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amydancepants-peralta · 4 years

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from the bottom of my heart

(Hi @dumpsteramy! I am your Secret Santa, and I have finally arrived with your Christmas gift! 🎅🏼 I hope you enjoy xx)

from the bottom of my heart

For a detective that had - a mere five hours ago - participated in the takedown of one of Brooklyn’s most notorious killers, Jake Peralta knows that he is feeling way too nervous about the tiny parcel that is currently sitting inconspicuously on his kitchen counter.

He reminds himself of this fact, hands obsessively wiping down each surface one last time in preparation for Amy’s arrival - running through his memory bank of various moments of bad-assery - but try as he might; every single time he glances at the box, wrapped in brown paper and too small to be anything but innocent, his heart leaps back up into his throat all over again.

It’s possible, he reasons; as he grabs the last pair of dirty socks off the floor and throws them in the direction of the hamper, that it’s because this year is one of the few times that he’s actually had a girlfriend over the holiday season.

(The reason behind that detail, he’s not entirely sure hasn’t been deliberate, however that’s just a little too much to unpack right now.)

But it’s also possible (and honestly, curse his impeccable detective instincts, because sometimes ignorance truly is bliss) that it’s because of who his girlfriend is this year; and how much he’s already hoping for a hundred or more Christmases together, that his nerves just plain refuse to take a chill pill for a minute or two. (Or was it whom? Seriously. He cannot tell.)

And then, there’s also the minor fact that he’s kinda sorta already completely fallen in love with her - a tiny nicety that he cannot bring himself to say out loud just yet, because that really is a bell that one cannot unring. But there were implications within that little brown box, connotations of many more years together that hasn’t yet been suggested but that he wants to imagine could actually be possible, and right now he could really do with Terry’s magic 8 ball to give him some kind of sign that everything is going to turn out just fine.

Just be cool, Peralta. No biggie if Amy doesn’t like it. Jake winces, head shaking at his own thought; checking on the takeout keeping warm in the oven. He really is a terrible liar.

It’s only the sound of a key sliding into the lock - AMY’S key, because they are dating and have each other’s keys and it really shouldn’t make him this giddy two weeks later but it really does - that pulls Jake’s mind away from his slightly obsessive thoughts, and his face morphs into a happy grin as Amy lets herself in to his apartment.

Her face is flushed from the cold, half hidden behind a layer of scarves and jacket collars, but then their eyes meet and she smiles and oh, he really is the luckiest guy in all of New York.

“Hey! Sorry I’m a little late. Just got completely swept up in that last bit of paperwork, you know?” Letting his front door swing shut behind her, she uses her free hand to unwrap the layers of wool, craning her neck to meet Jake’s welcome home kiss. “But! I made us some cookies for dessert. Santa ones, with lots of icing. You’re gonna love them.”

He gives Amy what he hopes is a convincing smile, helping her slide the last sleeve of her jacket off and casting it on a nearby barstool as her hands wrap around his waist. “Sounds amazing, babe.”

“Mmm. More kisses, please.”

It’s a polite request - honestly, he’d have responded the same even if it been a demand - and as a contented smile lifts Jake’s lips he leans in for another kiss, letting this one linger for a moment or two, purely because he can.

She sighs against his mouth, shuffling closer and planting her palms against his hoodie; reaching up for the zipper as their lips press together once more.

His eyebrows raise as the zipper descends, pulling away slightly as her hands wrap around his now free middle with a secret smile. She dips her head into his neck, that perfect mixture of flowers and ink that he’s come to know as Amy washing over him, and even though Jake’s technically been here for hours, finally it feels like he’s home.

The hug continues for a beat, and despite the fact that he’d probably stand here for hours if Amy only asked, Jake breaks the comfortable silence to voice a nagging suspicion. “Can’t tell if this is a sweet hug from my girlfriend, or a brazen attempt to steal all of my body heat.”

“You know I’m an excellent multi-talker, Peralta. Clearly, it’s both.” Her soft lips press against the base of his neck as though offering payment for his services, and Jake’s grip on his girlfriend tightens. “You’re just so warm, and Brooklyn is so cold tonight.”

“Oh, so this is like a two-for-one deal kinda sitch.”

Amy nods, the soft edge of her chin rubbing along Jake’s collarbone and truly, he could have a thousand more nights just like this.

Her head lifts slightly, sniffing the air before turning her attention back to Jake. “Can I smell Thai Guy’s Tom Kha Kai?”

“You can.”

She grins, giving his waist a quick squeeze before releasing him from her warmth-stealing hug. “Wow. You definitely win Best Boyfriend for today.”

“Best Boyfriend? Noice. If I’d known it was that easy, I would’ve ordered double on standby for future awards.”

Amy grins, chuckling softly before noticing the parcel (because she honestly is the best detective - even if he’ll never say it out loud), letting her hands run along the edges of his hoodie as she pulls away to make a closer inspection. “What’s this?”

His heart has most definitely returned to it’s seemingly new home at the base of his throat, but somehow Jake manages to persevere. “Oh, it’s some-nothing really … just something I picked up and it’s nothing really it doesn’t matter.”

Her right eyebrow twitches up, throwing him that look she gets whenever she senses a lead, and Jake sighs.

“So … I know you know how my mom used to work a lot, since my dad was a leaving jerk who left like a jerk and whatever.” Amy nods, remaining silent. “Well, the holidays always paid really well so I spent a lot of them with Nana or Gina or sometimes just me and the tv.”

“And Die Hard.”

