log
This log stemmed from a string of Arcee's posts out in an attempt to communicate. Arcee's posts pissed off Nemesis so much that...well....read on. It could be considered squicky.
Nemesis: *Displeased Nemesis is displeased. Displeased Nemesis is also dragging Arcee by her neck into what serves as
his 'lab'. Kick and scream all you'd like, Pinkie, you're not getting out of his grip*
Arcee: *she's definitely kicking and screaming, though mainly just to cause whatever inconvenience she can for him, her
aggravation and anger more than anything else right now.*
Nemesis: *Like he said - you're not getting out of his grip. Nor is there anyone here to hear her. Not that he minds the
screams, in fact he's taken a liking to them during her stay, but right now they're just annoying him. Throws her up onto the
table, remote activating the restraints. Tight cables whip out to grab her ankles, wrists, waist, and neck*
Arcee: *Ohcrap. She's still squirming wildly, putting up a fight, and shrieking loudly and harshly, though the cables are
reeeeally beginning to freak her out. Really.*
Nemesis: *She should be thankful Nemesis isn't That Kind Of Mech. Or virus. Or whathaveyou. Either way, he inserts a wire
by way of a long, needle-like jack into her neck port, glancing briefly behind him as systems display information. Nods to
himself in satisfaction before addressing Arcee*
Nemesis: Open.
Arcee: ....Uh. NO. *she hisses at him in defiance, rage and
anger radiating from her eyes as she continues to thrash *
Nemesis: *Shrugs, and pulls out another needle - thicker. More of a stiletto, aside from the fact it isn't meant as a weapon.
Then promptly jabs it into her still-closed chest, literally just a millimeter from hitting the spark chamber itself*
Arcee: *....shrieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeks in anger and rage and pain, fists pulling against the cables in an attempt
to swing at him, HOW DARE HE GET THAT CLOSE *
Nemesis: *Inserts another, with his other hand, starting to - for lack of a better phrase - carve her open. He's taking extra
care to avoid the spark chamber and what may well be vital lines, but as for everything else?...they're open game. And sure,
he could just hack into her and override her little willpower, but this is what she gets for throwing a tantrum.*
Arcee: *she goes very, very still, intakes huffing rapidly in pain, which just happened to be absolutely excruciating, but moving
seemed to really be against her better judgment. She's still clawing at the sides of the table, hissing occasionally at him,
though her eyes are closed for now.*
Nemesis: *As if the physical pain isn't bad enough, now Nemesis starts to lecture her* Aside from that /wretch/ Optimus
Prime, you are quite possibly one of the most stupid Cybertronians I have ever had the misfortune of encountering. So, instead
of adopting more reasonable methods of schooling...we're going to try something a little different. *Jerks his hands, forcing
the armor apart and exposing her chest*
Arcee: *she hisses and howls, wait, WHAT is he doing, this is definitely something new and NOT APPRECIATED! She
thrashes violently, attempting to wrestle away, frustrated with her lack of strength, especially against one so much bigger
than her. STFU, Nemesis.*
Nemesis: *Opticroll...lets go of one of the tools, and promptly gives a single, powerful slap to her face* Shut up.
Arcee: *Ow. Okay, so that hurt, but really, does he expect her to just sit there and let him do wtfever? Nooooooo. She stills for
a moment after the smack though, stunned, optics spinning in circles in her head*
Nemesis: Good. Now. *Narrows optics* You've...Bonded, is that what it's called? *Sounds a little disgusted...but...eh*
Arcee: *silence*
Nemesis: *Waits*
Arcee: *not answering*
Nemesis: ...tch. Fine. Guess you won't mind if I play around there, then. *Picks up another tool, long and thin...and really,
really not friendly-looking*
Arcee: ......why do you want to know?
Nemesis: *Doesn't say anything. Activates said tool, which promptly starts glowing at the tip - not unlike a laser scalpel*
Arcee: Okay. Yeah. I have. WHY?
Nemesis: With?
Arcee: ....Why does that matter?
Nemesis: *Brings the tip to the spark chamber, and, with surgical efficiency - starts to cut the metal of the chamber. Bad
Arcee*
Arcee: *shrieks, crap crap crap * Barricade!
Nemesis: *Pauses briefly* The police enforcer?
Arcee: *feeble* Yeah.
Nemesis: Good...*Actually smiles at her.* Thank you so much for your cooperation. It'll make the data gathering all the more
easier.
