on who the mun is sending when Singularity moves

[herald_ramjet]

You're precious my insignificant puppet.

[who controls who here, anyway?]

Why agonize over it? You're sending that angry little one of Primus children first anyway.

Or can I rip this flimsy prison apart that you call your mind and change it for you? He is over there, and if I cannot find it, he shouldn't have it either! I'm sure he's not as healed as he thinks he is.

[Ramjet flings his arms wide, flickers of purple energy lashing out, plating melting and reforming. whoever Ramjet's talking about probably don't want him around. too bad, so sad. Prime's lucky it won't happen.]

We never are! The end is absolute, all things fall or detoriate in the end... as do scars, opening the wounds beneath!

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[herald_ramjet]

[Oh, what tasty words, Convoy. So angry.]

And in opposing, exemplying, personifying all that our lord stands for. You've lost your revenge even before you could begin it, Prime!

[Come at him, you've already lost in the only way you want to win. You know that belongs to Unicron. Ramjet just chuckles at the display, spreading his arms "welcomingly".]

[knightofdarkness]

[just shut up.

he's fired before he even raises his arm; a shot reaching back across time, piercing reality to strike at Ramjet's head. it won't kill him, no, not with his cursed existance...but as Nemesis raises his arm to /take/ the shot, he certainly hopes it'll destroy his vocalizer.

temporarily or not.]

[herald_ramjet]

[temporarily is all that Nemesis will get, but the shot does hit, and rather spectacularly too. It doesn't take long for everything to reform, but briefly what's there is mostly a vague suggestion of the familiar helm-shape and swirling yellowish energy spattered with black, before metal reforms.

The mask splits apart with an almost sickeningly organic noise as Ramjet lunges forward, even if Nemesis now has more cheats at his command-- but it's hard to kill something that doesn't exactly obey proper natural laws anymore, especially since Nemesis doesn't have access to any proper time-travelling.]

And what will that do? Why not just come with me, Prime?

[mocking laughter, Ramjet's sword is out, tentacles are biting into any metal they can reach, purple aura clawing at it. Nemesis is powerful, yes, but he's not one of the First.]

[knightofdarkness]

[as soon as Ramjet moves, so does he, throwing himself to the side. the tendrils lash at him, burning through the metal and sending thrills of pain through him - but it doesn't stop him.

evasive, now, he manages to fire a few more shots.]

I really don't see how my status is of any concern to you anymore. You left me there to waste away, didn't you?

[he misses.]

[herald_ramjet]

[Ramjet's relieved Nemesis misses - with those shots at least - if only because it takes precious few seconds to pull himself together, so to speak. he can still feel pain, even if it's more distracting than what others would register as "pain".]

The old mech cheated, I'll have you know. It takes time to have concentration after that... And my gift from Unicron doesn't involve knowing where you are, Prime.

[more's the pity, hm? no one made quite as good a partner as Nemesis had been, after all.

and he'll just attempt to keep that gun busy with blocking instead of shooting. retroactive bullets, why can't he fight mechs with more normal weapons!? (nevermind they'd all lose, and quickly.)]

[knightofdarkness]

Because it would have been so hard to find me, in exactly the same dimension!

[he's definitely evasive now. not a single shot is hitting Ramjet - the tentacles, yes, snapping them just before they strike at vital spots, but not the chassis itself. and oddly enough, he doesn't seem bothered by this.]

Not that it matters. I don't blame you, but I'm amused at how now we're at odds - and you want me back.

Besides. If you call a Cyber Key cheating, then I imagine you'll hate what I've learned to do.

[herald_ramjet]

I haven't really had time or chance to check back, Prime. But maybe it doesn't matter, what if I did? You didn't get out.

[look, if he could get out from being stuck between universesm ancient evil abominations or no, surely Nemesis could get out of prison. and he's been busy. yes, for 750 thousand years. it's a big multiverse out there and it all needs consumed, you know how it is.]

At odds? This? This is me letting you work out some issues and faulty illusions, Prime! Revenge'll get you nowhere, I'm merely showing you why.

[and now that he's not as angry for being shot in the head... while he's still keeping that gun busy and the tentacles are still going for strikes, they're a lot less insistent in going for vital points. more just - if there's such a thing - teasing.]

Hate it as it tears through me, attempting to kill and it'll fail, like all of it has. What does it matter?

[knightofdarkness]

You think it's a matter of death and ends. You're wrong. I know I can never defeat Unicron, nor can I kill you.

[abruptly he stops shooting, and instead holds up his hands as if gripping something]

But I've learned something about patience - and small victories being enough to satisfy.

[ALTERNITY SUPER ATTACK; Closed-Time Loop!

...you know those shots he 'missed' with? guess what he just triggered to loop in time. all he was doing was placing them - and positioning himself and Ramjet properly for the latter to feel them.

over and over again.

last time he did this, he reduced a Megatron to scrap in a few seconds. with this, he's hoping to disrupt Ramjet's form enough to make a retreat and not be followed.

IF HE CAN ONLY DO THIS LIKE ONCE A DAY IN GAME HE'LL SURE AS HELL TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT AS LONG AS HE CAN]

[herald_ramjet]

small>[that noise? snarling rage... for about a few astroseconds, before Ramjet starts to laugh, even as he bullets start - and continue - to hit.]

We both know patience... I think. This is... nothing! Nemesis...

[and even when Ramjet starts to any semblance of coherence into something only barely mech-shaped with a bubbling melting, psuedo-organic mass around, he's not actually losing any sort of conciousness.

this? Is nothing. Not even several planet cyber key attacks could knock him cold. most of the entropic aura's been distrupted enough, however, so that the tentacles wrapping themselves around Nemesis' ankles, don't do much of anything except tug and attempt to yank.]

... is this all..?

[is it sad, or terrifying, that Ramjet just can't stop? RUDE. THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE, AND STOP TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOUR CHEATY SUPER-POWERS, NEMESIS.]

[knightofdarkness]

[SCREW YOU HE GOT THESE FAIR AND SQUARE

and will now be sort of. kicking off the tentacles.]

For now. Come after me, and I'll do it again.

I suggest, if you're going to be brought to the station, you find better things to do.

[GUESS WHO'S GONNA BE WALKING AWAY WHILE HE STILL CAN? THIS SUAVE MOTHERTRUCKER]

[herald_ramjet]

[NO, SCREW YOU>/I>. NEXT TIME HE'LL JUST RIP YOU OPEN AND FEEL UP YOUR INSIDES, SLAG IT---wait what.]

For... what? Telling the truth?

... touchy!

[And Ramjet'll... just let him walk away before he gets back enough to pull himself together, as long as Nemesis doesn't mind the mocking chuckles thrown after him.]