Tick Tock BANG!

[vandalization]

WHO: Whirl, Perceptor and the local Yellow Hat.
WHERE: The Medibayyyyish? Outside the Medbay.
WHEN: Nowwwwwwwwww?
WHAT: Whirl decides to take Vandal for an uninvited ride. Perceptor shoots him.
WARNINGS: Whirl. Vandal. Vandal, Vandal, Vandal.



This place is definitely not entirely fun all the time. When the robots aren't around she's left to think, and quite honestly she's fucking tired of her own mind right now. There's been a headache that just won't leave today.

Even after she wrote into that notebook- that usually helps, but not today.

Kicking at the dust on the steps of the temple, she can feel the itch of her healing wounds as a counterpoint to the cool air outside.

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[whirlybird_of_prey]

Unfortunately for all involved, Whirl has a tendency not to let a little thing like, you know, ballistic trauma slow him down. You might have shot his aft, Perceptor, but he still has his vocalizer.

"No need to thank me for, you know, taking the worst of that fall or anything." Really. Ingrate.

He rolls his optic over to Perceptor, as he pushes to his feet, wobbling on his leg. You know, the one that's been SHOT?

"Me? Lessee. I was getting shot out of the sky, but right now? Right now, kinda planning your imminent demise." He snickers. "It's pretty gruesome."

[percept]

"I was-"

Before he gets a chance to explain himself he finds control of his limbs is suddenly a great deal harder as one leg crashes into the other, sending him tumbling face-first into the ground. He manages to break his fall before he actually faceplants, but it's still not one of his most proud moments.

Graceful. It takes him a few moments to gather himself and start pushing his way back up.

"I was trying to help."

#helping

[vandalization]

She turns, only briefly to regard Whirl.

"I'll sing your praises all over the network if you want, but right now, you're still not on my happy list."

And now, turning to Perceptor.

"You could have killed us both. I appreciate the concern, but seriously. Are you both fucking... malfunctioning?"

ARGH sorry for delay ;-;

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"Hey, come on. Only trying to add some much needed aerial excitement to your abysmally crummy life."

Singing may commence at any time.

He does chortle at Perceptor getting it in the leg. Serves him right. He'll just sit back and let Vandal handle this.

[percept]

Perceptor lurches to his feet, the lingering effects of whatever Vandal blasted him with still tingling up his leg.

"You'll have to forgive me for assuming you were in distress. Whirl has a history of... erratic behavior."

It's not his fault he assumed the worst.

[vandalization]

"Gee, thanks." She barks over her shoulder at Whirl, dusting herself. off.

"Yeah, no shit. Kind of picked up on that. Look sorry for- for that. But I'm just a little rattled right now. Do all of you guys solve problems like this? Also did you seriously shoot him out of the air with fucking pistols?"

Really. It was in all honesty, a little bit awesome.

She turns, back towards her would-be kidnapper, plating a hand on his plating.

"We should uh... get your ass looked at."

I keep the worst hours for RP i'm so sorry ;=;

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"You know what?" He rounds on Perceptor. Gimpily. "You really aren't one to talk about fraggin' erratic behavior. Kinda thought you'd given up the talking thing, anyway."

He liked you better that way, honestly.

Well.As much as Whirl likes anything.

He has a few more choice words for Lineface McShooty over there, but the hand on his plating derails him. He twitches back.

"Yeah, no. I'll be fine. Whatever."

no worries!

[percept]

"I generally only speak to those worth the time."

Perceptor dusts himself off primly, testing his leg for functionality. At least there doesn't seem to be any lasting damage.

"She's right, Whirl. You'll need medical attention."

As much as Perceptor might be lacking in affection for Whirl, he did just shoot him without much in the way of provocation.

[vandalization]

"Owch." Vandal mumbles under her breath. Pretty nice burn, there.

"Yeah you're not looking so hot there."

At least it's not as bad as it could have been.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Oh, well listen to Mr Attitude saying Whirl isn't worth his time.