Arcee: *snarl*
Nemesis: *Smiles even broader...and resumes cutting, turning his full attention to the spark chamber*
Arcee: *she's shrieking now, though now like before she's afraid to move, doesn't want to cause permanent damage to
herself*
Nemesis: *Please - he's taking care of that for her! Though he's being mathematically correct in his cuts, doing as little real
'damage' as he needs to in order to get through. It's still possibly one of the most painful things that can happen, though.
Sucks to be her*
Arcee: *Hell yeah it sucks to be her, her shrieks can probably be heard all the way to the Pacific ocean, maybe to Asia. Who
knows.*
Nemesis: *Soundproofing is a wonderful thing! Once he cuts a hole through - carefully aligned so that the piece doesn't so
much fall into the chamber as rest on it - reaches through, and removes that, exposing the spark itself. Narrows his optics at
its brightness*
Nemesis: ...to think, that a simple mass of energy could be the source of so many problems...
Arcee: */growls/ at him through her pain, her optics shut tight and her fists clutching at the table. Hate hate hate.*
Nemesis: *Watches the light, dark fascination evident on his face...then shakes his head a little, pulling out another tool and
slowly, carefully inserting it into the chamber. Activating this one causes five 'claws' to expand, not unlike the legs of a spider*
Arcee: *hisses at him, clawing at the table in desperation, what was he DOING?* Stop.
Nemesis: No.
Nemesis: *Very calm, even as he sends power into it* You've given me a lot of trouble. Even if you have been most
informative during your stay...I think it's time you gave me more information.
Nemesis: It's time I learned how to break a Bond. *Opticglint*
Arcee: That's really not...a good idea, I mean...I'm sure there's other things...*fumbles, nonononononono not her /bond/*
Nemesis: *Grins savagely* What could you possibly offer me.
Arcee: ...*she herself, absolutely nothing.* ......
Nemesis: *Leans over her, red optics glowing with a fanatical light* Once I tear him in two, he will be weak. He won't have
anything to shield himself. The -only- reason he still stands is because he had that weakling Megatron to save him, last we
met - but Galvatron will keep him occupied. And even if he doesn't, breaking this will be the singular most painful thing that
has ever been done to him.
Nemesis: And then I will fulfill my purpose. *Twist of the tool, the empowered arms catching the spark-energy*
Arcee: You sick, filthy, disgusting, frea- *hoooooooooooooooooooowl*
Nemesis: *Laughs* Call me what you'd like! I don't care! NOTHING else matters but his death! *His face twists, the grin
spreading as he watches the energy alter energy*
Arcee: *she's blind with pain, she's never felt anything like this before, ever, it felt like her spark was being torn in two.
Maybe it was, she wasn't sure. She couldn't focus in on anything*
Nemesis: *Well, technically - he's just tearing out everything that's not directly her. Finding the main mass of energy, and
shredding that which isn't. Or, at least, that's what it's supposed to do...good thing he has a test subject, huh?*
Arcee: *Oh, yes, fantastic, and it is just such a pleasant experience, thank you Nemesis! Either way, she's still completely
out of it, she's got no idea how he's doing this technically, all she knows is that the bastard is /succeeding/*
Nemesis: *You're welcome! Follows the readouts of the energy, the insane grin still on his features. Seconds seem to take
minutes seem to take hours seem to take Vorns before he finally deactivates it, the arms slowing to a stop and retracting*
Arcee: *she doesn't feel like she'll ever stop shaking, it huuuuurt, she doesn't want to think, doesn't want to be online to feel
the empty hole within her, systems start shutting doooown*
Nemesis: Ah-ah-ah. *Remember that line in her neck?...it's keeping her systems online. Looms over her, putting a hand on
the table to support his weight* Now, then, tell me, how do you feel? *Cooing*
Arcee: *she doesn't humor him with an answer, she really can't anyway. All she manages is a garbled mumble of words*
Nemesis: Not done yet? Well, I guess I should be more thorough. *Arms lance out again*
Arcee: *cringes away* done. no more.
Nemesis: Hm?
Arcee: you've done enough. knock it off. *she sounds like a frog, good job Nemesis*
Nemesis: *Narrows his optics. Not the answer he wanted. The tool hums ominously as he looks back at it, obviously
intending to use it again*
Arcee: *whimpers as she hears it hum, really, what more does he want? He's gotten what he wanted, her bond feels like it's
in pieces*
Nemesis: *Evenly, slightly chiding* If I have to spell it out for you, it takes out half the fun. *Gives her a final, sideways
glance* Or do you really want me to play again?
Arcee: No. *no, she definitely doesn't want to play again.*
Nemesis: No what?