“Naturally. It’s the only Christmas movie worth watching. And we’d make our own holiday day, somewhere in the week, so the whole actual date thing really wasn’t that big of a deal. But … we did have this one tradition, that actually started the first Christmas after my dad left.”

He watches nervously as Amy rounds the counter, using the tip of her perfectly manicured fingers to shuffle the parcel closer to her position, and takes a heavy swallow. “My mom would buy - and sometimes make - ornaments, and put pictures of us from throughout the year in them.” Running one hand through his hair, Jake moves until he’s leaning against the opposite side of the bench. “She said that way, we were celebrating the year that was and making wishes for more of the same. As you can imagine, as time went on the tree had a bunch of photos of her and I. It was actually kinda cool.”

“It sounds really lovely, Jake.”

Nodding, Jake points at the package Amy’s nimble fingers have begun toying with, silently encouraging her to lift the lid as he continues. “Yeah, so … I sort of had this thought that maybe … this year there could be one with us on the tree.”

Giving Jake one last curious glance, Amy lifts the lid of the small brown box, chewing her lower lip as the contents come into view.

With his stomach feeling like it’s dropped to his feet, Jake leans into the counter, waiting with bated breath for Amy’s response; and she lifts the tiny wreath ornament from it’s resting place, letting the trinket spin as a selfie Jake took of the two of them two months ago flickers in front of their eyes.

It’s the silence that’s killing him, the need to explain and deflect and pretend everything is fine too strong, and even though Jake knows he’s rambling, the words just start tumbling out of his mouth. “It’s no biggie, really. Just something that I thought might be cool. It’s okay if you hate it, we don’t need to bother next year, thats if there even is a next - ” The gentle press of two of Amy’s fingers against his lips throws Jake into silence, and she holds them in place as she rounds the corner of the kitchen counter again, only pulling away once she’s by his side again.

“Jake. I think it’s wonderful. I could never hate this.”

With the sense of relief flooding through his veins, Jake manages a smile, tucking the strand of hair that’s fallen from Amy’s work appropriate up-do behind her ear. “Yeah?"

“Yeah. It’s amazing, actually.” Her hands come to rest on either side of his neck, the sheer familiarity and comfort of the move subsiding any linger nerves as she looks up at him with the softest gaze. “A really special tradition, that I cannot wait to continue. And honestly, I just feel so lucky that you’d want to share it with me. Thank you, babe.”

Her lips press against his as she pulls him in for a grateful kiss; and even as his hands slide along the smooth edges of Amy’s back, Jake can’t help but think that if there’s anyone in this kitchen that’s lucky, it is most definitely him. After all, not only does Amy love the tradition, she cannot wait to continue it - and what could be greater than that?

He wraps his arms around Amy completely, pulling her in for a tighter hug as the kiss breaks, and with her chin resting against his shoulder she takes in the rest of her surroundings.

“Hey. You cleaned!”

Feeling a tiny glimmer of pride at her observation, Jake nods to play it cool. “Well, you know. Tis the season, and all that.”

“The cleaning season?” Gasping, Amy tilts her face back up to Jake with a giant smile. “Oh my gosh, can you imagine!? There could be a different cleaning method each day!”

Her eyes are bright, taking on that special sparkly quality that just takes her beauty levels from one hundred to one thousand as she describes all the different products that could be used, and he is most definitely, absolutely, totally and utterly, head over heels in love with Amy Santiago.

“Look, all of that sounds amazing, Ames, and I’m sure one day if you wish really hard it might even come true. But … for now, how about we eat this Best Boyfriend Award winning dinner I ordered and watch some top quality movies on the couch?"

Amy nods, raising one finger in a friendly reprimand. “But no Die Hard, we watched it just last week.”

“It’s a vintage classic, babe! The kind of movie that never grows old.”

Her responding eye roll is good-natured in it’s delivery, a gentle slap landing along the line of shoulder. “Vintage or not, I get to choose the movie tonight.”

Letting out an exaggeratedly defeated sigh, Jake decides that a pre-dinner commiseration cookie is in order, and he lifts the lid to the container as Amy removes their food from the oven.

“Uh, babe … are these the cookies you made?”

“Yeah?”

“They look … neat.” Jake smiles, one that he knows isn’t very convincing, but he’s also not entirely certain that the lumps he’s discovered in the container are actually cookies - even out of technicality.

Amy’s eyes narrow, abandoning her serving of rice to gaze over Jake’s shoulder, jabbing a finger into his spine. “Out with it, Peralta.”

“No, it’s nothing, it’s just … have you ever seen that show, Nailed It?”

Her jaw drops, brows raising in obvious indignation as she reaches for one of the lumps. “Hey! Eat your damn cookie, detective. Or don’t go expecting anything to happen with your candy cane tonight.”

“My candy ca- oh! My ‘candy cane’. Ha. Nice euphemism, Ames.” Winking, he snatches the cookie out of Amy’s protective grip, snarfing it down in one bite. “Mmm, yummy. Don’t mind me, just standing here enjoying this deliciously amazing cookie that my incredible girlfriend made for me with her bare hands and doesn’t taste like a salt lick at all.”

Casting a side-eyed glance at Jake as she returns to serving their dinner, Amy mutters something about how she really thought the extra icing would hide the salt taste; and even though it’s probably completely insane, he feels strangely excited at the thought of many more years pretending to enjoy his girlfriend’s cooking.

The idea of it all - of a mixture of Christmases, Hanukkahs and Noche Bueanas alike filling up their years - makes Jake’s face break out into a stupidly wide grin; and without thinking he reaches for another cookie, this time making no complaint as the salty sweet combination begins to grow on him.