"Guess I'm worth a slaggin' bullet, huh? Lucky me. "

He snarls, stepping back out of Vandal's reach.

"Frag both of you. I'm out."

He pushes off his legs, cursing, launching into the air...to crash about 50 yards away. Yeah, no tail rotor kinda sucks.

[percept]

Well, that was certainly a display in... something. Perceptor sighs and limps over to Whirl's fresh crash site, his own leg still feeling out of sorts, gesturing for Vandal to follow.

"Whirl, you need a medic. At this rate you're going to exacerbate your injuries."

[vandalization]

"Hey wait-" And down he goes. Wince.

She follows in the limping brigade here.

"Seriously, take it easy." She reaches for him again, but thinks better of it this time.

let me know if this is okay

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Well, that sucked. Whirl forgets sometimes that badass flounces (shut up yes it is a thing, a real thing don't argue with him)go better when you can actually, you know, flounce. In a badass manner.

"Yeah, you know what, Perceptor? You know why I need a medic? BECAUSE YOU SHOT ME."

Logic, how do?

Hey, guess what, Vandal, you're in grabbing range. Awesome. Be grabbed. And enjoy your new role as hostage.

"I think if you want to see her in, you know, like...one piece, you should maybe BACK THE HELL OFF."

[percept]

"You know why I shot you. Do you want me to apolo-"

Oh, well if this isn't just a wonderful turn of events.

Just like that Perceptor's pistol is pointed at Whirl once more, his finger on the trigger as he levels it with Whirl's head.

"Put her down, Whirl."

[vandalization]

Oh here we go again.

"Ow," She says with very little conviction, "Seriously?"

She's not at all convinced after he took that fall for her.

"Put me down, Whirl." Is there an echo out here? "We need to get your ass fixed."

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"You shot me because you're a lousy Autobot. You don't shoot other Autobots, for frag's sake!" Even Whirl knows this. Seriously.

He waves Vandal around. "You, Deadeye. You go the frag away and I'll put her down. Simple. Easy. On you."

[percept]

"Perhaps I am." That's not a point Perceptor is really ready to argue right now, especially not after her shot Whirl.

"I'm not leaving until you release her safely."

[vandalization]

"Oh for fuck's sake..."

She just goes limp in Whir's grasp because fuck it. Let them argue.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"Oh. Alright. Fine."

Seriously. Whatever. He got what he wanted: Perceptor to set a condition for leaving.

He releases the metal suit, holding his claws up in surrender. "See? I let her go. Now leave me the frag alone."

[percept]

Well, that's certainly some progress. Still, he doesn't lower his aim.

"Vandal, come to me."

He's not leaving until he has her (relatively) safe.

[vandalization]

On her feet again, she reluctantly stumbles toward the sniper.

"What about Whirl? He needs to be fixed. He can't fly like that."

Despite that he just used her as a hostage and took her on that unwanted joy ride.

"He needs to be fixed."

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Yeah, okay. Abandon him, too. Whatever.

"Whirl is fraggin' fine."

He steps backward, clicking as he puts weight on his injured leg.

"Trust me. You can't fix me."

[percept]

Finally Perceptor drops his gun, attention flicking between Vandal and Whirl. At least the human doesn't seem any more damaged than she was before. Whirl on the other hand...

"She's right, Whirl. You need to see a medic."

[vandalization]

"I'm not leaving you out here all hurt like that."

Weird to say 'hurt' when applying it to a machine. But they're alive, and they seem to feel pain all the same so...

"Seriously Whirl. If you come get yourself fixed I'll uh. Let you kidnap me again sometime? Just try to be gentle in the future."

She kind of shrugs to Perceptor. It's a bargaining chip?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"You know what? Whatever. I did what you wanted. Alright? Over."

He throws up his claws in an angry sort of semi surrender, before he turns his back on them. He's leaving. On foot this time.

"You two have fun. I'm out." He pauses, looking over his shoulder at them. "Hey, Perceptor. If you decide to shoot me in the fraggin' back? While you're shooting your own side? Don't miss."