Arcee: No, I don't want you to play again, slagger.
Nemesis: Wrong words. And I thought we were making progress. *For the record, yes, it does sound like one of the tools
at the dentist's office. And look, no Novocain!*
Arcee: *oh, that's fun! No Novocain is woooooo NOT FUN >/*
Nemesis: *Painful, n? He can keep this up aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall day. It's just a matter of how much Arcee's spark can take,
really. How much longer until it starts ripping that to shreds, period?*
Arcee: *Her spark can deal with a lot, but everyone has their limits and hers is fast approaching and she finally realizes with
a whooooosh of air out of her intakes that her bond with Barricade is completely shredded and NOT THERE, which she
exclaims with a shrieking howl* It's GONE!
Nemesis: *Doesn't stop. Approaching limits, you say? Well. Nemesis seems interested in finding hers, watching the sparks
fly from the main Spark. For all intents and purposes, he may very well not have heard her...*
Arcee: *she doesn't even know what to do, her limits are RIGHT THERE and she can't offline, she's terrified, more so than
she has ever been in her entire life, and she CANT OFFLINE herself, nor autorepair, the only thing she can even think to do is
start running a self termination program*
Nemesis: *And that causes Nemesis to pause, immediately devoting all of his neuros to halting that. He narrows his optics,
pulling the tool out and reaching for Arcee's neck with his other hand* No.
Arcee: *wrenches away from him (as much as possible, she's kinda tied down) and attempts to hurry through the program*
Nemesis: *Snarls, hooking into the line to her processor. He will not let his plaything kill itself, he is not done with her yet.
Targets the program with the full intent to not only halt, but to - literally - tear its coding apart*
Arcee: *sonofaBITCH*
Arcee: *growls in frustration*
Nemesis: Stupid. *Snarls, looking like he'd very much like to simply tear her apart for it...and then calms, pulling back*
But then...I already knew that. And you're so feeble when it comes to learning new tricks...tch.
Arcee: .........
Nemesis: *Waves a hand dismissivly, removing the code that's keeping her online. He doesn't care anymore.
Picks up the piece of the chamber he removed and eyes it thoughtfully*
Arcee: *she sags in relief systems slowly and painfully shutting down*
Nemesis: We'll resume when you wake up. *Doesn't sound cheerful. Sounds...disappointed, really*
Nemesis: *Displeased Nemesis is displeased. Displeased Nemesis is also dragging Arcee by her neck into what serves as
his 'lab'. Kick and scream all you'd like, Pinkie, you're not getting out of his grip*
Arcee: *she's definitely kicking and screaming, though mainly just to cause whatever inconvenience she can for him, her
aggravation and anger more than anything else right now.*
Nemesis: *Like he said - you're not getting out of his grip. Nor is there anyone here to hear her. Not that he minds the
screams, in fact he's taken a liking to them during her stay, but right now they're just annoying him. Throws her up onto the
table, remote activating the restraints. Tight cables whip out to grab her ankles, wrists, waist, and neck*
Arcee: *Ohcrap. She's still squirming wildly, putting up a fight, and shrieking loudly and harshly, though the cables are
reeeeally beginning to freak her out. Really.*
Nemesis: *She should be thankful Nemesis isn't That Kind Of Mech. Or virus. Or whathaveyou. Either way, he inserts a wire
by way of a long, needle-like jack into her neck port, glancing briefly behind him as systems display information. Nods to
himself in satisfaction before addressing Arcee*
Nemesis: Open.
Arcee: ....Uh. NO. *she hisses at him in defiance, rage and
anger radiating from her eyes as she continues to thrash *
Nemesis: *Shrugs, and pulls out another needle - thicker. More of a stiletto, aside from the fact it isn't meant as a weapon.
