[ongoing | open]

[greasemunkygal]

WHO: Mikaela & Open.
WHAT: Chillin' with the Cons :/
WHERE: The Deceptibase
WHEN: Sometime...recent.
NOTES: This is only open to the 'Cons in the base <3 Also, please don't kill her ;.;

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[inursatellites]

Bonecrusher had been little trouble. One flick of his cabling, and the brawler had scuttled out of the way. Leaving Soundwave free to... visit... the prisoner.

And he was curious to see if his usual interrogation techniques would work on the human female. If not... Well. Then this would be rather entertaining.

The huge Decepticon stepped into the room, his fins flicking at the air behind him, before resettling against his back. His optical array glowed, betraying his eagerness for this encounter. The sooner he figured out the best way to pick at her secrets, the sooner he could report it to Lord Megatron. And then they could recall their hound... weakening Magnum... cementing Lord Megatron as the true Decepticon overlord.

"SUBJECT: MIKAELA BANES," he said, standing before her, completely and utterly still. "QUERY: SUBJECT IS... COMFORTABLE?"

[greasemunkygal]

She hadn't exactly been expecting any company, least of all this one. When she heard him come into the room, she looks up and balks, edging back and away to press herself against the cold wall.

"...Comfortable?" Comfortable Was he kidding? She almost laughed but found...she couldn't.

"No. Not really." Begging to be freed wasn't going to work, especially not with this one, so she doesn't bother.

[inursatellites]

He stared down at her, silently--a great Decepticon sentinel. Only his optical array twitched, studying her slight movements. It was a long time before he said anything, and longer still before he moved.

"ACCEPTABLE."

Stepping forward, he moved to lift her between two massive claws.

[greasemunkygal]

She folds her arms and stares right back at him, face defiant.

"It so isn't." She snaps, looking irritated.

At least, until he tries to pick her up. With a hiss, she moves out of the way, most definitely not wanting to be picked up in those massive, terrifying claws. This definitely wasn't turning out to be her day, that much was certain.

[houndofmegatron]

A heaved watch? A heaved watch makes a loud noise makes a moving thing to chase, and chased it is--

...By a dinosaur.

Scorponok's dinosaur, to be specific, the raptor he'd been...rather successfully managing to take care of, actually. The raptor that rarely saw organics that weren't dead (or nearly so), and being brought to it as food. It snaps the watch up in it's jaws, giving its head a shake like it's trying to kill the thing...

And then it notices Mikaela, and it can't help but stare, head cocked curiously to the side.

[greasemunkygal]

She was certainly glad she hadn't been intent on picking the watch back up, as it was now in the jaws of a dinosaur. She blinks a few times to make sure of what shes seeing, staring at it in horror. Decepticons were one thing; dinosaurs were on a bit of a different level (although not by much, she figures they'd both like to tear her apart). Edging back into the wall, she tries to keep her movements and noises to a minimum.

[houndofmegatron]

It already knows she's there, though, and it's already interested; it tracks her as she backs off, swaying slightly from side to side, its handclaws flexing. The motion's almost...nervous.

Then it gives a little growl and dips its head low to the ground, taking a slow step towards her.

[greasemunkygal]

Well, crap. This situation is going from bad to worse. She had initially though she was going to die by Decepticon hands (or claws), but now it looked like she was going to end up shredded by a dinosaur.

She watches him carefully, then tentatively takes a seat.

"Well, hello there." What else do you do but talk to him? Her? ...it? "Aren't you...cute."

[not_your_gun]

Sometimes, curiosity got the better of him.

He should have left 'well enough' alone, with this one. Mikaela was out of his hands, out of his life, and...good riddance to her. It was not like he did not have his own, personal medic, and either way the novelty of 'small and human' had been wearing off. She was not his problem, anymore.

But, then, there was still curiosity.

"Bonecrusher. You're relieved for half a cycle." He approached the guard and then moved past him, standing in the prisoner's room as if he had every intention of remaining there...and tossed the other mech a cred stick. "Go get yourself some energon. She'll be in one piece when you're back." It was, vaguely, a bribe. He was going to talk to Mikaela...and he had every intention of it being while they were alone.

[greasemunkygal]

Bonecrusher was more than pleased to take the credit and scuttle away; if Magnum said she'd be in one piece, she'd be in one piece and he shouldn't get in trouble.

Mikaela, on the other hand, absolutely stiffens at the sound of that voice at the door, and she scowls and draws the blanket up around her chin and waits defiantly for the conversation she knows is bound to happen. She's sore, agitated and terrified, she doesn't particularly want to banter back and forth with him.

She can't help but...also be curious, though, she has to wonder what he wants. He didn't want anything to do with her anymore; he'd washed his hand of her when he'd handed her over to Megatron. She turns to face her back to the door, staring at the wall.

[not_your_gun]

Magnum waits for sounds of Bonecrusher's heavy wheeled footsteps to depart before he even dares shift from the position he has taken up just inside the doorway--staring, evenly, at Mikaela. He lets the quiet settle in, straining his audio receptors for any movement around the house before stepping forward, letting the door shut behind him.

She's facing away, but...that's...just as good.

With a snort, he approaches, kneels, and sets a bag of warm take-out food on the floor, complete with styrofoam cup of tea. Its slightly smashed...which seems to be a signature of his when attempting to provide the frustrating liquid...but most of it is still inside, and still steaming.

"You're still alive." He notes--and says nothing more.

[greasemunkygal]

Bonecrusher lets the door slam shut behind him, a clear indication he's gone. Bonecrusher might not be the brightest bulb in the box, but he recognizes a bribe and a 'GET OUT' aura when he sees one. He makes himself scarce quickly.

Mikaela clearly isn't impressed by Magnum's appearance, and doesn't bother to turn around when she hears him come in. The sound of joints moving is unmistakable, she knows he's kneeling behind her but she chooses not to look. She does however, smell food, and she's starving.

"No thanks to you." She murmured quietly, voice trembling, drawing the blanket further around herself. She's shaking, why can't she stop shaking? Soundwave's...'methods' had terrified her beyond words and she's having a very hard time calming herself down. Chill out, Mikaela. Freaking out...this isn't you.