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Post by nachtsider on Jan 21, 2010 1:00:24 GMT -5
OOC: This here's a party for just two participants, namely myself (Nachtsider) and Slug. All others are free to gawk and gape at the madness unfolding within, though.
Cybertron's coldly glowing sphere hung over the tiny moon's cratered ridgelines like a humungous hunk of metal.
It was a very insignificant piece of real estate to be graced by the presence of so impressive a home planet.
Beggars, however, could not be choosers. Especially those on the run from a maximum security prison, urgently requiring refuge and recuperation to boot.
"Well, it's barren, ugly and turbofoxes have used it for a toilet," observed Blitzwing as he and Sunstorm surveyed the terrain from a clifftop. "The energon seams are exhausted, and the caverns could easily cave in on us at any moment."
"So you don't like it, oh potent purple one?" inquired the yellow clone.
"Don't like it? DON'T LIKE IT? i'M cRaZy FoR iT! aHaHaHaHaHa! Now run along on your security patrol before I think of something funny to do with you."
"At once, oh brilliant berserker, oh three-countenanced scourge of the battlefield."
"FINALLY," muttered the triple changer as soon as Sunstorm's sleek form and incessant toadying disappeared over the horizon. "IT WAS ALL I COULD DO TO KEEP FROM SHUTTING HIS SICKENINGLY SYCOPHANT VOCAL PROCESSOR UP."
Spotting a familiar, lanky, two-toned mech sitting several hundred yards away, Blitzwing trudged towards it, eager for a change of company now that the opportunity presented itself.
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Post by Slug on Jan 21, 2010 2:00:57 GMT -5
They glittered in the darkness, trapped in it's endless black like the hope in Pandora's box. But despite their chains, they forever shined, as if freedom was just right around the corner, waiting for the right moment to break them of their bonds.
Sometimes Twoface wished he could be just as optimistic as those stars-- which, to him, was sad. A star? Optimistic? Since when did stars have personalities?!
"You're old as dirt, dirt, and more dirt!" The mech suddenly crowed, shaking a fist angrily at the stars before he found himself in a fit of laughter, his amusement clear for all to hear, though admitively... hysterical.
Twoface, a few moments later, sobered. "...How old are we, Ivor?" Twoface whispered to himself, tilting his head to the side as he stared thoughtfully at the ground.
Another, more softer voice answered him.
"I do not know, Ebon." 'Ivor', the white part of Twoface, replied, his words full of confusion. "Why do you ask?" Ivor cautiously asked in return, one corner of Twoface's lip curving downwards in a slanted frown.
"...Curiousity killed the cat!" The black part of Twoface snarled, though strangely his tone was not aggressive, but more sad, as if the thought of a dead feline was too much for the mech.
The sound of footsteps, however, brightened Twoface's mismatched optics considerably, betraying the suspicions of Ebon's earlier emotions.
Raising his head, one corner of Twoface's lip's curled upward in a semi-grin, though all together, it looked like Twoface was trying to smile, but his face seemed a little strained-- as if something was on his mind, distracting him.
"Yes...?" Ivor asked curiously, staring up at an all-too-familiar mech-- ...a mech that Twoface did not know the name of, oddly. "What do you want?!" Ebon barked, then let loose a feverish giggle, rolling his shoulders as he did so, which made loud, scraping noises as the gears inside them rubbed against each other.
Suddenly, Twoface stiffened, optics flickering before shutting off entirely.
After a few moments of silence, Ivor spoke. "Forgive Ebon. He's been twitchy ever since... escaping." He admitted, voice smooth as his optics flickered back on, watching the mech before them warily.
"...Then again, I am, too."
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Post by nachtsider on Jan 28, 2010 16:18:48 GMT -5
Ebon and Ivor's conversation brought a song to Blitzwing's splintered mind - one he had heard on Earth while monitoring radio traffic. How did it go again? I'm older than I look, I see the man staring at my I.D.
He reads my face and studies lines, no plagiarizing
No copyright. I'm right before your very eyes
When you say my name I'm suddenly I'm young again
Young as he thinks I am...The kid was an enigma, and one that intrigued. It wasn't every day that Blitzwing ran into someone like himself; now would be the perfect opportunity to finally relish a conversation with an equal. "What do I want? WHAT DO I WANT? The same as what everyone wants, of course. aNd tHaT wOulD bE wHaT i dOn'T nEeD. mY bAnK oVeRdRaFt hAs a bOnE aS eNoRmOuS aS iTsElf tO pIcK wItH mE oVeR tHaT oNe." Noting that Twoface was a bundle of nerves, Blitzwing unclipped a flask from his waist, popped the lid and passed it to his companion. Pink vapor swirled forth from the decanter like smoke from a witch's cauldron. "TOOK THIS FROM MACCADAM'S OLD OIL HOUSE WHEN WE WERE HIGH-TAILING IT OUT OF THE STOCKADE AND THROUGH CYBERTRON. I REMEMBER HOW DOWNING THREE SHOTS OF THIS TORPEDO JUICE BEFORE I TOOK A SEAT AT JACKPOT'S HOLO-POKER TABLE ALWAYS HONED MY KILLER INSTINCTS. tHiS sTuFf's tHe kInG oF bReWs - jUsT aSk tHe eXpErTs aT wWw.iAmDrUnK.com! NOW TAKE IT BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND, SWALLOW IT MYSELF AND UNLEASH THE GREMLIN WITHIN. oH wAiT - hE's aLwAyS oN tHe lOosE aNyWay! aHaHaHa!" |
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Post by Slug on Feb 24, 2010 21:09:54 GMT -5