Then promptly jabs it into her still-closed chest, literally just a millimeter from hitting the spark chamber itself*
Arcee: *....shrieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeks in anger and rage and pain, fists pulling against the cables in an attempt
to swing at him, HOW DARE HE GET THAT CLOSE *
Nemesis: *Inserts another, with his other hand, starting to - for lack of a better phrase - carve her open. He's taking extra
care to avoid the spark chamber and what may well be vital lines, but as for everything else?...they're open game. And sure,
he could just hack into her and override her little willpower, but this is what she gets for throwing a tantrum.*
Arcee: *she goes very, very still, intakes huffing rapidly in pain, which just happened to be absolutely excruciating, but moving
seemed to really be against her better judgment. She's still clawing at the sides of the table, hissing occasionally at him,
though her eyes are closed for now.*
Nemesis: *As if the physical pain isn't bad enough, now Nemesis starts to lecture her* Aside from that /wretch/ Optimus
Prime, you are quite possibly one of the most stupid Cybertronians I have ever had the misfortune of encountering. So, instead
of adopting more reasonable methods of schooling...we're going to try something a little different. *Jerks his hands, forcing
the armor apart and exposing her chest*
Arcee: *she hisses and howls, wait, WHAT is he doing, this is definitely something new and NOT APPRECIATED! She
thrashes violently, attempting to wrestle away, frustrated with her lack of strength, especially against one so much bigger
than her. STFU, Nemesis.*
Nemesis: *Opticroll...lets go of one of the tools, and promptly gives a single, powerful slap to her face* Shut up.
Arcee: *Ow. Okay, so that hurt, but really, does he expect her to just sit there and let him do wtfever? Nooooooo. She stills for
a moment after the smack though, stunned, optics spinning in circles in her head*
Nemesis: Good. Now. *Narrows optics* You've...Bonded, is that what it's called? *Sounds a little disgusted...but...eh*
Arcee: *silence*
Nemesis: *Waits*
Arcee: *not answering*
Nemesis: ...tch. Fine. Guess you won't mind if I play around there, then. *Picks up another tool, long and thin...and really,
really not friendly-looking*
Arcee: ......why do you want to know?
Nemesis: *Doesn't say anything. Activates said tool, which promptly starts glowing at the tip - not unlike a laser scalpel*
Arcee: Okay. Yeah. I have. WHY?
Nemesis: With?
Arcee: ....Why does that matter?
Nemesis: *Brings the tip to the spark chamber, and, with surgical efficiency - starts to cut the metal of the chamber. Bad
Arcee*
Arcee: *shrieks, crap crap crap * Barricade!
Nemesis: *Pauses briefly* The police enforcer?
Arcee: *feeble* Yeah.
Nemesis: Good...*Actually smiles at her.* Thank you so much for your cooperation. It'll make the data gathering all the more
easier.
Arcee: *snarl*
Nemesis: *Smiles even broader...and resumes cutting, turning his full attention to the spark chamber*
Arcee: *she's shrieking now, though now like before she's afraid to move, doesn't want to cause permanent damage to
herself*
Nemesis: *Please - he's taking care of that for her! Though he's being mathematically correct in his cuts, doing as little real
'damage' as he needs to in order to get through. It's still possibly one of the most painful things that can happen, though.
Sucks to be her*
Arcee: *Hell yeah it sucks to be her, her shrieks can probably be heard all the way to the Pacific ocean, maybe to Asia. Who
knows.*
Nemesis: *Soundproofing is a wonderful thing! Once he cuts a hole through - carefully aligned so that the piece doesn't so
much fall into the chamber as rest on it - reaches through, and removes that, exposing the spark itself. Narrows his optics at
its brightness*
Nemesis: ...to think, that a simple mass of energy could be the source of so many problems...
Arcee: */growls/ at him through her pain, her optics shut tight and her fists clutching at the table. Hate hate hate.*
Nemesis: *Watches the light, dark fascination evident on his face...then shakes his head a little, pulling out another tool and
slowly, carefully inserting it into the chamber. Activating this one causes five 'claws' to expand, not unlike the legs of a spider*
Arcee: *hisses at him, clawing at the table in desperation, what was he DOING?* Stop.
Nemesis: No.
Nemesis: *Very calm, even as he sends power into it* You've given me a lot of trouble. Even if you have been most
informative during your stay...I think it's time you gave me more information.
Nemesis: It's time I learned how to break a Bond. *Opticglint*
Arcee: That's really not...a good idea, I mean...I'm sure there's other things...*fumbles, nonononononono not her /bond/*
Nemesis: *Grins savagely* What could you possibly offer me.
Arcee: ...*she herself, absolutely nothing.* ......
Nemesis: *Leans over her, red optics glowing with a fanatical light* Once I tear him in two, he will be weak. He won't have
anything to shield himself. The -only- reason he still stands is because he had that weakling Megatron to save him, last we
met - but Galvatron will keep him occupied. And even if he doesn't, breaking this will be the singular most painful thing that
has ever been done to him.
Nemesis: And then I will fulfill my purpose. *Twist of the tool, the empowered arms catching the spark-energy*
Arcee: You sick, filthy, disgusting, frea- *hoooooooooooooooooooowl*
Nemesis: *Laughs* Call me what you'd like! I don't care! NOTHING else matters but his death! *His face twists, the grin
spreading as he watches the energy alter energy*
Arcee: *she's blind with pain, she's never felt anything like this before, ever, it felt like her spark was being torn in two.
