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 Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 6:58 pm
Twitch hated it when others showed off like that. Whether it was at shooting, hand-to-hand combat, speed, whatever, it felt too agressive to him. Like they were saying, "See me, wimp? If I wanted to, I could tear you up."
Call him paranoid, but he didn't stay in one piece by being otherwise.
Besides, he was nervous enough. She was blocking the only exit, and he had 7.64 minutes left. He needed at least 5 to reach the best hiding place, or at least 4 to reach the nearest one. His processors were already on the fritz. Much more and...
"L-l-look, I-I-I'm s-sorry. D-d-didn't k-know. I-i m-mean, I-i-i d-did k-kinda kn-know... L-l-look, I-i-i n-n-need t-to g-go. L-lots o-of th-things t-t-to d-do. I-i-if I-i-i d-don't g-go, y-you'll- HE'LL- C-Clank, I m-m-mean, h-h-he'll kill me."
"Idiot-idiot-idiot-FRAGGING-idiot!!!" Twitch growled to himself. 6.34 minutes, and his entire systems were failing. And after spending all those years for treatment, he still went to bits sometimes. Had to get away before things got worse.
Had to get away.
"Calm down! Quite panicking, Twitch!"
5.98 minutes
"I-i-i h-have t-to go...P-p-p-please..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 10:24 am
Mist scrutinized his panicked look.
Why was he so jumpy? Clank may be grouchy, but he'd never hurt anyone. Maybe teach them a lesson, but he was at least respectable.
She supposed it was a glitch - if his name was no indication - of the problem.
At the "please", Mist stepped out of the way, and watched him run like a scared petro rabbit. There were many things Mist evoked in mechs; fear was not one of them.
None the less it was not something she could dwell on because she was already off schedule. She ran off to report to Ironhide, deciding to forget the incident entirely.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 2:14 pm
It was quiet. As quiet as a garbage holding could be, anyway. Minute after minute saw numerous deliveries from the chutes above, all of which crashed to a halt at the bottom with the rest of the junk. Broken pots, remains of mech armor, and even some organic material were some of the recent arrivals to the hodge-podge hills.
But it cared not what made up it's new home. It only knew sated hunger and the blissful rest that the Need brought with each collection of Something. It dreamed of forgotten memories, each fading to oblivion almost as soon as they were born. Had anyone seen it before, they would have marked numerous changes. No longer was it silver, but had instead a thick coat of rust, blending perfectly with its new, temporary home. It had also grew four times its original size, with various bits and pieces making up the bulk of its new body.
*?*
Programming started it awake from un-remember dreams as vibrations pour from the vents above. The vibrations were in no coherent form to it, but it had long since learned that vibrations meant something. Programming did not allow any more recognition than that.
A lone, beady red eye blinked on.
*Processing; Accessing == <"watch">;*
Thin optic wires slithered from the eye, worming their way from the center of the hill to immerge, trembeling slightly.
*Processing; <"wait"> + <"watch">;*
The tendrils stood still, awaiting a form to go with the vibrations. A dewy bead began to form on one, gradually becoming larger and more heavier. It barely reached its full potential before gravity began tugging it into a tear-drop shape.
*Conclusion; <"watch"> == false; Processing; Accessing rest mode; Signaling underway;*
The optics whipped back, sending the drop flying. Before it had finished soaring through the air everything was back in place, the mental lump already back to its comatose state by the time the drop finally landed with a slight 'plip.'
A memory arose.
"What will...If it goes...Have...!"
Slight curiosity and excitement arose within its primative form of self, which died with the memory.
*...hunger...*
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 8:03 pm
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP
ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP
ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST! Twitch tapped his foot to the music. " One thing you have to hand to earthlings, they have a song for every occasion" he thought as the singer screamed "AAAAAND another one down, another one down." That had been really too close, though. He barely had had time to race to his hiding spot before the delay timer went off. But it was worth it. Music of his personal selection was now being amplified throughout the entire base, echoing through the ventalation system. Best thing was, it would be tracked to Mist's room. Anyone who knew him would already know he was the cause, but it was fun to embarrass stuck-up tower bots who DIDN'T know. To calm his nerves and pass the time, Twitch imagined what different Autobots might be doing. Prowl was probably writing up the disipline recommendation form already, and Twitch was pretty sure that he had heard an muffled 'boom' coming from Wheeljack's area (though he could always argue that explosions happened there anyway). New bots' translators were probably working overtime to figure out the songs' meanings. Optimus would probably be hiding a smile as he listen to the complaints, and Clank... Here Twitch's smile faded. Clank was probably storming down already. He did hate loud noises, and this was pretty noisy compared to most of the stuff Twitch did. Twitch looked down at his still shaking hand. At least he had managed to get away before his processors had completely broken down in front of Mist. Had that happened, Clank would have chewed him out for weeks. As it was, he'd get some sort of lecture and it would be a couple of days before he'd stop twitching noticably. Sighing, he shifted from his spot in the utility closet. It might be a couple of hours before tempers finally calmed, and Clank would probably drag him out before then. Wincing as the next song's artist let lose a particularly foul human word, Twitch figured on adding 'Foul language usage' to his list of misdemeanors. " Hopefully I get more than 50 hours of required mantainence service for this," Twitch thought as he looked up at the dim ceiling of his cramped hiding place. " The last prank only got me 20."
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 5:25 pm
Mist heard the sound of a small explosion, and felt a hot gust of hair brush her armor. She bolted back to her room, her feet thundering against the ground with her gun cocked. She flipped the safety off and kept her optics peeled.
It might've been the creature.
Mist scanned the room, keeping all her scanners on high alert. They came up clear, with only one anomaly.
The burnt out shell of a small explosive, planted in the vents of her rooms.
A thought struck her like lightning, and she sifted through the debris and glass towards her plants, covered in soot and burnt.
Primus.
It had taken her so long to grow all those specimens - and Perceptor was expecting a few back - she was beyond furious. She ran her fingers through the brittle leaves, that crumbled and wilted beneath her touch.
Some of them had taken years to bloom.
It hurt something in her to see something she had taken such tedious care of so mindlessly destroyed. Mist cared for little outside of herself, and these plants were something special to her.
Was this his idea of a joke?
She was going to shove Twitch's exhaust through his faceplate.
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