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goes without saying that if you haven't read mtmte #6 yet...
So you're happy with the 'keywords'. I'm happy for you. Really.
I'm not happy about what you're planning. It's- that's not closure. That's not anything like it. Don't you throw that slag at me about getting to throw a punch at the one who 'deserves' it, I can see right past you.
We're done here.
I'm not happy about what you're planning. It's- that's not closure. That's not anything like it. Don't you throw that slag at me about getting to throw a punch at the one who 'deserves' it, I can see right past you.
We're done here.
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it's you
yeah have a fat load of '...' for the moment. if you'd care to let his processor catch up, Overlord, he'll offer a retort shortly.]
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that would be his gun
that BLAM would also be his gun.
the snarl, however, is all him. guess who just went in to Kill You mode?]
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Starting already? Well if you say so.
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You're dead-!
[sounds like he's half trying to convince himself, unconsciously taking slow steps back]
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[ And also is becoming slightly unamusing. It's not technically a hassle for him, but Overlord liked variety.
Variety meant taking greater steps and swiping at Fort Max in a great arching punch when he gets close enough. ]
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oh whups he'll just try and dodge that and end up falling on his aft
wonder what could possibly be dampening his combat subroutines!]
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namely, enough bearings that he can throw a punch, trying to at least knock Overlord off-balance if not down on the ground with him. because every inch, every diode of him is screaming not to stay like this, don't let it happen again-]
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You deserve nothing. Not after that little stunt you pulled.
Besides, there's a long fraggin' line to get at Prowl. Wait your turn like everyone else.
[Whirl hates people who cut in line.]
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[Does that mean he hates himself now?]
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...the frag is this? All the real nutcases want to be Prime, haven't you heard?
[Whirlus Apotheosis? It does have a nice ring to it, though.]
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Oh come on, you and I both know this isn't the first time we've fought with ourselves. I just uh, thought I'd try being civil for once.
[See? That's the kind of positive thinking Rung keeps telling us to have.
...fraggit. Rung. Well there's a downer. ]
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Mun, do not put me out here - you can't play me if I'm DEAD. Think this over! Don't push that post button! Don't do it, man, don't--
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H-hey, Maximus! How you holdin' up, big guy?
SO I HAVE NO IDEA IF HE KNOWS SWERVE WAS THE ONE AT FAULT I'M JUST GOING TO GO WITH 'NO'...
...fine. I'm fine.
WORKS FOR ME!
So. Uh. If that whole brig mess clears itself up soon, c'mon down to the bar sometime. See if we can't get you somethin' on the house. Watch your head, though, Skids keeps trying to hook the serving bots.
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[Skids might be kind of already drunk over here.
…And that might be one of the serving bots tucked under his arm.]
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[too many
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[What, Skids, no. No.] Skids, cut that out! I need those servers working!
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[What to say? Should he say? How would he say it?]
…Does your mun like playing mindgames with you, too?
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Apparently.
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[Nobody ever believes him. Nobody except… well. Not going there. Though much squinting is made of Fort Max, who was involved in that little hostage catastrophe. Red's on to you, Max.]
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Believe you about what?
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Would be happy to refresh your memory, if ya need it.
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