Maybe it was, she wasn't sure. She couldn't focus in on anything*
Nemesis: *Well, technically - he's just tearing out everything that's not directly her. Finding the main mass of energy, and
shredding that which isn't. Or, at least, that's what it's supposed to do...good thing he has a test subject, huh?*
Arcee: *Oh, yes, fantastic, and it is just such a pleasant experience, thank you Nemesis! Either way, she's still completely
out of it, she's got no idea how he's doing this technically, all she knows is that the bastard is /succeeding/*
Nemesis: *You're welcome! Follows the readouts of the energy, the insane grin still on his features. Seconds seem to take
minutes seem to take hours seem to take Vorns before he finally deactivates it, the arms slowing to a stop and retracting*
Arcee: *she doesn't feel like she'll ever stop shaking, it huuuuurt, she doesn't want to think, doesn't want to be online to feel
the empty hole within her, systems start shutting doooown*
Nemesis: Ah-ah-ah. *Remember that line in her neck?...it's keeping her systems online. Looms over her, putting a hand on
the table to support his weight* Now, then, tell me, how do you feel? *Cooing*
Arcee: *she doesn't humor him with an answer, she really can't anyway. All she manages is a garbled mumble of words*
Nemesis: Not done yet? Well, I guess I should be more thorough. *Arms lance out again*
Arcee: *cringes away* done. no more.
Nemesis: Hm?
Arcee: you've done enough. knock it off. *she sounds like a frog, good job Nemesis*
Nemesis: *Narrows his optics. Not the answer he wanted. The tool hums ominously as he looks back at it, obviously
intending to use it again*
Arcee: *whimpers as she hears it hum, really, what more does he want? He's gotten what he wanted, her bond feels like it's
in pieces*
Nemesis: *Evenly, slightly chiding* If I have to spell it out for you, it takes out half the fun. *Gives her a final, sideways
glance* Or do you really want me to play again?
Arcee: No. *no, she definitely doesn't want to play again.*
Nemesis: No what?
Arcee: No, I don't want you to play again, slagger.
Nemesis: Wrong words. And I thought we were making progress. *For the record, yes, it does sound like one of the tools
at the dentist's office. And look, no Novocain!*
Arcee: *oh, that's fun! No Novocain is woooooo NOT FUN >/*
Nemesis: *Painful, n? He can keep this up aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall day. It's just a matter of how much Arcee's spark can take,
really. How much longer until it starts ripping that to shreds, period?*
Arcee: *Her spark can deal with a lot, but everyone has their limits and hers is fast approaching and she finally realizes with
a whooooosh of air out of her intakes that her bond with Barricade is completely shredded and NOT THERE, which she
exclaims with a shrieking howl* It's GONE!
Nemesis: *Doesn't stop. Approaching limits, you say? Well. Nemesis seems interested in finding hers, watching the sparks
fly from the main Spark. For all intents and purposes, he may very well not have heard her...*
Arcee: *she doesn't even know what to do, her limits are RIGHT THERE and she can't offline, she's terrified, more so than
she has ever been in her entire life, and she CANT OFFLINE herself, nor autorepair, the only thing she can even think to do is
start running a self termination program*
Nemesis: *And that causes Nemesis to pause, immediately devoting all of his neuros to halting that. He narrows his optics,
pulling the tool out and reaching for Arcee's neck with his other hand* No.
Arcee: *wrenches away from him (as much as possible, she's kinda tied down) and attempts to hurry through the program*
Nemesis: *Snarls, hooking into the line to her processor. He will not let his plaything kill itself, he is not done with her yet.
Targets the program with the full intent to not only halt, but to - literally - tear its coding apart*
Arcee: *sonofaBITCH*
Arcee: *growls in frustration*
Nemesis: Stupid. *Snarls, looking like he'd very much like to simply tear her apart for it...and then calms, pulling back*
But then...I already knew that. And you're so feeble when it comes to learning new tricks...tch.
Arcee: .........
Nemesis: *Waves a hand dismissivly, removing the code that's keeping her online. He doesn't care anymore.
Picks up the piece of the chamber he removed and eyes it thoughtfully*
Arcee: *she sags in relief systems slowly and painfully shutting down*
Nemesis: We'll resume when you wake up. *Doesn't sound cheerful. Sounds...disappointed, really*