And truly, there could not be any greater sign that he is completely in love with Amy if he tried.

(A few or so years from now, there will be a Christmas tree standing tall in the living room of the Santiago-Peralta home, covered in ornaments and memories alike. Their son Mac will place the very last decoration on the tree - a tiny little sonogram of his soon-to-be-born little sister - and Jake will ruffle his hair and remember a time when all of this had only been an unspoken dream.)

#MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!#I miss yall #returning from my forced hibernation temporarily #b99 secret santa 2020 #peraltiago fic #b99 fic #christmas fluff #peraltiago fluff

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dylanobrienisbatman · 4 years

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Me and @manic-nightmare / @blodreina-noumou came up with a character ask game, because quarantine! So, without further ado...

Hunger Games Ship Asks

Choose 12 ships, without looking, and answer these questions below!

1.Lexa x Costia (The 100)

2. Stefan x Caroline (The Vampire Diaries)

3. Jake x Katie (Containment)

4. Arya x Gendry (Game of Thrones)

5. Jake x Amy (Brooklyn 99)

6. Marcos x Lorna (The GIfted)

7. Luna x Raven (The 100)

8. Scott x Kira (Teen Wolf)

9. Dick x Kory (Titans)

10. Daisy x Roby (Agents of SHIELD)

11. Anakin x Padme (Star Wars)

12. Kala x Wolfgang (Sense8)

Tagging: @nightbleeder @thelittlefanpire @teeandsnowflakes @hopskipaway@the-most-beautiful-broom and literally anyone else who wants too, because i suddenly can’t think of anyone to tag lol

These questions are about what you think would happen in a Hunger Games with your chosen 24 characters! This Hunger Games takes place in the arena from the first book!

1. Which ship would be your victor? Would they win together, or would only one win?

Probably Arya and Gendry? Arya is a faceless man, and super stealth, and they both survived on their own in the world for so long, they’d be great! I think if they didn’t win together, it’d be because gendry sacrificed himself for Arya, but they’d try to win together.

2. How would they win? Kill everyone, or a Peeta/Katniss style trick?

Oh absolutely they’d kill everyone. Not because they like killing, but because they’re both hardcore survivors.

3. Who would be the mentor for ships 2 and 11?

Stefan and Caroline’s mentor would probably be Alaric, he seems the most likely to have been a prior victor, and he’s all about teaching the kids to fight vamps, so thats a good sign.

Anakin and Padme would definitely have Obi Wan, it feels like the only appropriate choice.

4. What districts are ships 1 and 5 from?

Lexa and Costia are from District 7, Lumber... cuz... trikru... :)

Jake and Amy maybe District 2? Masonry and Defense? It feels fitting since they’re cops!

5. What scores would the characters in ships 6 and 8 get in the training?

Marcos and Lorna: I think Marcos would probably score like a 9, his powers are really cool, and his past with various criminal underground groups makes him pretty skilled. Lorna probably would also score kind of high, but i think not as high as Marcos. Her powers are dope but she has less ‘training’ so to speak. Maybe 8 though.

Scott and Kira: Scott is a wolf and very strong but he’s also a kid. I think he’d score like a 6 or 7, because he has good aim and he’s strong but he doesn’t have a lot of fighting skills. Kira can swing that katana like nobodies business though, so she’d probably land a 9 or 10.

6. How do the characters in 12 and 9 die?

Kala and Wolfgang - I think they would make it pretty far, a mercenary and a brilliant scientist, but in the end they dont have ‘powers’, unless you take into consideration their ability to be controlled by their cluster, which is cool but ultimately not likely to save them. I think Kala would get hurt/shot and wolfie would go out in a blaze of glory trying to save or avenge her.

Dick and Kory - They’d get attacked at night, once the other tributes figured out that kory’s powers require the sun to work. DIck would fight hard but i think theyd be over run. They’d go out fighting hard though.

7. Which ship dies first? Can be one character or both!

Jake and Amy. Love them, but they’re just not equipped.

8. Which ship would use the tracker jackers as a tool?

Kala and Wolfgang, because kala would know about the venom and understand its properties, and once she knew they were in the arena she’d find a way to subdue them (smoke maybe?) and then transport them to their enemies.

9. Who would ship 7 team up with?

the easy answer is lexa/costia, because... same show... but i think it would actually be kala and wolfie. I think raven and kala would be a super interesting pair, and luna and wolfie would be along for the ride more so, but the two genius minds would absolutely find each other.

10. Which ship would get the most sponsors/would be the capital darlings?

Oh Stefan and Caroline for SURE. Caroline was born to work a room, and Stefan is so charming and handsome, how could they not love him. Now, the real question,... would it be an act, to get help, and then they revolt? or would they just keep it up and fight to the death? i honestly dont know. i think theres a chance they’d revolt, but ripper stefan + no humanity caroline would be a match made in heaven for the games.

11. What would happen if 10 and 4 met in the arena?

Oh what a match up! I think honestly arya would be super intrigued by Daisy and her powers, and they may team up for a little while, but Robby would not be super trusting of the other pair and eventually they’d either dip out in the night to fend for themselves, or make a go of trying to kill gendrya and end up dead.

12.Which ship would be the best at survival skills?

Lexa and Costia. they grew up in a forest similar to the one in the arena, and an irradiated one at that, so they have that bump of a familiar landscape. i also think growing up as grounders gives them an edge. Luna has that too, but with raven they get bumped down a peg.

13. Which ship would be the best at killing?

Probably arya and gendry, just based on their in canon skills, but Luna and Raven, the brilliance plus the nightblood training, would give them a run for their money. I also suspect that stefan and caroline, being vamps and all, would do alright.

