Spending all of brunch talking to a "Vulcan" and pretending he was just as much of a hardcore fanboy as Spock was one way to start a day
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What a naive man that one had been, believing that everyone deserved to live. There were so many people that deserved to die, herself included, that only a fool would believe such nonsense.
Out in the rec field, Beatrix thoroughly stretched before moving away from the few others. Finding an open spot beneath the sun, she rolled her sleeves up and slipped into a very controlled kata. The swift and sure movements of her mastered tiger-crane style helped calm her mind and emotions. As her hands cut through the air, she turned her mind to the problem of HK-47 and his new allegiance to the Decepticons. Surely, the droid knew better than to double-cross them, but the draw of other robots that seemed to enjoy killing humans just like the droid did proved to be too much temptation. HK-47 was not stupid, but he might be overconfident in the merits of his new place as Megatron's lapdog.
"I will be sure to do that, and I thank you for your time." He politely bowed once again before turning and taking his leave, saying nothing more.
With this now out of the way, he'd rather be somewhere quiet and less bright if he were going to write down everything he needed to. Having been given the choices earlier (by his now less-than-pleased nurse. "Mr. Lant, can't you stay in one spot? I thought we agreed you'd try to make some friends!"), he knew exactly where to go.
[Emo Assassin, to the library. Emo Assassin, you are wanted in the library.]
The Bride is again free to any interested partiesquickdrawbkiddoAugust 18 2009, 19:54:04 UTC
Beatrix watched Venom walk away for a brief moment before she rolled her shoulders. She still felt a bit of a twinge from where Ophelia had cut her, but she was mostly healed. How interesting the way things seemed to heal in this place. Not that she was complaining.
Shifting back into her stance, Beatrix picked up where she left off, her body fluidly moving into the next kata.
So now he had emotional as well as physical exhaustion. Great. Depth Charge let out a long, slow breath. Forte was just lucky he’d been too startled to get him back for putting him through the Pit for what had happened. But that could wait. Right now, he was just glad he was back in one piece.
… glad? Was that the word for it? Relieved, maybe, in a selfish kind of way. Well, whatever. Between Blitzwing upping and vanishing and him feeling sorry for a ‘con and people coming back from the dead, he’d barely had a chance to sit and think.
Not that his nurse cared. The second he stepped away from Forte she came bustling up babbling about getting some fresh air, and the next thing he knew he was outside "enjoying the day". Lucky him.
Fortunately there was at least one face he recognised, even if he wasn't sure what the attached body was supposed to be doing. Some kind of Earth martial art, most likely. "Hey," he called listlessly, shuffling towards the woman, "Arlene, right? They shut you out here too?"
"Guess so," he answered. She had a point. Sure, he'd protested, but being outside was a Pitload better than being trapped indoors with the humid press of watching eyes and bottled thoughts, and even the chill in the air was worth it just for the sake of the feeling. A little reminder of what was waiting outside of the Institute. Depth Charge shrugged it off, determined not to get sentimental. "What was that you were doing? Human martial arts?"
Tiger-crane...? One of those furry kitty things and a bird? Not to knock it, but the thought of them didn't exactly strike fear into Depth Charge's spark. Maybe it was in the execution or something.
"Yeah, that's right." He eyed her warily for a moment, wondering why that could possibly be relevant- then something clicked. "Uh-oh. One of the 'cons giving you trouble?"
"No, I taught that one a lesson," the Bride replied, her thoughts drifting to Blitzwing and his idiocy.
"One of my associates seems to be wooing them. I gather you are not allied with the Decepticons," she continued. "I would like to know more about them."
Taught that one a lesson...? If that was a puzzling statement, though, that didn't even begin to reach the level of the sequel.
"Slag. You're not talking about Lockdown, are you?" Their bulletin board exchanges were pretty hard to miss. Depth Charge had felt kind of sorry for whoever it was on the receiving end, but if they were actually enjoying it... well, whatever stasis-cuffed kicks they got out of it were beyond his pity. "Alright. Though I gotta warn you, they're from way before my time. What do you want to know?"
"Be that as it may, you still know more than I do. And Lockdown does not concern me; mercenaries rarely do," Beatrix replied. "Fanatics are far more dangerous purely because of their inability to listen to reason."
