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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 3, 2008 14:24:02 GMT -5
OOC: Split off of Neo-Paradron Airport... BIC: A silver and black fully mechanical Maximal/Autobot was walking through the ruins of the old city, exploring it. What for? Nothing really. Nothing at all. He just wanted a few moment with himself. He sent his adopted son, Corpsepaint away to do something or to mingle with some of the people here. Than again, knowing him, he would have went off somewhere and brood. Or practice his Martial Arts right now. Or both. Pseudometal looks around. His optics caught a couple of bots at a small crumbling and abandoned building, clearing it out of trash and other unneeded stuff. Normally he wouldn't care and kept on walking, but he decided to see what they were doing. Wrongriff glanced over to Pseudometal as he finished carrying out the last piece of rubbish from the building he and his compatriot was working on. It had been sometime since he had seen the former guard turned prisoner turned medic, but he couldn't help but feel the pain of their failed breakout of the olden days. He notes to himself Corpsepaint's absense as he turns to face the newcomer before speaking up. "Hey Psuedo. You hear about the preggo guards yet? It looks like you might be getting some patients real soon, if things hold out the way they are. Kind of insane how quickly things worked out..." "Yeah," Pseudo replied quietly and distant "Funny how things work out." If he meant it works out for the best, in a way it did. Everybody is free and everybody gets a second chance at live. Also, people died, they have no way of going back to their old life, and there was no way to get revenge on the council members for their treatment. Mostly, there was no way to get justice for his adopted son's birth parents. Yeah. Things did work out. Not entirely for the best though. He goes back to his walking, getting a baring on his new home. That and probably find a place that can allow him to drown his sorrows. This whole thing apparently left a sour and bitter taste in his mouth. Wrongriff notices the look on Pseudometal's face before responding. "Ya know, I heard they have a stash of energon liquor over at the main base..." He motions that way with one hand while setting down the junk with the other. "Though most of the hackers headed that way, so I don't know if you wanna deal with them in the meantime." He shrugs lightly in response.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 3, 2008 14:29:39 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Some of the teenagers (And some of the adult that were transformed into teenagers by the enhancers) were either taking a break from working, goofing off, and/or exploring their new home. Some were even helping out the hackers as well. Corpsepaint was sitting on top of a abandoned building, looking down and reflecting on his old life and his new one. Downrange comes to a landing nearby, transforming into beast mode as he walks over to the sullen fellow former guard. He's not quite to his full former height... but the shrinking enhancer used on him is just starting to wear off, putting him at the height of a kid roughly at this point. "Don't be too hard on yourself kid..." He responds calmly, looking over to him for a moment as he sits down. "It isn't like you had a choice."
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Post by hare on Jul 13, 2008 0:05:01 GMT -5
Corpsepaint slowly turns to see Downrange. His misty blue optics dims in acknowledgment of the Mockingbird former. He doesn't say anything. He even doesn't say hello. He just visually acknowledge his former co worker. He just goes back to looking at the crumbling city and paying much attention to nothing else and sighs.
**************** "Great. There's nothing more fun and entertaining than seeing hackers and computer experts getting blitz," Pseudo responsed in sarcasm bitterly. When he got the call of the guards starting to deliver babies, he sighs and heads to the hospital. He really didn't want to do any work right away seeing what happend the last few hours, but than he really doesn't want his medic skills go to waste neither. "Off to the hospital I go than."
**************************** A pale looking technorganic with a Naked Mole Rat beast mode was sent flying through the doors and hit the ground with a sickening thud. A bulky Cybertronian comes to the door with a couple of femmes and mechs following him, laughing and pointing at him. "....And comeback here again and I drop a dime on yo tailpipe!" After he said that, he and his posses pointed and laughed at Numbercrunch as they headed back inside. Numbercrunch pulled himself off and dusted himself off. He pitfully looks at the building and starts to go on his way. "Well that didn't went well," he said to himself trying to comfort himself. "There's many other buildings where can I set my firm at." He chuckles dryly. Than he sighs sadly. "A firm. Here. That's a laugh...." He goes off to find another vaccant building.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 14, 2008 12:03:36 GMT -5
Downrange just frowns sadly and walks over to corpsepaint, giving him a light pat on the back as they both look over the city. He's not sure what else he can say at this point, but he figures being here is better then not being here for the boy. ************ ooc: in case any confusion comes up, this wrongriff appearance is right before the one in the other thread with the rest. ^^; fixing timelineness now. bic: Wrongriff nods in reply, glancing in pseudometal's direction as he leaves. "Good luck Pseudo... at least it's not blood work anymore, right?" He starts to walk towards the outer limits of town, having remembered seeing a cavern or two to be alone with his thoughts in. Pseudo had reminded him of some of the damage done... and he needs to express that somehow. ************ Baccino blinked for a few moments before walking carefully over to the smaller maximal and helping him up carefully. She still hadn't taken the regression enhancer given to her by Blueriver, but it was noticably visible on her helt as she helps him up. Still, her time in the prison had aged her a great deal like Blueriver "You should be careful Numbercrunch... and not so quick to move back to your old life." She responds softly, putting her hand on his shoulder. "The law is your weapon of choice... but it is not the weapon type that makes one powerful, it's how they use it. Understand?