14. Which ships would try to go for the cornucopia?

Lexa would go, but costia would run and hide somewhere, i think. I also think Marcos and Lorna would make a run for it, but in a very strategic way.

15. What would ship 3′s weapons of choice be?

Well, since guns aren’t a thing in THG, i’d say a knife for jake. I feel like he’d be good with that, or an axe (this is purely because of kai holding an axe in tvd okay.. just let me have this). Katie is a fighter but not a ‘warrior’ so i’d assume something more subtle, like traps or a bow and arrow would be her move.

#the hunger games #tag games #tags

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fabrowrites · 7 years

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Skyward Chapter 4: Take a Breath of Myth and Mystery

Chapter 3

'We've waited for Cole long enough. I say we go on ourselves.'

Of course, Zane couldn't actually understand the dragon, but he had a feeling his interpretations were accurate. Again he studied the dragon's posture, trying to decipher the various tells of his body language.

"You believe we should move on?" He was rewarded with a fervent nod. The dragon's wings were twitching. Hmm, impatience? He added it to his ever-growing list.

The sky was lightening through the trees, streaks of pale orange coloring the deep blue. The soft twittering of birds merely accented the hushed spell cast over the forest.

So the bellow that shattered the stillness was jarring. Zane whipped around, heartbeat fluttering erratically. Movement caught his eye. He perceived a flash, and then the forest fell dark and silent once more. We must have been closer to the road than I thought, he absently noted. A tap on his shoulder sent his pulse spiking again.

"Jay?" The lightning dragon looked repentant, his wings drooping. "Sorry, you startled me, that's all."

He nodded, wings lifting again as he clawed away fallen needles.

THAT WAS COLE ID RECOGNIZE HIS SCREAM ANYWHERE

"Are you sure?"

The dragon gave him a look, but it was enough to assure Zane. Jay tended to babble when he was doubtful or lying. But that led to another question. Why would Cole turn into a dragon? While he thought, he started towards the road.

The sight that greeted his eyes was one he'd seen before, right before the skeletons vanished to the Underworld. A wrecked vehicle, deep tread marks imprinted into the damp earth. Only this time, there were no tracks leading away from the crash site. He frowned.

"Jay, how did you transform?"

The dragon went to write, but he froze in his movements.

I SPINJITZUED

The pieces clicked together. Zane pursed his lips, feeling a headache coming on.

"And you didn't think to alert me or Cole of that fact?"

I WAS EXCITED OKAY

There was no use in dwelling on the past. Zane focused himself on what was ahead: namely, the temple. "What's done is done. We need to continue to the Fire Temple. Cole will know where to find us."

The temple was a black mass against the morning sky. Low growls echoed from the volcano. As Zane drew near, he picked up the sounds of scratching as well. He turned to Jay.

"I sense that another member of our party might be in your situation."

Jay nodded. He tilted his head back and screeched. His call sounded more like a bird's than anything else, and Zane didn't understand why Cole had been afraid of it. Then again, he didn't understand much about other humans in general.

Thus, why he'd taken to studying body language.

The scratching stopped. There was another call from inside -this one slightly deeper and more throatier- and Jay's ears perked.

ITS KAI

That much was obvious, but Zane decided not to say anything. "How do we reach him?" he asked instead.

Jay and Kai exchanged several more remarks.

HE SAYS THE DOOR IS BLOCKED AND THE ONLY OTHER WAY OUT IS TO FALL DOWN A LAVAFALL

They needed a way in, not a way out. Zane frowned. How does one enter a volcano?

"Jay? Would you ask him if he is able to see any gaps that might lead into a tunnel?"

Evidently, Kai could hear him. The fire ninja's reply came before Jay could ask.

HE CAN

Zane studied the volcano. He had an idea, but he would need to make some adjustments before it would work.

"So you're saying that you've been training as a secret ninja warrior for the past few months, learning an ancient martial art that just so happens to have the side effect of turning you into a dragon?"

Well when you put it that way… Kai snorted, but nodded his head regardless. He perched beside the magma pools, surrounded by the kanji scratches littering the floor and walls. It had taken some thinking to get his sister to trust him, but after he thought to write out his words communication was much simpler.

YEAH BASICALLY

Nya sighed. "Honestly, Kai."

I DIDNT MEAN FOR THE DRAGON PART TO HAPPEN

"You never mean for things to happen!"

THATS TRUE

Nya said something else, but her words were drowned out by the cry from outside. Kai whipped his head around, automatically twisting it to triangulate the sounds. Was that… Jay?

"Kai? Are you in there?"

It was! Kai scrambled to his feet. He bolted towards the temple entrance, skidding to a stop just short of crashing into the rocks.

"Jay! I'm here!"

"Kai? Where are you going? What's that?"

Kai didn't have the time to stop and scratch out a reply. Jay was speaking again, and it took all his concentration to make out the words.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm a dragon! And you're a dragon too! I finally have someone else who can actually understand me! Wait, how do I get in? I might be too big for the door!"

"Doesn't matter anyways, the door is blocked." Kai groaned, slouching against the wall.

"Is there any other way in?"

"Well, Sensei said there were other ways. That was right before he tumbled over the edge of a river of lava."

"What? Sensei fell into lava? Is he dead? Ohmygosh, he's dead!"

"He's not dead!" Kai said, before Jay could work himself up into even more of a frenzy. "He knew what he was doing. He was on a rock."

"A rock. That's not the most reassuring, Kai!"

"Well sorry!"

There was a pause, and Kai became aware of a second voice from outside.

