re_alignment_logs | One, two, three four, I call a BLOODY ASS KICKIN'

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One, two, three four, I call a BLOODY ASS KICKIN'

WHO: Frenzy, Whirl
WHERE: Just outside the junkpile; not actually in it, though.
WHEN Not long after this conversation, I imagine.
WHAT: Hey, Whirl said he wanted someone to kill him, and Frenzy offered. He makes good on his offers.
WARNINGS: I have no idea if this will result in anything heavy-duty when it comes to fighting, but let's put a general violence warning tag, just in case.

Oh, boy! Frenzy had been itching for a fight ever since he arrived on this boring Cybertron. Everyone was all talk, no action. How incredibly rude. But this guy - the cyclops with a suicidal attitude - would surely help release all that pent up violent energy.

After giving Whirl coordinates to their future fighting ring, Frenzy went about practicing. Couple punches here, couple kicks there; some flipping, some dodging. A few blasts of his thruster gun on a couple targets (four out of five; not too bad). Then, of course, unleashing a sonic blast that caused a nearby junkpile to explode.

This one-eyed loser didn't stand a chance.

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You know what sucks about Decepticons? Well, a lot of things, but the thing that sucks right now is that you can't even get them to kill you without them being fraggin' inconvenient. Seriously.

So Whirl's on his way to be killed. Some favor, huh?

He spots the explosion from a distance. He must be getting close and that means only one thing: time for Le Smack Talk.

//You better have more than that in store. Not flying all the way out here for a fraggn' relaxing massage.//

Frenzy pauses from his target practice, hearing that talkative jet from a mile away, really. He turns and smiles at Whirl.

"I'm jus' surprised you actually came," he says, snickering. "Thought you was gonna wuss out on me, chopper." He twirls the thruster gun in his hand with expert skill and ease - you enjoying the gun show, Autobot? "So, how we gonna play dis out? Y'want that I riddle you fulla holes or I break you apart bit by bit?"

He's not picky.

"First of many surprises, Short Circuit." Really. He was going to get offed by this little twerp? Color Whirl entirely underwhelmed.

Oh well, it was fitting, he guessed, you know, with the usual strain of irony round these parts.

"Whichever makes a bigger mess." He's not picky either.

He is, however, arming his guns.

Because it's no fun if only one mech's playing shoot'em up.

Frenzy makes a show of playing it cool. He cocks his gun, but makes no indication of firing. Not yet. "How 'bout we do onena dem hooman duels? Back ta back, take ten paces, then turn an' fire. Except, y'know, I don't turn an' just shoot you in the back." Code duello his ass. "But, nah. Why we still tawkin'? Guess it's my fault, t--" But before he finishes, he cocks his gun again, and fires.

[ooc: I guess we can just bounce back and forth between "hit, dodge, hit, dodge" etc? Or we simply cut to the sobbing apologies in empathetic hugs~]

"Because Decepticon." Obviously.

And thanks for making it more obvious, twerp. Thankfully, Whirl is paranoid as frag, so he saw that one coming about a mechanometer away. OR maybe he was planning to shoot first anyway to shut the Decepticon up.

Either way, he fires, jumping back even as the first round punches through his shoulder. Why should he make this easy?

_{((ooc: however you prefer? ))}

The weird lookin' stork dud is pretty fast. This should be good. Though that doesn't mean Frenzy necessarily escapes the blast. At least the hit to his arm isn't that bad. He'll survive. He fires again, cackling, "Heya, so, when I do kill ya, does dat mean I get yer slag?"

[ooc: then we'll cuddle later.]

Maybe Frenzy's the one who looks weird. Ever think of that? Huh? HUH?

"Only if you promise to blow some of it up." For GP.

Wait. Wait a klik.

"Not Splat, though." Seriously. He will come back from beyond the grave if you frag with Splat.

But this death clearly needs more shooting. Whirl will happily provide.

Oh, you wish. YOU WISH.

"Splat? Wuzzat? A--"

Well, getting hit stops him from finishing. He quickly recomposes himself, now somewhere between angry and even more excited. A little energon bleeding is good. "I don't care what Splat is but if it's presh-us t'ya, I'm gonna really make it go 'splat'!" Though with the way he's been with that damn turbofox - He fires again, aiming for the stupid cyclops's creepy eye.

He DOES wish, midget.

Oh, wow, that was exactly the right thing to say. That is, if Frenzy wanted to get a facefull of Whirl claw. "Cliche over my dead body," he snarls. Because it's true, but it's also a cliche so he's going to be all hipster and just admit it.

He turns his head barely in time, the blast scorching his optic, and rippling the metal of his facial bell. Yeah? He'll see your puny gun and raise you two--count 'em TWO--chest guns. Boomboom, baby.