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Post by hare on Sept 15, 2008 0:45:02 GMT -5
Numbercrunch remembered what happend in his old life. He definitely didn't want to go back to his old life. He doesn't know if the ones that hunted him down are still out there. "Understood," he muttered while being helped up by the former pop singer. "Know any vacant place that I can set up my practice? Even though I doubt everybody would need a lawyer? Every place I been too have filled up. I tried to see if I can get a room from them but so far I got punched in the face twice, received death threats, and I got tossed out by force. And at least two people fired some guns at me. Even I couldn't even get them to use the dumpster as my office!"
******************* Corpsepaint sighed deeply while continue to look down at the streets as the city slowly comes to life. He acknowledge Downrange's presence, but didn't pay him any mind. He would go silent for a few minutes longer until.....
".....I can still hear them," he muttered quietly "I can still hear them."
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Post by smokedtoast on Sept 15, 2008 12:03:34 GMT -5
Baccino smiles lightly towards her younger friend. "I've claimed a place of my own that you can stay at until you get back on your feet." She responds softly before moving forward. "At least if you don't mind living with an older woman at this point... I could use some help cleaning up. Then we can talk more about your practice in the morning, when there's more of a sense of who is in charge of this city." She keeps her arm on his shoulder, not forcibly pulling him along but making it a little hard to get away. XD ************************************** Downrange blinks for a few moments, a little confused by what Corpsepaint is saying... "Corpse?... you still hear them? You mean your parents or those who died in the escape?..." He asks softly, a bit confused by his fellow former guard's statement. "You did what you needed to survive mate... no one's blaming you for that. Your parents would have been proud of how you protected that lassie."
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Post by hare on Oct 3, 2008 0:54:53 GMT -5
Corpse shook his head. It was apparent he didn't have any memories of his birth parents. No, it was something else. "No. All those people....all those people....that went offlined. I want to say I'm sorry to them. But I can't.." He confessed sadly. "I can't..." He than buries his face in his hands, covering his nonexistant tears.
*********************** Numbercrunch smiled and perked up. "Really? I can stay with you? Thank you, Ms. Baccino! I don't know how to thank you! Sure I don't mind staying and helping you out!" He was so happy that he has a home that he doesn't notice (or caring) that Baccino is physically pulling him along.
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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 6, 2008 14:23:23 GMT -5
Baccino just smiles in response. "Alright then... I just have to warn you, the building is a bit of a mess at the moment." She replies calmly as they continue to walk, arriving at a building closer to the main command base. To call it a mess is a bit of an understatement, as part of the roof has collapsed due to falling rcoks as well as lack of management. However, she's managed to clear out a few rooms from the rubble it looks like... the rest just needs a lot of elbow grease. "What do you think?" ************************************** Downrange frowns lightly, unsure of what to say to his young friend. He's not that much of a spiritualist and he's been in his chair of combat in the past... so he's coping a bit better. "Mm... sounds like you might want to talk to Mouthpiece then Corpse... maybe he can help you find absolution?" He suggests, for lack of a better idea.
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Post by smokedtoast on Nov 10, 2008 14:23:43 GMT -5
As Downrange sat in silence next to his friend, he couldn't help but notice Stampede and Wreckback approaching the area with their cargo in tow in the Cow-former's arms. He very lightly chuckles to himself before nudging his friend lightly and pointing towards the shrunken Downplay. "I know you're in deep brooding now my friend... but right now it's time to focus on the present. Am I the only one seeing our former commander reduced to a child right now?" Wreckback glances up at the roof Corpse and Downrange are sitting on, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Mmm...might take a bit to find ourselves a place." He jokes back to Stampede. "There's already squatters picking out the rooftops for a home Stampede...."
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Post by darkstatic on Nov 11, 2008 5:06:42 GMT -5
Stampede just snickers "Indeed maybe we'll have to find a way to make do" she replies somewhat amused as she hold's Downplay so those above can have a slightly better look.
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Post by smokedtoast on Dec 18, 2008 22:20:45 GMT -5
Wreck grins back. "Yeah, worse comes to worse, between the two of us... we could probably break a new place to live out of the walls of the caverns or something." He muses lightly to himself. As they continue forward, Downrange can't help but smirk and take a camera out of his minaturized backpack... taking a picture of the shrunken leader. Downplay squirms a little bit in her sleep, attempting to dig herself closer into Stampede's arms... On some subconscious level, she's still trying to hide.
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