"Jay? Would you ask him if he is able to see any gaps that might lead into a tunnel?"

Kai glanded around the cavern. Indeed, there were many cracks and dips in the volcano's walls. Some of them looked deep enough to lead outside.

"I can!"

Things feel silent then. Kai turned back to Nya, who watched him with a befuddled expression.

ITS MY TEAMMATES

A look of understanding passed over her face. "They're dragons too?"

I GUESS

Scraping noises came from the walls, followed by the sounds of tapping claws and hissed groans. Then two creatures tumbled into the cavern. They were dusted with a fine red powder. The blue one shook the color off himself and Kai took the opertunity to study his teammates.

The blue one was bigger than him, but that wasn't saying much. Jay only stood a head or two higher than Nya, and Kai himself was nearly on eye level with her. The white one- Zane- was even smaller than Kai, about half a head shorter. Someone was conspicuously absent, however.

"Where's Cole?"

"He, uh, hewenttotheunderworld."

"What Jay means to say is that Cole was unaware that spinjitzuing led to transformation. He attacked skeleton warriors and vanished to the Underworld."

A sickening sense of dread settled in Kai's stomach. First Sensei Wu, and now Cole? "We have to go and rescue them!"

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that? Last I checked, we couldn't even fly-"

"I can, sorta."

"What?"

Kai shrugged. "I can glide across the pools, at least." He took a step back, pushed off, and waited for the thermal updrafts to carry him across the chamber. "Once I'm actually in the air, it's like my body instinctively knows what to do."

"Woah, that's so cool! I wanna try."

Jay's takeoff was shaky, but as soon as he caught the updrafts it was like he was a whole new dragon. He was great all the way up until the landing when he crashed into the wall.

There was a tap at Kai's shoulder. He tuned out Jay's happy chatter and focused on his sister.

"What's the matter?" Nya asked.

Kai had to hand it to her. He couldn't think of anyone else who could be so calm when surrounded by dragons, even if said dragons were your brother and his friends.

WE NEED TO GET TO UNDERWORLD TO SAVE FRIENDS

"Woah, that's your sister?" Jay had come back around the magma pools.

Kai snarled. "Jay!" He whacked him with his tail.

"Aren't dragons able to pass between realms?" Nya said, studiously ignoring the chaos around her.

"She's right," Zane said. "In the legends, dragons were not of one world and therefore could dwell in both of them."

It felt like the temperatures had plummeted. Kai knew the legends, of course. Dragons were hunted for their magical powers and the honor and riches beyond imagining that came with felling one.

Kai had grown up on these stories, often cheering on the valiant warrior who slew the beast. Not he felt sick. Were those dragons people once, too? Was his destiny like theirs, to die at the hands of an unrespectful hunter?

Nya brought him out of his daze. "Kai? Kai! Are you okay?"

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe! He opened his mouth and coughed, each breath warming his throat. Then it was like his body was back to normal, the ache in his chest gone.

IM OKAY

Nya gave him a look.

IM FINE NOW

Honestly, he was! Kai turned to the other two dragons, ignoring their concern. "I think the smoke's affecting my lungs," he said.

Zane didn't press, but Kai thought that he didn't believe him. The white dragon exhaled.

"If speed is the key to entering the Underworld, then we will need to fly."

Chapter 5

#skyward #ninjago #ninjago fic #ninja crew

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verdigrisprowl · 7 years

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Oct 4 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Halloween

Prowl let Bonecrusher fiddle around with his holomatter avatar, and Bonecrusher used it to go to Blurr’s movie night and show off that he’s made an avatar that looks like Nova Prime. He talked art with Buzzsaw, proved to Blurr that he’s not as smart as he thinks he is, and acted like a lil shit to sheet metal Soundwave.