Frenzy laughs. SCORE! "Yer body's gonna be dead soon enough!" Frenzy was about fighting, not intelligent gibes and quips. Though, his victorious impish cackle is cut short-- He manages to dodge one hit, but clipped aside the head with the other. "Primus fraggit!" He just got that shit fixed!

Now Frenzy is very peeved off. He holsters his gun, and fists his hands. "Now yer in fer it! Gonna make you cry, prettybot!" The sonic blasts emitted from his chassis rip through the space between them, though you can almost hear him add on, "Dat was a joke, by the way!" Not gibes, not guips, okay.

"Not soon enough!" Because Whirl just has to argue on General Principles. Also he has a deathwish and Frenzy is a tease.

The only reason that the sonic blast hits Whirl is that that 'joke' is so stupid, that for a klik he just sort of hangs there, stunned at the sheer lameness.

Well-played, Decepticon. Well. Played.

((OOC: I have no idea what damage those things would do so please godmod Whirl's injuries, anything's fine except like death ))

Haha, awright. That earns Frenzy a nice little cackle. He doesn't even take in consideration why Whirl was hit. Details, schmetails.

"Gimme yer face!" Frenzy snarls, and then proceeds to leap like a frightening little spider monkey at Whirl's, well, face. Laughing all the way, ho ho ho.

[ooc: Nothing too extensive, but you're probably gonna have a ringing in your audiols for a while. Feel free to bat Frenzy away like a baseball lol.]

Hey Whirl wouldn't question success, either. If he could make a question. Right now everything's sort of doing a whang-ang-ang-ang in his audio receptors.

"I don't have a face." So there.

More like...so here, the freaky little Decepticon grabbing onto his facial bell.

Only down side of this is, well, Whirl's face is in range of both his hands. EPIC FACEPALM

The hands struck a little too hard; Frenzy feels his CPU spin dizzily. W-Wait just-- He's not fully recovered, but at least he's off the Autobot's face, hitting the ground with a dead thump.

"Aarrgghhfrag," he growls, sitting up and rubbing his sore head. He bared teeth at Whirl - haha, he didn't have those either. "Fine, then, yer leg!" He leaps like a jumping spider (spider monkey was a little more agile), making for that giant chicken leg.

Frenzy can't handle the awesome might of Whirl's face. It's all right: not many mechs can.

But the mech did make a satisfying sort of crunch when he fell. Whirl could definitely get into that.

"Wait. You're gonna kill me with my leg?" In-teresting.

Frenzy laughs. "Kinda," he says, grinning. He spins around on the leg, back onto his rear, seated behind Whirl. "Aftnilhation!" Raises his gun and fires right for his aft.

[ooc: i think all fights with whirl should have his butt damaged somehow.]

Wait, what?

WHAT? ARE YOU FRAGGIN' KIDDING HIM?!?!

Let's recap:

Using Whirl's leg like a stripper pole: check
Damaging Whirl's aft: check
Catchy catchphrase: check.

Whirl can't decide if he hates Frenzy or can grudgingly admit that Frenzy's awesome.

Eh, he can do both.

But first, he's going to fall straight down, that damaged robo-booty heading straight for Frenzy's head.

Edited (how do i grammar) 2012-12-13 23:27 (UTC)

Love or fear him? He wants you to fear how much he loves you--getting clobbered and torn to pieces.

Frenzy laughs, victoriously and obnoxiously. "Yea! Stee-rike!" He goes to celebrate, but in his moment of preening, realizes the giant is tipping. "Scrap!" The Cassetticon quickly flips over, gets up to sprint but--

Literally. Butt. It's suddenly pinning Frenzy down, right on top of him. "Fraggin' load! Primus, ya cow!" He claws at the ground, try to wriggle free beneath the weight that is Whirl. "Ged off!"

Try harder, ugly. Whirl loves how much you....yeah he got nothing.

Except his aft on your face.

"Why should I?" He'll wriggle a bit. "Comfy."

Really, Whirl - between you and Frenzy, who has the higher chances of landing a date? Landing not being literal.

"Geddoff!" Frenzy continues wriggling, tearing into the ground, trying to pull himself free. Then Whirl starts shimmying and-- "Ugh gross you freak!" he screams, and twists just enough to slam his tiny fist in the small of the 'copter's back.

That's a toss up, really, and Whirl volunteers Frenzy for the tossing.

"Only if you say 'Whirl is amazeballs'." He likes a little humiliation with his conquest.

"Fraggin' OW."

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One, two, three four, I call a BLOODY ASS KICKIN'

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Jeez stab me in the face next time I lose track of a cool thread with you, okay? ;-;

but face stabbing isn't my modus operandi! D:

okay well plurkpoke me then:

MAYBE I WILL THEN

YOU DID NOT POKE ME son i am dissapoint

YES I DID SOB

MEANIE

CRY MOAR

You brute!!

uvu

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