WHO: Malgian Dirge and Blackout (and Emo maybe Magnus--it's a party in here! o_O)
WHAT: Guardin' and bein' guarded and stuff
WHERE: In a dingy basement former-broom-closet of Viva La Greed.
WHEN: Shortly after Magnus's like...glorious return and stuff
WARNINGS/NOTES: DIIIIIIIIIIIIRGE, dumb copter
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Wakey-wakey, Dirge. )
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"Urrrrrgh," was the first thing that left the clone's vocalizer. He must have died. He remembered Megatron's fusion canon leveled at his head and then an explosion... whiteness....blackness. Nothingness.
Now here. He went to rub his helm and was restricted, old style shackles clanking around his wrists. Oh. Imprisonment. Death apparently wasn't punishment enough for the warlord. And what the frag was all over his plateing?
....'Magnis'?
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"BLACKOUT!" Dirge shrieked, shoving himself against the locked door. "LET ME OUT!"
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Really loud sounds. Ouch. Seriously. Some copters have sensitive audio, Dirge.
Blackout approached the other side of the door. "No way! I'm not letting you out! You're gonna stay in there till Magnus tells me otherwise."
Huh, how dumb does Dirge think he is, anyway?
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"I want out! He can't keep me here! I still own this place!"
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"You own the place but he owns you," Blackout said, smugly. "Which means he owns what you own. Only...more owny-y."
"Now like...stop kicking the door." You can't see it, but he put on his grumpy face.
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