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Devious Continued--

Aug 03, 2010 23:21

WHO: Transtech Shockwave; Jonathan
WHAT: Scientific Interrogations progress, and much learning is had by all...
WHERE: Shockwave's super-secret lab: Zoneless
WHEN: Back before his unlocked journal post
WARNINGS/NOTES:

I WARN YOU FOR SCIENCE.

( You toss in a word; and I'm your villain. )

siwbi | doctor impossible, npc | shockwave

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zetabeamguy August 4 2010, 04:08:25 UTC

Getting knocked unconscious and being dragged to God-knows-where was not how he planned on spending his day. There he had been, in a park of all places, minding his own business. He hadn't even been doing anything evil. He was just there.

And, even as his vision was going black, he could kick himself for becoming overconfident. Complacent. Someone had gotten to him, and it was his own damn fault for not being better prepared. Anonymity had spoiled him.

Then, something shifted, and everything went dark.

Who knows how long he'd been out cold. Who knew where he even was. Well, he reasoned as he began the lazy journey back to consciousness, he would find out soon enough. He stirred, his mind feeling its way through the haze left over by the gas.

It only took two words to clear away the fog entirely. Two words and he was wide awake, sitting bolt upright, squinting into too-bright lights, and trying to locate his briefcase and the Zeta Staff therein.

Doctor Impossible.Somebody knew him. Not Jonathan, the perhaps too-smart, occasionally ( ... )

decidedlyamoral August 4 2010, 04:22:59 UTC

“I am hardly hiding, Dr. Impossible,” said Shockwave calmly. “Simply turn around.”

He tilted his head slightly, the mechanics of his one optic sensor opening a little wider, examining the other being in multiple spectra. Seeing through him.

“I am afraid your Zeta Staff has been confiscated. I cannot have you doing undue damage to my laboratory. That would be most undesirable for both of us, I assure you.”

He stepped foreward - one small step, but the gesture was enough to give the full sense of his height. Granted, as far as his race went, he was only of a medium stature, and Jonathan was no doubt used to such sights by now... but there was something about the shifting plates, the barely-visible organic components, and the unnatural green glow from between his plates that always made Shockwave more than slightly sinister.

“A fascinating piece of technology, though. Exquisitely crafted - better, even, than most Cybertronian weapons. Versatile, useful, and deadly, all at once.He waved one of his claws, an almost delicate gesture ( ... )

zetabeamguy August 4 2010, 04:58:38 UTC

He did turn around when prompted, a sudden, jarring movement that frankly would have looked better if he'd been wearing a cape. Blue eyes narrowed as he looked up, up into the face- the optic- of his captor.

To be honest, he had an inkling of who he was dealing with before Shockwave had even introduced himself. Magnum had said the name before, indicating that the Minister of Science was indeed behind the Nexus'... stranger happenings.

As he watched the Trans-tech move, listened to him talk- he was truly flattered by the compliment, though he made sure not to show it- he realized, suddenly, that this is what it felt like to be on the other end of one of his own schemes. Now he was the kidnappee instead of the kidnapper.

Something about that thought struck him as utterly hilarious, and he laughed. It wasn't his usual maniacal, fear-me-I-have-just-taken-over-the-world laugh. It was a laugh of someone who had found something truly and genuinely funny- he didn't even know he was capable of such things anymore ( ... )

decidedlyamoral August 4 2010, 05:31:47 UTC

That reaction was not expected. He was so used to his captives demanding things of him, screaming and flailing and struggling that mirth... mirth seemed so out of place.

He considered Jonathan's point. As incapable of sparing the theatrics...

His headplates shifted, his antennae perking up - those that knew him might recognize the gesture as one of his exceedingly rare approximations of a smile.

“You have me placed well, Dr. Impossible,” he said. With a gesture and a mental command, he summoned a chair constructed of the same force that the walls surrounding his captive were made of - one for himself, one for Jonathan, along with a table for both of them. “Since I began to study your world I have often wondered if my own people suffer from that same affliction which plagues your world - this, what was it. Malign hypercognition disorder. The Allspark knows my old master was prone to grandiose theatrics, and myself, well. I was nearly executed for my own first attempt, and now I must scrip and kowtow to those fools in the High ( ... )

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