Rest in peace, pinky toe... YOU SHALL BE AVENGED!

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Who: Whirl and OPEN so...uh..hopefully someone?
What: Whirl's been shot in the ass. And IS an ass so he refused to get help. From the guy who shot him in the ass. Go figure.
Where: The Junk Pile
When: nowish
Warnings: WHIRL.

Legitimately, Whirl can't even get that upset by events. Uh, not because he has a conscience or anything and thinks/realizes he actually brought the whole thing on himself by snatching Vandal (she totally deserved it because she lied about the acid), but because, yeah, well, this is how Whirl's life works.

Suck. Everything goes to suck.

Not being able to fly sucks.  But worse than that? The pain is getting boring. Limping got boring a few cycles ago.

He's limping his way across the junk pile, a trail of energon turning clotty on the ground behind him.  Easy to track, and for a klik it had bugged him, but whatever. Even being hunted down and killed would be less boring.
 

((OOC: any sort of contact is welcome--want to stumble across and harass? Want to actually help? Want to comm him? It's all good!))

Comments

[raceme]

[Blurr noticed the trial of energon and someone he's not all that surprised to see that Whirl is on the other end. Due to the recent events he looks more worried than ready to mock him.]

Did Prism attack you too?

(no Prism is too busy with Drift)

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Whirl spins, his claws ready for attack. What the--?

"No. Don't know any fraggin' Prison." Eeeeexcept the one Ultra Magnus kept threatening him with. "Go away."

8'( ...Blurr is going to arrest him.

[raceme]

He can try but Blurr will run out of reach.

"I said PRISM not pri-son 686 Ebullient Prism the Monitor of Line Installation 1-4 that arrived recently YOU DON'T Want to meet him trust me." Not going anywhere, sorry. "Whathappenedtoyou?"

don't arrest Drift he's just dumb

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"Yeah well maybe you shouldn't talksodamnfast."

"Why don't I want to meet him? What are you, my fraggin' social director?" Don't tell Whirl what not to do! It can only end in tears.

Tear. He only has one optic.

"What's it look like? I got shot."

XD No, not Drift. PRISM: http://re-alignment.dreamwidth.org/24028.html

[raceme]

"Maybe you all shouldn't be so slow IS NOT my fault that all of your processors cant keep up with a bit of speed." Whirl you make it really hard to to care for your weel being.

"No I am an Elite Guard Agent and it's my job to make sure no one is in rick and to take care of dangerous individuals HO-WE-VER if you enjoy being tied up with tentacles cut open and someone unwanted messing with your processor who I am to stop you?"

Blurr just has no luck with Once eye mechs, uh?

"Where and why exactly?"

[rotafortunae]

Luxord was busy looking for a chessboard. And... ah. Sir Cynical.

"Ho there," he said. "What's this?"

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Whirl is making his way up the rise to where Luxord is rifling junk. Awesome. Because there's nothing more boring than digging in junk.

"I dunno. Probably junk." Whirl is an excellent guesser.

[rotafortunae]

"I was asking about you, actually, and in this case more your current state," he said. He did not finish up with the obvious joke about Whirl being junk. While Luxord had no doubt he could hold his own against one of the machines, he didn't actually want to bet on that idea.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"Yeah, probably junk too." Oh too obvious? No such thing where Whirl is involved.

"Shot in the aft by a crazy mech." He shrugs. It happens.

[rotafortunae]

"No doubt. And, shot in the aft? These things do happen. Whyeverfor? Were they taken aback by your charming personality?"

[winged_knight]

Wing happens to be zig-zagging over the Junk Pile looking for any signs of large debris, things that could be used as building materials--however makeshift--for their bar/rec center.

That's when he spots the blue copter--walking of all things--through the mounds of junk. The jet lands somewhere ahead of Whirl and hails him.

"Hello!?"

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Yeah, yeah, don't remind him about the walking thing. It's SO much fun. Clomp clomp clomp. Wheee. Surprised grounders don't shoot themselves.

More of them should come to think of it.

He could make a list in order of who should go first.

Let's see. Fort Max. Ultra Magnus? Tsh. Tough choice. Maybe they could shoot each other in a grim fight to the finish. Eh, why shoot? Why not really go in there and rip each other apart?

Whirl is enjoying this fantasy when the jet lands in front of him.

Great. Just what he needs.

"Already been shot, thanks." Whatever you are peddling? Whirl is not buying.

[winged_knight]

He's gotta blink back the confusion for a moment. But then he sees the trail of energon stretching behind the copter.

"Well I certainly don't intend to repeat, if that's what you mean." Wing cocks his head. "Rather I was intending to offer you some help..."

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"Yeah? Good. Because I'd hate to have to get all Wrecker on your aft." The threat might be a bit more, well, threat-tastic if he wasn't sort of wobbling as he stood.

"What makes you think I need help?"

[winged_knight]

Oooooookay. It's a good thing he has a notion what Wreckers are, or that comment might be leading... "Well, I'm glad that we cleared that up then."

He raises a brow ridge. This one's a hard case apparently.

"Well, generally free flowing energon should be inside your body. I figured you might like help keeping it there?" He shrugs. "So, you see, it's more a question of what you want."

[sparkless]

Oh hey, its another wounded autobot in the junk pile! Just another Tuesday for Starscream around here.

A jet cruises slowly over the limping helicopter, practically exuding an air of cyber-vulture.

::More junk for the junk pile! You autobots certainly are good at getting yourselves scrapped. I worry I'll get fat and lazy at this rate:: he humms over his comm.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Whirl would love to help make it a memorable...whatever day for you, Chinny McThrusterfeet.

::Fat and lazy to match your ugly and stupid?:: Dude you are phoning it in, Whirl is not even trying.

[sparkless]

Starscreams transforms and lands heavily with a laugh nearly on top of the wounded rotary.

"Reusing the same insults from our last conversation? That's a little pathetic," he comments, nudging Whirl with a foot.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"Yeah, well, recycling's cool."

More like you have to actually be worth his effort.

Oh hey, you like that foot? Whirl kicks at the ugly shin. Which he regrets because ow, but whatever.

[sparkless]

Starscream ignores the clang of Whirl's foot bouncing off his shin. He's pretty heavily armored there.

"So. Let's cut right to the chase. Why shouldn't I just vaporize your aft right here and now?"

[organ_pharming]

You have not been harassed by enough jets today, Whirl. Fortunately, this one happens to be a medic. Pharma recognizes the lack of face from the interesting network conversation they'd had earlier.

"That was quick," he comments casually, keeping a good few feet away from the wounded helicopter.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

It's a Jetfestation. Someone should really do something about it.

You. New guy. Should call you Short of Hands, Long of Mouth.

"Hey. If you made a bet, I get a cut."

[organ_pharming]

"I'm not normally a betting mech." Please disregard Pharma checking out your aft for completely medical reasons.

"But I am willing to bet that no one has volunteered yet to fix you up."

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Pervert. He's checking out what you're checking out. He can't blame you. It is a sexy aft.

Well, when it's intact, that is.

"Yeah, well, the idiot who shot me offered, but, you know, I sort of politely declined."

[lifepersists]

This is going to be a handicapped party, Whirl.

Generally it took First Aid a long time to get pretty much... anywhere, if just because everything was so spread out. As he comes hurrying over some piles of junk, he's got his fans running like he's been on the move for a while.

"Pharma! There you-- Oh! You're Whirl!"

His optics settle on Whirl and the spilled energon. It's been a long time since he'd met any other Wreckers besides Springer. Whirl's attitude is something easily put aside for the fact that First Aid just simply... loved reading about his aerial battles.

"You're injured. Let me take a look."