What exactly did she want to know? "Every society has their factions and I gather that the Decepticons are one of two prominent such groups on Cybertron. I would like to know what their philosophy is." She'd start there.
Depth Charge clicked his tongue thoughtfully. History had never been his thing, but even he knew the basics. Every little sparkling could recite the same spiel about the Great War.
"Yeah. Basically, you got two sides- the Autobots and the Decepticons. The 'bots want peace, the 'cons want universal domination." He caught her eye briefly. "You know the drill- taking down innocents, busting up planets, the usual evil overlord slag. In my universe, the Autobots stopped them."
Depth Charge paused, mulling the question over. The Megatron here, he'd never met. But speaking from experience? "There's been more than one Megatron keeping the 'cons together over the years. If this one's anything like the rest of them, he's trouble. So far as I can see, they're all arrogant, overblown schemers, but there's more going on in their processors than meets the eye. You gotta watch 'em."
Nodding slowly, Beatrix made note of what Depth Charge said. "I see. And if one had to make deals with the Decepticons, what is the one thing they will have a hard time refusing?"
Out in the rec field, Beatrix thoroughly stretched before moving away from the few others. Finding an open spot beneath the sun, she rolled her sleeves up and slipped into a very controlled kata. The swift and sure movements of her mastered tiger-crane style helped calm her mind and emotions. As her hands cut through the air, she turned her mind to the problem of HK-47 and his new allegiance to the Decepticons. Surely, the droid knew better than to double-cross them, but the draw of other robots that seemed to enjoy killing humans just like the droid did proved to be too much temptation. HK-47 was not stupid, but he might be overconfident in the merits of his new place as Megatron's lapdog.
Pity. She may have to kill him.
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With this now out of the way, he'd rather be somewhere quiet and less bright if he were going to write down everything he needed to. Having been given the choices earlier (by his now less-than-pleased nurse. "Mr. Lant, can't you stay in one spot? I thought we agreed you'd try to make some friends!"), he knew exactly where to go.
[Emo Assassin, to the library. Emo Assassin, you are wanted in the library.]
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Shifting back into her stance, Beatrix picked up where she left off, her body fluidly moving into the next kata.
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So now he had emotional as well as physical exhaustion. Great. Depth Charge let out a long, slow breath. Forte was just lucky he’d been too startled to get him back for putting him through the Pit for what had happened. But that could wait. Right now, he was just glad he was back in one piece.
… glad? Was that the word for it? Relieved, maybe, in a selfish kind of way. Well, whatever. Between Blitzwing upping and vanishing and him feeling sorry for a ‘con and people coming back from the dead, he’d barely had a chance to sit and think.
Not that his nurse cared. The second he stepped away from Forte she came bustling up babbling about getting some fresh air, and the next thing he knew he was outside "enjoying the day". Lucky him.
Fortunately there was at least one face he recognised, even if he wasn't sure what the attached body was supposed to be doing. Some kind of Earth martial art, most likely. "Hey," he called listlessly, shuffling towards the woman, "Arlene, right? They shut you out here too?"
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"You are correct," she replied, bringing her motions to a stop. "Though I am out here by choice. The sun feels nice even if it is a bit cool."
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She thought of something Depth Charge could be useful for. "You are one of the Cybertronians?"
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"Yeah, that's right." He eyed her warily for a moment, wondering why that could possibly be relevant- then something clicked. "Uh-oh. One of the 'cons giving you trouble?"
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"One of my associates seems to be wooing them. I gather you are not allied with the Decepticons," she continued. "I would like to know more about them."
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"Slag. You're not talking about Lockdown, are you?" Their bulletin board exchanges were pretty hard to miss. Depth Charge had felt kind of sorry for whoever it was on the receiving end, but if they were actually enjoying it... well, whatever stasis-cuffed kicks they got out of it were beyond his pity. "Alright. Though I gotta warn you, they're from way before my time. What do you want to know?"
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What exactly did she want to know? "Every society has their factions and I gather that the Decepticons are one of two prominent such groups on Cybertron. I would like to know what their philosophy is." She'd start there.
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"Yeah. Basically, you got two sides- the Autobots and the Decepticons. The 'bots want peace, the 'cons want universal domination." He caught her eye briefly. "You know the drill- taking down innocents, busting up planets, the usual evil overlord slag. In my universe, the Autobots stopped them."
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He was really the only one that mattered.
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