Void 'verse. Scourge's quarters. Reward for a job well done.
Galvatron: *ghosties over and leaves a reservation for two to a private Multiversal resort on Void-'verse Scourge's table, along with a credit chit for quite a bit of credit*
Scourge: *is distrustful of all holy slag that is a lot of money*
Galvatron: *makes a sound like she's tapping on his door to let him know she's there... of course, she's standing right IN the closed door* Your wages for that little trip you took for me. *yes... it really is a lot*
Scourge: *shivers* Cyc...he's not gonna want me to take this. *isn't saying he won't, mind you*
Galvatron: So kidnap him. It works with mine.
Scourge: O_o I don't think I can do that, he's the better fighter.
Galvatron: Does he like to drink? Or... wait, if you PINpoint while you're close enough to him it'll take him along. *corrupting the innocent?*
Scourge: *is hardly innocent* He might, if I put it to him the right way. *sudden, panicked thought* This isn't a trick, is it?
Galvatron: Nope. *snort* I just took a stint in the slagging Allspark song, and I'm so full of peace and good will that I could purge.
Scourge: *...ew?*
Galvatron: *slight, unmenacing smirk* It's not a trick. You earned it. *Plus the governor of that spaceport that dissed her that time is going to have a hard time explaining where all the revenue he owed to that Mafia boss has gone*
Scourge: ...oh. *seems almost embarassed now, he's never properly earned anything before. And judging by the hefty size of the reward he's left to wonder if he could do it again...without telling Cyclonus, of course*
Galvatron: But anyway. Try the PINpoint thing, or slip some sleeping junk in his energy. The coordinates to the place are on the credit chit.
Scourge: *fiddles with the chit* I'd...I'd have to warn him first. So he won't be too mad.
Galvatron: *shrug* You know the best way to handle him. *fades out of sight for a moment, then notices and grumbles as she reappears... still in the door* I booked one of the private whatever the slag they call 'em, so you don't have to put up with a hord of organics while you're trying to relax. *this is on the reservation... private hut, with a private section of beach*
Scourge: He could use a bit of alone time, yeah... *is wondering what he'd do with himself, really. He hates being such a burden, maybe he could go find some movie to watch while his wingmate relaxes*
Galvatron: *looks at him oddly, but not with any threat to it. It just seems like she's wondering what he's going on about*
Scourge: *attempts to avoid her gaze*
Galvatron: I think he'd rather have you around, if he's anything like mine. Mine's got this compulsive need to know where I am at all times. *snort and smirk*
Scourge: Um, well. *awkwardly tries to find proper words for this* I suppose I'm a little high-maintenance. He needs some time to relax. *and his has a compulsive need too, but it's more to make sure he isn't snatched away again or hurt*
Galvatron: I am too. And mine only relaxes when I sit on him and give him a direct order. There's enough room on that slagging beach for two bots.
Scourge: *respectful chuckle*
Galvatron: *pleased with the chuckle, and credits the being pleased to that zap of goodwill she's surfing on* Energy's included in the reservation. *wistfully* I hear they've got good stuff there.
Scourge: *hopeful little smile* We'll have to try it out, then...
Galvatron: *approving nod, then frowns just a little in a non-angry, non-threatening way* Can I touch you? Just a quick one. I've got to get going before Cyclonus tracks me here.
Scourge: *winces, then gingerly nods and extends an arm to her. She's been nice for one "favor", perhaps it's best to go along with her*
Galvatron: *slips out of the door and tries her best to hug him without sinking into his shell. She wants to do something nice, not read the guy's spark. He still gets to feel the happy good feelings she's got going before she lets go of him*
Scourge: *feels...surprisingly nice, despite the unwanted contact, and a faint smile touches his lips unconsciously*
Galvatron: *gruff patpat on the arm he offered, and then she blinks out of sight, heading for home*
Scourge: *blinkablink* *eyes credit chit thoughtfully...*
((co-written with corruptedhope))
Scourge: *is distrustful of all holy slag that is a lot of money*
Galvatron: *makes a sound like she's tapping on his door to let him know she's there... of course, she's standing right IN the closed door* Your wages for that little trip you took for me. *yes... it really is a lot*
Scourge: *shivers* Cyc...he's not gonna want me to take this. *isn't saying he won't, mind you*
Galvatron: So kidnap him. It works with mine.
Scourge: O_o I don't think I can do that, he's the better fighter.
Galvatron: Does he like to drink? Or... wait, if you PINpoint while you're close enough to him it'll take him along. *corrupting the innocent?*
Scourge: *is hardly innocent* He might, if I put it to him the right way. *sudden, panicked thought* This isn't a trick, is it?
Galvatron: Nope. *snort* I just took a stint in the slagging Allspark song, and I'm so full of peace and good will that I could purge.
Scourge: *...ew?*
Galvatron: *slight, unmenacing smirk* It's not a trick. You earned it. *Plus the governor of that spaceport that dissed her that time is going to have a hard time explaining where all the revenue he owed to that Mafia boss has gone*
Scourge: ...oh. *seems almost embarassed now, he's never properly earned anything before. And judging by the hefty size of the reward he's left to wonder if he could do it again...without telling Cyclonus, of course*
Galvatron: But anyway. Try the PINpoint thing, or slip some sleeping junk in his energy. The coordinates to the place are on the credit chit.
Scourge: *fiddles with the chit* I'd...I'd have to warn him first. So he won't be too mad.
Galvatron: *shrug* You know the best way to handle him. *fades out of sight for a moment, then notices and grumbles as she reappears... still in the door* I booked one of the private whatever the slag they call 'em, so you don't have to put up with a hord of organics while you're trying to relax. *this is on the reservation... private hut, with a private section of beach*
Scourge: He could use a bit of alone time, yeah... *is wondering what he'd do with himself, really. He hates being such a burden, maybe he could go find some movie to watch while his wingmate relaxes*
Galvatron: *looks at him oddly, but not with any threat to it. It just seems like she's wondering what he's going on about*
Scourge: *attempts to avoid her gaze*
Galvatron: I think he'd rather have you around, if he's anything like mine. Mine's got this compulsive need to know where I am at all times. *snort and smirk*
Scourge: Um, well. *awkwardly tries to find proper words for this* I suppose I'm a little high-maintenance. He needs some time to relax. *and his has a compulsive need too, but it's more to make sure he isn't snatched away again or hurt*
Galvatron: I am too. And mine only relaxes when I sit on him and give him a direct order. There's enough room on that slagging beach for two bots.
Scourge: *respectful chuckle*
Galvatron: *pleased with the chuckle, and credits the being pleased to that zap of goodwill she's surfing on* Energy's included in the reservation. *wistfully* I hear they've got good stuff there.
Scourge: *hopeful little smile* We'll have to try it out, then...
Galvatron: *approving nod, then frowns just a little in a non-angry, non-threatening way* Can I touch you? Just a quick one. I've got to get going before Cyclonus tracks me here.
Scourge: *winces, then gingerly nods and extends an arm to her. She's been nice for one "favor", perhaps it's best to go along with her*
Galvatron: *slips out of the door and tries her best to hug him without sinking into his shell. She wants to do something nice, not read the guy's spark. He still gets to feel the happy good feelings she's got going before she lets go of him*
Scourge: *feels...surprisingly nice, despite the unwanted contact, and a faint smile touches his lips unconsciously*
Galvatron: *gruff patpat on the arm he offered, and then she blinks out of sight, heading for home*
Scourge: *blinkablink* *eyes credit chit thoughtfully...*
((co-written with corruptedhope))