There are no games in war
G1 Rumble
Rumble walks through town, listlessly kicking a stone around as he walks. As the prompt reminder flashes on his HUD yet again, he cycles air noisily.Fine, I’m doing it! Sheesh! Primus, that’s the bossiest programming I’ve ever seen. Not like I got anything better to do ( Read more... )
Rumble walks through town, listlessly kicking a stone around as he walks. As the prompt reminder flashes on his HUD yet again, he cycles air noisily.Fine, I’m doing it! Sheesh! Primus, that’s the bossiest programming I’ve ever seen. Not like I got anything better to do ( Read more... )
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*sees Rumble outside of the Roost and comes sauntering out, a huge grin on his face. He is ready for some fun and games*
Well well well. Fancy running into you, ya overgrown spawn of a glitch mouse.
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*He looks up to Spike and glares at him, though the corners of his mouth are curled into a small grin.*
Fancy running into you, flesh bag... Still not squished? Frag, what a shame!
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*snickers*
Sorry to disappoint you, deceptirunt.
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*grins at Spike's not as strong glare and preens - hah, he's already beat him at that!*
I'll survive the sparkbreak... somehow. *smirks* I can always squish you myself!
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*She lets a half-grin quirk her expression before calling out.*
Well, I see you're as cheerful as ever.
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*He catches sight of Chromia and cheerfully yelps* Autobitch!
*Approaches Chromia quickly and beams up at her.* Hey, whatcha doing? *makes a disgusted face* You doing paperwork?
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Ugh, frag no. *Idly flops the hand still gripping the data-pad* Just readin' somethin' on engineering. *She raises one shoulder in a shrug, quirking a slanted grin* Always been kinda interested in it. Anyways, how you been?
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*He rubs the back of his helm sheepishly.* Eh, I've been okay, I guess... Not been doing anything special... Just... stuff... You? Slagged any 'Cons, saved any squishies? *smirks*
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*Cyclonus is also wandering around Nexusville.*
An interesting excuse, Rumble.
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*Yelps when he is suddenly addressed by Cyclonus - and he didn't even go into the medbay! Since when does Cyclonus go looking for him? That is utterly horrifying!*
What are you doing here? What do you want from me? And what the frag are you talking about?!
*Glowers up at the much, much larger mechanism, arms stubbornly crossed in front of his chest.*
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*Cyclonus most certainly had not been looking for Rumble, although terrifying him is never going to get old.*
You were talking. About your 'fun' being, really, about survival.
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*Raises his chin stubbornly.* So? *Just daring Cyclonus to make anything of it.*
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[Frag, out of energon, too. Scorponok snarls, then comms Rumble, hoping that he has some available]
//Rumble? I need at least two cubes of energon, as well as whatever metal you can find, brought to the medbay building.//
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*Is dumbfounded to be commed by Scorponok. Has this ever happened before? He doesn't think so.*
//Uh... yeah... sure... *gains enthusiasm as happiness at getting to do something to help his should-be teammate sets in* I can bring you energon!//
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//Good. Don't forget the metal as well, it's important.//
[At least something's going right today...]
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//Yeah... I mean... No, I won't...//
*The sheepish cassette grins nervously. His own energon supply has been rapidly dwindling since Haven's closed and he doesn't even know where to begin looking for metal! But Scorponok has come to him, trusting him to supply him with what he needs, he can't disappoint him!*
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I'd have bought you a free round at the bar anyway.
*Chromia's optics flicker once before she responds in an cocky tone.*
Sure. But betcha mine are more impressive. *Smirks broadly.*
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Why don't you show me some of yours and we'll see! I'm good at 'oohing' and 'aahing' at all the right places of the tales that go with them. If you throw in some high-grade, I'll even pretend to be intimidated! *tries to sound cheerful, but is too disappointed with all his brilliant schemes falling apart in front of his optics to manage it*
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Alright. Afraid I'm plum outta high-grade though. *Unobservant femme is very unobservant; Rumble's strained cheerfulness sent flying straight over her helm.*
Hmm, let's see. *Examines her own chipped servo's before clicking them in inspiration.* Ah, here's a good one. Once took a two-meter thick pole right here- *Indicates to the area where humans would have their collar-bone, a vague outline of gritty, discoloured blue metal located there.* Can't see much now as it was pretty long ago. But went straight through and into the wall behind me. Tore through the nerve receptors and protoform.
*Grins sardonically at the memory.*
Lesson of the cycle? Listen to your commander when they say to clear the area. Never know when a building's gonna blow and fling projectile debris at you.
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*Rumble feels a bit giddy at the thought of Chromia being able to take so much damage and talk about it like it's nothing. He'd never thought Autobots could do that.*
*He curls his digits around a plate of her leg and tugs firmly at it.* If you ain't gonna sit down, crouch! I can't see much from all the way down here. *Scowls a bit at the admission of his shortcoming, but slag it, that sounds like interesting damage and he wants to get a better view!*
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