Which is why Soundwave is now watching his every move.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. ItsyBitsySpyers: test)) B l u r r: [[lemme know if the music is too low / loud ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: music is good)) B l u r r: [[ okay ]] B l u r r: / Welcome to The Emperor! Decked out for Halloween to the fullest. Bats and crows and lots of black and orange decorations along the walls. / B l u r r: / There are glowing jack-o-lanterns made out of old helms. Wires used for decoration and many other things from a bot. / Error logging out. B l u r r: /and so. MANY. SNACKS. / Error logging out. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Bird heard Halloween. Halloween means a ton of free food. She is HERE. And the others are following.* B l u r r: / good because there is plenty of free food. / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is him. He is watching.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Settles into their usual spot.* B l u r r: / excuse. Pardon . Here comes the halloween king / B l u r r: / With Oberyn right behind him. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage hisses quietly* B l u r r: / wiggles claws at Ravage / B l u r r: / Oberyn will growl at Ravage / Bonecrusher: *AND BEHOLD, THE STARRY-WHITE FORM OF NOVA PRIME HIMSELF DID THUSLY APPEAR IN THE MIDST OF THE ROOM, WITH A DAZZLING BURST OF PURIFYING LIGHT.* Bonecrusher: Sup. B l u r r: / Oberyn will just growl at whatever that is, too / B l u r r: ... Can I /help/ you? Bonecrusher: *"Nova Prime" growls back.* Bonecrusher: Yeah. Hey. This is the movie night Boss usedta come to, right? Uh, the Emperor? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave places a squinting smiley on his screen.* B l u r r: ... Yes. B l u r r: / sticks a rust stick in his mouth/ This is my ship. Bonecrusher: Hey, sheet metal. *Fingerguns at Soundwave.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[..."Sheet metal"...?]] Bonecrusher: Boss let me play with his holomatter avatar. Bonecrusher: Yeah. Cuz you're flat. Bevel: *appears in the room by opening the door and tromping through it* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Whatever else he has to say is drowned out by delayed but delirious applause from Buzzsaw, via LOUD wing rattling* B l u r r: / waves at Bevel / Bevel: *waves to Blurr* ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Splendid. Beautiful. I -must- see the files.{{ Bonecrusher: *Oh, someone who appreciates the work he put into his avatar! Bows.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings, Blurr, Bevel. ... Bonecrusher.]] B l u r r: / rolls optic / B l u r r: / flops down on his couch. Oberyn will stand beside the arm rest and settle on the floor / Bonecrusher: Yeah, sure. It ain't done yet, I'm gonna hack off chunks of his armor and put rust underneath. Bevel: *perks at the avatar talk* Bonecrusher: *Takes a heavy seat near his fellow artist.* S'posed t' symbolize the corruption of the Golden Age. All shiny on top 'n' corroding underneath. Bonecrusher: Kinda heavy-handed but I'm still figurin' out the program, thought it'd be good texture practice. B l u r r: But are you REALLY rusting? Bonecrusher: Naw. Bevel: Extra heavy handed. Make his paint gold. B l u r r: ... Pity. B l u r r: It doesn't feel so bad once you're used to it. Bonecrusher: I can make 'em both. Bonecrusher: Huh. *looks at his arm* I was goin' for the whole "purity" thing, but gaudiness works too. Bonecrusher: ((cmon livestream you KNOW those were supposed to go the other way around)) B l u r r: [ lemme know when all are ready, i guess ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready)) Bonecrusher: ((ready!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *A feeler claw snaps.* ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Little hands. Reaching through gaps.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Only visible up close.{{ Bevel: *snickers* Bonecrusher: ... Huh. What, t'be the people caught in the rust? B l u r r: / shoves another rust stick between his denta/ B l u r r: Mechs like to make rust a big deal. B l u r r: It's really not. B l u r r: [[ kay if were all ready then imma start ]] Bonecrusher: S'good symbolism. B l u r r: ... having rust? ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Yes! Yes, exactly.{{ He points at Blurr. }}You simply don't want to acknowledge that it is.{{ B l u r r: ... Acknowledge that it is /what/ ? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((I'M SO READY)) Bonecrusher: If there's little hands in the rust then there's gotta be, like, Senator faces reflected on the pretty armor. B l u r r: [[ oh yeah im assuming you guys still need captions? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Unhealthy.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yes please)) Bevel: ((please and thank you B l u r r: It isn't unhealthy. B l u r r: I mean, normal mechs probably think it is. Bonecrusher: Don't even know howta make the armor reflect things that aren't there. Bet there's a way to do it though. I ain't worked much with holograms. ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Joint experiment?{{ Bonecrusher: ... Maybe. You do much with holograms? B l u r r: / slouches in his couch and chews on more rust sticks. Pats Oberyn / ItsyBitsySpyers: }}You are familiar with my work.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage slinks over to Blurr, careful to avoid Oberyn by a mile* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And parks on the other side* B l u r r: / reaches over to let Ravage give him permission to pet / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Headbutt* Bonecrusher: Yeah, you done a good job on Boss's avatar. B l u r r: / Oberyn is on the floor on the other side. He okay / B l u r r: / pats Ravage's helm and scritches a little / B l u r r: Like the decorations? They're all freshly made. B l u r r: Raided a ship for its cargo. Found a few great jack-o-lanterns. Bonecrusher: *gross Nova Prime gagging noises at the movie. humans, being physical.