goes without saying that if you haven't read mtmte #6 yet...

[warborn]

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.

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[bloodsporter]

Closure, huh? Where's the fun in that when you can just rip the wounds back open?

[warborn]

[o h


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.]

[bloodsporter]

Oh, speechless. What's the matter? Too excited for more?

[warborn]

[aaaand click

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?]

[bloodsporter]

[ You act like Overlord has never been shot at close range before, Max. He's a phase sixer-- the shot dents him, makes him grunt, but otherwise he's just in a steady stride over now. ]

Starting already? Well if you say so.

[warborn]

[BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM can't blame him for trying]

You're dead-!

[sounds like he's half trying to convince himself, unconsciously taking slow steps back]

[bloodsporter]

That almost tickles.

[ 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. ]

[warborn]

[why are you not dead YOU NEED TO BE DEAD YOU NEED TO BE GONE AND NOT ALIVE AND

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!]

[bloodsporter]

[ He could very well just stomp on him and crush his chassis, but he's not really done playing with him. Instead, the foot comes down in a hard kick-- hard enough to hurt and dent -- but not to crush. ]

[warborn]

[oh the bright side? he's been hurt worse. so while that hurts, it /does/ kick something else in to him.

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-]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Yeah. Let's just talk about what you deserve while we're at it.

[warborn]

I deserve a chance at Prowl.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Yeah, uh no.

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.]

[chaoticcopter]

Y'know, I can't help but agree with the smart lookin' fella there.

[Does that mean he hates himself now?]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Whirl hates himself plenty enough for both of them, uh, us.]

...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.]

[chaoticcopter]

[At least they (we) have things they (we) can agree on.]

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. ]

[shutthehellup]

[Aw, scrap.]

_{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--}

[shutthehellup]

[...welp.]

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'...

[warborn]

((OOC; ...because learning in-thread could potentially be entertaining. B) ))

...fine. I'm fine.

WORKS FOR ME!

[shutthehellup]

Fine. Fine is good. Fine is very good. [And not totally homiciding the mess out of him. Yes.]

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.

[awesomeintheory]

It was just the one time, okay?

[Skids might be kind of already drunk over here.

…And that might be one of the serving bots tucked under his arm.]

[warborn]

I'll pass.

[too many MEMORIES people WITH BOOTLEG COLOR SCHEMES]

[shutthehellup]

Ahh...alright, fair enough, I suppose.

[What, Skids, no. No.] Skids, cut that out! I need those servers working!

[crazyprepared]

…

[What to say? Should he say? How would he say it?]

…Does your mun like playing mindgames with you, too?

[warborn]

.....

Apparently.

[crazyprepared]

I hate that. Mine insists I'll become the "boy who cried wolf" – whatever that means – because nobody will believe me.

[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.]

[warborn]

[well, considering he (mis)managed the whole thing...]

Believe you about what?

[chaoticcopter]

Uh, yeah. You already know what I think.

Would be happy to refresh your memory, if ya need it.

[warborn]

You made it clear enough already.