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and then rule 63 struck - kill me now

And the point of this then? My patience for folly extends only as far as my patience for Starscream's backstabbing, shenanigans and ridiculously short vision.

[Which is to say, not far at all, considering the whine of the cannon.]

You better have a reason for dragging me out here, or Primus help you, fleshling. I am Megatron, lord of the Decepticons, and beings more powerful than you have attempted to chain and own me, and have failed!

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Indeed?

[There's a moment of silence, the only noise the humming of Megatron's engine, before she looks down at Sam again.]

So your Earth has Cybertronian artifacts on its surface too. What was it?

[Well, Sam, you can continue not liking it, because she wants to know more to be able to compare.]

Hell if I know, I never found out...

[He'll just roll over so he doesn't have to face her, calculating just how much pain he'd be in if he jumped. He could do it, he could.

Also, easier to lie when his face can't be seen.]

[He'll... excuse her if she doesn't believe him, right? And also if she's slowly closing her fingers.

And she doens't know about him, but unless he's some sort of upgraded human, she wouldn't recommend he attempt to jump around thirty feet down. Really. But it'd be amusing to see him try.]

Would you like to restate that?

[Yeah, a broken ankle wouldn't be all that worth it, would it? But, ugh, he does not like Megatron in any form, and this is just not cool at all. Hating his mundane all the more now, yep.]

Mun pulled me before I got that far. [LYING LIAR WHO LIES] But, uh...something about a Fallen, I think.

[Come now, this Megatron is all ~different~ (except not really)! Surely that makes it better?]

It would be a pity if you got crushed for having knowledge in your brain you claim not to know.

[Calmly stated, but she pauses with her fingers just gently pressing down at his last few words, and then slowly opens them again.]

The Fallen? So he exists in more than one universe as well.

[Yeah, no. Sam knows enough about Megatron to know that anything done gently is a sign of things to come that are extremely not gentle.]

Another universe? Yeah, I mean...I guess. Guess he does.

[Finally he turns over, staring up at Lady Mega with a curl on his lip.]

So now you know and I can go.

[Definitely and usually that would be what would happen, yes. It's your lucky day today, however, Sam!]

I suppose so, yes...

[And she'll even start to reach down before she pauses.]

And what was the artifact you got this information from?

[... Maybe not so lucky day, after all. Megatron doesn't necessarily believe it'll be the same thing as it might be in her universe, but she will still have the knowledge. Nothing is useless in the case of knowledge, after all.]

[Yeah, so Sam's going to try and stand up, or try and find a he can get around those Deceptifingers to jump down and run the hell away as fast as he can.]

[And things were going so well, too. Why do you gotta mess that up for yourself, Sam?

He should count himself lucky there's no pointy armour plate bits or claws or anything and Megatorn tightens her hand again, straightening up.]

My patience, human, isn't infinite.

[Things might be pretty uncomfortable right now.]

[FREE ~~SHIA~~ SAM! HELP! HE'S BEING OPPRESSED!

Which means he's probably being squished about the middle, having been ready to jump and all. And, ow, yeah, no. The waist is definitely a vital part of the human body, thanks.]

It was just a pair of glasses!

[No one listens to tiny humans anyway.]

... Do I look like a fool?

[Have a close-up as Sam's lifted up to her face and Megatron hisses, because really, a pair of glasses?]

[HFADSKJLHFSKJ yeah this is so not where he wants to be right now (or ever) that he just...must calm panic mode. No panicking, nope. Not. His voice isn't going to crack or anything. Nope.]

I dunno, I mean! My grandfather's glasses...old man...must have seen a lot of things!

[Admirable job of not panicking, Sam, truly impressive.]

Boy. It might be a little more tricky to be... surgical, about my threats considering how tiny you humans are, but--

[And here she'll manhandle Sam until he's hanging by his arms from one hand, one leg caught between thumb and forefinger of the other.]

It wouldn't be impossible to start by crushing your knee joints.

[And here Megatron smirks, and rather unpleasantly too.]

[Sam had no idea giant alien robots could have lipstick.]

Ahh—not cool! Not cool! They were just...

[ADDWIBBADON'TKILLMEEEE]

...there was some code on them or something! I'm not a tech expert!

[It's rather amazing, isn't it? On the other hand it's stuck there, so maybe it's just a part of her natural paintjob?]

They were just..?

[Well, if you would just cooperate, Sammy, everything would just go a whole lot easier.]

...

[Well, either he holds up reasonably well under pressure and is lying, or he's telling the truth. Though...]

Cybertronian code, I assume, since otherwise they could hardly have been important to us.

[He's torn between wiggling more to get away or just remaining limp and dangling, both of which are issues. If he wiggles, he might hurt himself. If he dangles, he might come across as though he's just accepted it. This really sucks.

He'll settle for moving slightly so he can look at...lady...Mega.......tron.]

Y-Yeah. Cybertronian stuff. It was stuck on his glasses or something.

[There's a clearly annoyed rumble, and then...]

You can count yourself lucky this place probably doesn't allow for permanent death, since there'd be no reason to kill you if it's just going to be rendered null.

[... And then Sam's actually put down on the ground, but Megatron's looking mightly annoyed, either way. Probably not too safe to hang around.]

[Oh God, Sam could kiss the ground right now. He moves his limbs to work out any stress or soreness, wiping off his jeans as though some pesky dirty filth has crawled upon them.]

Funny how that works, huh? Yeah...can't do anything with a dead human's brain.

[ooc. i thought i'd ask: do you know of any rp comms where you can post your character/what you're looking for sort of thing? i'm dreadfully new to DW and all so any help/advice would be great!]

[At least he's been suitably terrorized and is suitably relieved to be on the ground again.]

Very amusing.

[Though the narrowing of her optics and the set of her mouth reveals she doesn't think so, at all.]

Yes, I suppose you could count yourself lucky as well for the fact that you can't rip out a human brain and expect any use of it.

[Another nasty little smirk; yes, she's done that when the prisoner wasn't being... forthcoming.]

((ooc: Well, there's App This Plz, which I know is going to move/be mirrored on DW... next month or something, I think? And I've heard something of a list of RPs on/moving to DW somewhere, but I have no idea where that might be.))

[That seems to have been his entire life since Bumblebee; be terrorized, love the ground. Rinse, repeat, lather Mikaela...]

Right, well...should probably go now. Like, really fast.

[ooc. thank you! i found rpads but it doesn't seem to be used that much.]

... I would be inclined to agree.

[And, just be prove a point ~~or be a bully about it~~ she'll pointedly stomp her foot down much too close to Sam.]

((ooc: No problem at all! If ATP doesn't have the same journal name as on lj, you could probably check out the LJ one for any information; I guess they'd note they're mirroring/moving over.))

Ha-HAH! Y-Yeah, this is me, you know...going...

[Sam will never brb because he's running the fuck away okay

ooc. i'll send you a pm!]

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and then rule 63 struck - kill me now

xD That is amusing, yes~

Encarta is truly a bro.

Clearly it knows something we doesn't.

Top Secret stuff, clearly.

Exciting~

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