"What do I want? WHAT DO I WANT? The same as what everyone wants, of course. aNd tHaT wOulD bE wHaT i dOn'T nEeD. mY bAnK oVeRdRaFt hAs a bOnE aS eNoRmOuS aS iTsElf tO pIcK wItH mE oVeR tHaT oNe."Ebon sputtered with laughter, chaotic and free. "It hurts to need, but not to want!" He cackled, optic bright. Even Ivor's side smiled-- just slightly-- at the Decepticon's antics. Twoface's attention returned to the three-faced mech when he started speaking again, though Twoface's optics were mostly on the flask that the other cybertronian unclipped from his waist. "TOOK THIS FROM MACCADAM'S OLD OIL HOUSE WHEN WE WERE HIGH-TAILING IT OUT OF THE STOCKADE AND THROUGH CYBERTRON. I REMEMBER HOW DOWNING THREE SHOTS OF THIS TORPEDO JUICE BEFORE I TOOK A SEAT AT JACKPOT'S HOLO-POKER TABLE ALWAYS HONED MY KILLER INSTINCTS. tHiS sTuFf's tHe kInG oF bReWs - jUsT aSk tHe eXpErTs aT wWw.iAmDrUnK.com! NOW TAKE IT BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND, SWALLOW IT MYSELF AND UNLEASH THE GREMLIN WITHIN. oH wAiT - hE's aLwAyS oN tHe lOosE aNyWay! aHaHaHa!"Twoface stared at the flask for a moment, cautiously eying the vapor that rose from it. "Thank you, but it isn't necessary-- GIMME!" Ivor began as he leaned forward to give the flask back, but Ebon quickly interrupted him, snatching the flask from Ivor eagerly. He downed it in one go. Ivor's optic widened considerably, then flickered violently, and Twoface himself shook as shudders racked his body. For a moment, it seemed like Ivor would explode, but the physical spasms ended as quickly as they started. Silence. "...He... heeey," Ivor suddenly slurred, optic dulling slightly. "I t-told youuuu no thanks." He accused weakly, though there was amusement in his garbled tone. Ebon couldn't help but wonder if his other half had finally got his wires crossed. |
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Post by nachtsider on Feb 24, 2010 21:40:37 GMT -5
"aNd nOnE aRe nEcEsSaRy - aLwAyS hApPy tO sPrEaD tHe gOoD cHeEr!" Blitzwing smiled beatifically before bursting into a fit of giggling, which faded as soon as his icy side took over.
He's new to drinking, for spark's sake. "I think we're sufficiently mellow now," he said, gently prying the flask from Two-Face's digits. Depositing his aft on a rock next to his intoxicated companion, he went on: "What of your needs and wants, my friend? A credit for your thoughts - cHa-cHiNg!"
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Post by Slug on Feb 24, 2010 22:28:22 GMT -5
"I think we're sufficiently mellow now,"Ebon actually growled at the Decepticon, immediately on guard. His other half was drunk! They were vulnerable. This was definitely not good. Tensing as the triple-changer sat besides him, Ebon glowered at the mech for a moment, as if blaming him for his other half's condition, completely forgetting-- or was it denial?-- that it was he who had caused Ivor's little... issue. But this would come to pass. Right? "What of your needs and wants, my friend? A credit for your thoughts - cHa-cHiNg!""Just because Ivor is drunk, does not mean that I am." Ebon grumped, the corner of his lip turning down in a half-scowl. 'Don't answer him, Ivor!' Ebon barked through their mental link, praying to the Unmaker that his other half would listen. He did not. "M-my neeeds?" A hiccup. "I t-think--" Another hiccup. "I NEED A WASH." Ivor laughed, looking down at his dirty and scuffed armor. Ebon relaxed, relieved that Ivor wasn't going to say anything personal. It was obvious his other half was too drunk out of his CPU to actually focus. He couldn't help but find it odd, though, how their roles had swapped around. Him, Ebon, being the serious, and Ivor... Well, Ivor was just drunk. "And my wants?" Ivor suddenly murmured, suddenly calm as he leaned closer to the Decepticon, optic narrowed. "...Cha-ching!" He blurted cheerfully, optic bright. "A credit for my thought, a credit for my thought." Ivor parroted, grinning crookedly at the other mech before leaning away. "We are not your friend." Ebon spoke up, tone gravelly. "Denial is the first step to acceptance, dear Ebon!" Ivor sang, swaying from side to side, almost bumping into his triple-changing 'friend'. If it was possible, Ebon's scowl would have deepened. |
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Post by nachtsider on Mar 17, 2010 0:57:16 GMT -5
"Friendship," mused Blitzwing, "a quality said to be composed of a single spark inhabiting two bodies." He paused briefly and chuckled. "In light of our anomalous nature - fractured sparks inhabiting single bodies - I suppose you are right; that doesn't quite make us friends. I would like to think that all that has happened at least makes us something, however."
Another interlude as Blitzwing gazed out onto the barren landscape, the sounds of a distant dust storm echoing across the rocky plains. It sounded eerily like the melancholy sighing of a female voice. Was this dying moon spending its dwindling twilight cycles wistfully remembering its golden youth? Just like that other number he had heard on Earth. Those humans may have been a race of annoying insects, but he had to admit, they sure composed beautiful music:
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again...
Harboring such fanciful thoughts was stupid, of course. Especially when there were more important matters to be dwelling on, such as what Random presently decided to put into action.
"aBoUt tHaT wAsH," he said, producing another flask of Energon brew seemingly out of nowhere and dousing Twoface with its contents with a deft flick of his wrist. "bAtHtImE, bUdDy-bOy! aHaHaHaHa!"
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