acting skills to impressive use. But her restraints meant that she could not carry the effort alone; it was up to him to follow suit and hence divide the guards' attention. With each of them taking on one Autobot, the odds of their prevailing would be higher.
"The time has come," muttered the triple-changer, steeling himself for an epic act of agony to at least equal Solarscream's, "tO tALk oF mAnY tHiNgS! oF sHoEs aNd sHiPs aNd SeALinG-wAx! oF cAbBaGeS aNd kInGs!"
Raising himself on his hands and knees as if trying to laboriously get to his feet, Blitzwing let out a long, low groan and allowed his limbs to give way beneath him. His chest and shoulders heaved and shuddered as the groan repeated, grew louder and metamorphosed into a series of wheezing, gasping and retching noises that sounded like the tortured chorus of half-a-dozen sick car engines.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?" he bellowed amid his paroxysms of pretend pain, features contorted and clutching at his side. "mY eNeRgOn sToRaGe rEaCtOr'S feELiNg fUnNy, aNd i dOn'T mEaN 'hA-hA-hA' fUnNy!"
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Post by Fallout on Sept 7, 2009 12:32:56 GMT -5
Oh great. Jetstorm thought, turning. Now Three-Face is sick also. [/i] He nodded at Jetfire and went over to unlock Blitzwing's cell as well. He was keeping the code to unlock the doors in his visor, and therefore Jetfire could not open them. The code flashed from his visor onto the door, which opened instantly. He tugged it open the rest of the way and knelt beside Blitzwing, grabbing his arm to lift him up.[/blockquote]
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Post by Landicon on Sept 25, 2009 15:06:23 GMT -5
"What in the Allspark are they doing?" Freezer walked closer to the energon bars to see what was happening. While he leaned even closer to the bars he didnt notice his hand make contact with the energy beams. huh... where is that smoke coming from? "OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Freezer stared at his now smoldering hand with a clean burn mark about 4 inches deep in his hand. " OW OW OW OW OW OW!!!!! make it stop! Someone! nurse somebody please make it stop!!!!! Freezer now clutched his hand screaming at the top of his voice synthesizer.
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Post by Slug on Oct 9, 2009 18:20:04 GMT -5
--You can't even have a conversation without one or the other interrupting let alone walk in a straight line!
Ebon made a rather atrocious noise of anger in the back of his throat, Twoface leaping to his feet faster than you could say ho'snap. "You're just jealous!" He retorted childishly, glaring at Freezer Burn through the bars. Then he voice got deeper-- more darker, lone green optic flashing. "You're a lonely, bitter thing who has no one like himself for comfort!" He ended the last word with a snarl, the sound gritty and dragged out.
"And for your information, we do not walk in straight lines, nor try to. We walk in circles-- around you." Ivor murmured smoothly, his face tightening into a scowl. "So I advise you to watch your back, child; you never know when someone might..." Twoface leaned forward a little, his faceplates adopting a strange, almost alien blue tint to them from the energon bar's glow. "Strike."[/b] Ivor and Ebon whispered, Twoface's optics dimming to a black.
For a while, Twoface stood like that, leaned forward and optics off; it was only a few moments later that the mech's face split into a grin, teeth glinting under the energon's light. "We hope to see you again-- when I am not caged. Then, we shall show you that we know how to "improvise." Ebon cooed, almost cutely, at Freezer Burn, waggling his fingers in a mock "goodbye".
Twoface was then startled by a sudden train of violent coughing, the mech shifting his gaze from Freezer Burn to Solarscream, optics squinting as the femme curiously, before widening as she collapsed, then curled into a tight little ball. Twoface-- both Ivor and Ebon-- wanted to laugh at the scene. Did the femme really think that her antics would work? Honestly, even he didn't underestimate the Autobot's intelligence-- at least, not too much.
Twoface's attention was then snagged by Blitzwing, who began making the most... disturbing noises. He then winced at the triple-changer's yell, then winced once more and slapped his hands over his audios as Freezer Burn began screaming, absolutely baffling the experiment.
"By the pit-- is it Doom's Day already? THE HUMANS SAID IT WOULD START ON 2012, THOUGH!" Ebon cackled over Freezer Burn's pleads, then flinching at his own tone. Everything was going down hill-- the decepticon's were, as the fleshies said, "wigging out". Whatever it was, it was making Twoface nervous-- he wanted no part of this... this bruhaha.
It's the energon, Ivor whispered to Ebon through their connection. Those combiners infected it. He added, Twoface turning his head sharply to look at the twin that was helping the clone up. Paling just the slightest, Twoface turned his gaze at the untouched energon on his cell's floor, then gave it a hard kick, sending it flying through inbetween his cell's bars.
"Infecting our energon, now, Autobots? You are lower than those who created you, little jets-- I had thought you were better than those others." Ivor jibed coolly.
Yes. Twoface was mad. No. Positively pissed. He hated to admit it to himself, but truthfully... he had grown to trust the combiners-- just a little. But now it felt like Xanthos all over again-- he, too, had trusted the scientists. And then they go and try to split him apart. Now, for sure he had believed the little jets would understand... but it seems it was simply not meant to be. Twoface, with rage coursing it's way through his systems, purred with vigor that of a cat's,
"Are you what they made you, little jets? Freaks?"
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Post by Fallout on Oct 9, 2009 19:07:55 GMT -5
"Infecting our energon, now, Autobots? You are lower than those who created you, little jets-- I had thought you were better than those others."
Jetfire turned his eyes on the speaker- Twoface. His eyes widened. "No, no, we are having no reason to do such things!"
"Are you what they made you, little jets? Freaks?"
Jetfire flinched, while Jetstorm straightened. They had sympathized with Twoface and Blitzwing's situations, because they, too, were victims of a horrible science. Sure, the Decepticons hated the twins, but at least they had a perfectly good reason too, unlike most of the Autobots they encountered.
"Why would we infect your slagging energon?" Jetstorm hissed, using the curse word despite Jetfire's request for him not to. "If anyone would, it is the Elite Guard who are running this whole place! Not two of their unwilling experiments! Their slaves."
Jetfire's eyes flashed as he turned to his brother. "I will not be believing that that is what we are! Be silent, brother! We have a job to do! A job we have chosen to do!"
Jetstorm glared at his twin a moment more before turning back to Blitzwing, hiding the emotions of the moment from his other half.
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Post by Landicon on Oct 10, 2009 8:11:01 GMT -5
Freezer now with a 4 inch burn in his hand finally stopped yelling and looked around to see if Solar had made her move yet. Oh come on! I need to check on my babies to see if those Autobot scum decided to claim it back or use it against us!
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Post by nachtsider on Oct 16, 2009 23:32:28 GMT -5
Jetstorm opening the cell door was all Blitzwing had been hoping for. But for the Autobot to enter and approach to within striking distance? The triple-changer's scheme was working better than he thought it would. "I have you now," he thought, steeling himself to lunge while maintaining the charade up until the very last moment. To ruin all he - and Solarscream - had worked for would certainly not do.
Another sudden tirade of insults from Two-Face diverted Jetstorm's attention and Blitzwing now had all the opportunity he needed. Seriously, that kid was a Spark-send. "BET THIS WASN'T PART OF THE JOB DESCRIPTION!" he roared ferociously enough to turn a youth's hair gray, injecting every ounce of strength he had into a vicious tackle aimed squarely at his opponent's midsection. "tWiNkiE hOuSe!"
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