* ItsyBitsySpyers: =They smell delicious.= B l u r r: Well, I suppose I could let you go home with a treat if you'd like. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\AM I LATE? AM I LATE?\\ B l u r r: Even if it's not Halloween just yet. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy skids in on his heelies and nearly trips* Bonecrusher: ... She ain't even bleedin'. B l u r r: [[ i love the amount of not concern on the parents faces ]]] B l u r r: [[ "Godd damnnn it , he did it again, John." ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage glowers at Frenzy for interrupting before looking up at Blurr* =Will be patient.= Bonecrusher: (("golly, michael, what'd we tell you about stabbing your sister?")) B l u r r: Good. I've got quite a lot planned this year, you see. B l u r r: It's my recycle date! / self assigned/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw dips low in thanks for the compliment before floating up again* Bonecrusher: What, that the day they're gonna kill ya? B l u r r: ... No, that's the day I was recycled to be made. B l u r r: Put together, so to speak. Bonecrusher: ... Ya made outta trash? B l u r r: ... / tilts helm. Give him a moment. Hums / Yes. B l u r r: Put together with recycled parts and power sources. Bonecrusher: Heh. That a shrink? Shrinks suck. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That is less effective on a Cybertronian. For the record.]] B l u r r: I swear, October is the only month I would visit that disgusting planet. B l u r r: Despite being a useless species, they aren'tso bad with Halloween. Bevel: What is less effective? Bonecrusher: Ain't nothin' a flesh bag can do would be effective on a Cybertronian. B l u r r: [[ bruh, neddles. you know she's gonna be in the new halloween, right? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Cracking windows with a servo or feeler. It inspires more irritation than fear.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((I AM SUPER AWARE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\LISTEN. LISTEN. YOU AIN'T SEEN THEM MECH HUMANS.\\ B l u r r: [[ i love it oh my god. She's my favorite ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY HOLLOWED BREAKDOWN UP 'N MADE A SUIT OUTTA HIM. NASTY. COOL. BUT NASTY.\\ Bonecrusher: Mech-humans? What, like cyborgs? Bevel: Ew. B l u r r: They also like to make their own Cybertronians Bonecrusher: Saw 'em make Sunstreaker suits. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\NAW. THAT WAS LIKE. THE GROUP NAME.\\ Bonecrusher: Only the Autoboobs was dumb enough to get caught. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Make their own? They was Sunstreakers too? When did Sunstreaker get it?// Bonecrusher: Uh... frag, I dunno, like a decade ago? Bonecrusher: Think it messed up his head. He's fraggin' a bug now. B l u r r: That's because the Autobots in /other/ universes are too nice. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...What, like Kickback or somethin'?// Bonecrusher: Yeah, 'cept Kickback's got a brain. This one don't. B l u r r: [[ i would die in that class with that teacher's bored voice ]] Bonecrusher: ((the true monster in this movie: bad english teachers)) B l u r r: true horror ]] Bonecrusher: Bet it was the doctor that fragged him up. B l u r r: thats usually what they do B l u r r: [[ lemme know if it drops ]] Bonecrusher: Humans are nasty. B l u r r: [[ cause its telling me its dropping a lot ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Gross nasty ooze meat. Good if got treat. Not good if no goodie.}} Bonecrusher: ((it's not dropping here)) Bonecrusher: I wouldn't eat nothin' humans touched. ... Unless it was, like, triple-filtered. B l u r r: They cook horrible things. ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird clean first.}} B l u r r: [[ oh, nice, Itunes. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's dropping some)) Bonecrusher: ((would you look at these girls that definitely aren't high schoolers in the slightest)) B l u r r: [[ It's my itunes screwing up, too. ]] Bonecrusher: ((yep, now it's doing weird shiit.)) Bonecrusher: ((i think it's straightening out tho)) B l u r r: [[ well, im gonna get up to get food, so if it messes up, poke me on skype ]] Bonecrusher: ((feast!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I WISH HE WOULDA FINISHED THE STORY.\\ Bonecrusher: What's a hollow-ween? B l u r r: It's the best holiday in existence ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Is best holiday, yes, yes. Scare everybody, get snack, have party.}} Bonecrusher: People give you free scrap on, uh. Cross-miss. B l u r r: That holiday is a waste B l u r r: Halloween is better. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH, BUT YA DON'T GET TO SCARE 'EM.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OR COSTUME UP ALL MONSTERLIKE.\\ B l u r r: It's honestly the best. Bonecrusher: Hey, I already got monster armor. *Puffs his Nova armor.* B l u r r: [[brb ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave huffs louder than usual* Bonecrusher: When do more humans start dyin'? B l u r r: when it gets there. B l u r r: [[ i forgot there was no dinner. im too lazy to hunt ]] Bonecrusher: ((EAT, SPEEDY)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU GOTTA ANTRIPLICATE THE DYIN'. GET ALL TENSE 'N SCRAP.\\ Bonecrusher: Don't wanna be tense. I just wanna watch humans die. B l u r r: They're awful slow. Human killers. Bonecrusher: I coulda chewed up everyone in this movie by now. B l u r r: I wouldn't recommend eating them. B l u r r: They get stuck between your denta. Bonecrusher: I know howta floss. Bevel: I like all the lights humans put up on Cross-miss. B l u r r: So do I. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ravage does too, heh heh.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage growls. Rumble wasn't supposed to tell that.* B l u r r: I prefer mechs, however. Much better. Can taste the emotions and data. Bevel: *smiles at Ravage anyway* Bonecrusher: Ehhhh, I just like the crunch. Bonecrusher: And the screamin'.

ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Yes! Yes, exactly.{{ He points at Blurr. }}You simply don't want to acknowledge that it is.{{ B l u r r: ... Acknowledge that it is /what/ ? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((I'M SO READY)) Bonecrusher: If there's little hands in the rust then there's gotta be, like, Senator faces reflected on the pretty armor. B l u r r: [[ oh yeah im assuming you guys still need captions? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Unhealthy.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yes please)) Bevel: ((please and thank you B l u r r: It isn't unhealthy. B l u r r: I mean, normal mechs probably think it is. Bonecrusher: Don't even know howta make the armor reflect things that aren't there. Bet there's a way to do it though. I ain't worked much with holograms. ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Joint experiment?{{ Bonecrusher: ... Maybe. You do much with holograms? B l u r r: / slouches in his couch and chews on more rust sticks. Pats Oberyn / ItsyBitsySpyers: }}You are familiar with my work.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage slinks over to Blurr, careful to avoid Oberyn by a mile* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And parks on the other side* B l u r r: / reaches over to let Ravage give him permission to pet / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Headbutt* Bonecrusher: Yeah, you done a good job on Boss's avatar. B l u r r: / Oberyn is on the floor on the other side. He okay / B l u r r: / pats Ravage's helm and scritches a little / B l u r r: Like the decorations? They're all freshly made. B l u r r: Raided a ship for its cargo. Found a few great jack-o-lanterns. Bonecrusher: *gross Nova Prime gagging noises at the movie. humans, being physical.* ItsyBitsySpyers: =They smell delicious.= B l u r r: Well, I suppose I could let you go home with a treat if you'd like. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\AM I LATE? AM I LATE?\\ B l u r r: Even if it's not Halloween just yet. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy skids in on his heelies and nearly trips* Bonecrusher: ... She ain't even bleedin'. B l u r r: [[ i love the amount of not concern on the parents faces ]]] B l u r r: [[ "Godd damnnn it , he did it again, John." ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage glowers at Frenzy for interrupting before looking up at Blurr* =Will be patient.= Bonecrusher: (("golly, michael, what'd we tell you about stabbing your sister?")) B l u r r: Good. I've got quite a lot planned this year, you see. B l u r r: It's my recycle date! / self assigned/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw dips low in thanks for the compliment before floating up again* Bonecrusher: What, that the day they're gonna kill ya? B l u r r: ... No, that's the day I was recycled to be made. B l u r r: Put together, so to speak. Bonecrusher: ... Ya made outta trash? B l u r r: ... / tilts helm. Give him a moment. Hums / Yes. B l u r r: Put together with recycled parts and power sources. Bonecrusher: Heh. That a shrink? Shrinks suck. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That is less effective on a Cybertronian. For the record.]] B l u r r: I swear, October is the only month I would visit that disgusting planet. B l u r r: Despite being a useless species, they aren'tso bad with Halloween. Bevel: What is less effective? Bonecrusher: Ain't nothin' a flesh bag can do would be effective on a Cybertronian. B l u r r: [[ bruh, neddles. you know she's gonna be in the new halloween, right? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Cracking windows with a servo or feeler. It inspires more irritation than fear.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((I AM SUPER AWARE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\LISTEN. LISTEN. YOU AIN'T SEEN THEM MECH HUMANS.\\ B l u r r: [[ i love it oh my god. She's my favorite ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY HOLLOWED BREAKDOWN UP 'N MADE A SUIT OUTTA HIM. NASTY. COOL. BUT NASTY.\\ Bonecrusher: Mech-humans? What, like cyborgs? Bevel: Ew. B l u r r: They also like to make their own Cybertronians Bonecrusher: Saw 'em make Sunstreaker suits. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\NAW. THAT WAS LIKE. THE GROUP NAME.\\ Bonecrusher: Only the Autoboobs was dumb enough to get caught. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Make their own? They was Sunstreakers too? When did Sunstreaker get it?// Bonecrusher: Uh... frag, I dunno, like a decade ago? Bonecrusher: Think it messed up his head. He's fraggin' a bug now. B l u r r: That's because the Autobots in /other/ universes are too nice. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...What, like Kickback or somethin'?// Bonecrusher: Yeah, 'cept Kickback's got a brain. This one don't. B l u r r: [[ i would die in that class with that teacher's bored voice ]] Bonecrusher: ((the true monster in this movie: bad english teachers)) B l u r r: true horror ]] Bonecrusher: Bet it was the doctor that fragged him up. B l u r r: thats usually what they do B l u r r: [[ lemme know if it drops ]] Bonecrusher: Humans are nasty. B l u r r: [[ cause its telling me its dropping a lot ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Gross nasty ooze meat. Good if got treat. Not good if no goodie.}} Bonecrusher: ((it's not dropping here)) Bonecrusher: I wouldn't eat nothin' humans touched. ... Unless it was, like, triple-filtered. B l u r r: They cook horrible things. ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird clean first.}} B l u r r: [[ oh, nice, Itunes. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's dropping some)) Bonecrusher: ((would you look at these girls that definitely aren't high schoolers in the slightest)) B l u r r: [[ It's my itunes screwing up, too. ]] Bonecrusher: ((yep, now it's doing weird shiit.)) Bonecrusher: ((i think it's straightening out tho)) B l u r r: [[ well, im gonna get up to get food, so if it messes up, poke me on skype ]] Bonecrusher: ((feast!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I WISH HE WOULDA FINISHED THE STORY.\\ Bonecrusher: What's a hollow-ween? B l u r r: It's the best holiday in existence ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Is best holiday, yes, yes. Scare everybody, get snack, have party.}} Bonecrusher: People give you free scrap on, uh. Cross-miss. B l u r r: That holiday is a waste B l u r r: Halloween is better. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH, BUT YA DON'T GET TO SCARE 'EM.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OR COSTUME UP ALL MONSTERLIKE.\\ B l u r r: It's honestly the best. Bonecrusher: Hey, I already got monster armor. *Puffs his Nova armor.* B l u r r: [[brb ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave huffs louder than usual* Bonecrusher: When do more humans start dyin'? B l u r r: when it gets there. B l u r r: [[ i forgot there was no dinner. im too lazy to hunt ]] Bonecrusher: ((EAT, SPEEDY)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU GOTTA ANTRIPLICATE THE DYIN'. GET ALL TENSE 'N SCRAP.\\ Bonecrusher: Don't wanna be tense. I just wanna watch humans die. B l u r r: They're awful slow. Human killers. Bonecrusher: I coulda chewed up everyone in this movie by now. B l u r r: I wouldn't recommend eating them. B l u r r: They get stuck between your denta. Bonecrusher: I know howta floss. Bevel: I like all the lights humans put up on Cross-miss. B l u r r: So do I. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ravage does too, heh heh.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage growls. Rumble wasn't supposed to tell that.* B l u r r: I prefer mechs, however. Much better. Can taste the emotions and data. Bevel: *smiles at Ravage anyway* Bonecrusher: Ehhhh, I just like the crunch. Bonecrusher: And the screamin'. ItsyBitsySpyers: //How come you ain't called Bonecruncher?// B l u r r: it's fun toscare them Bonecrusher: ... I 'unno. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pfffffffhfhfhf Tarantula-man.// B l u r r: Humans are awfully fun to play with. B l u r r: [[ funny story: one of the managers we had at buffalo literally used to talk and walk like meyers and asked a server out on a date ]] B l u r r: [[ the more you know. *rainbow motion* ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[omg]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((..er, omg. without telepathy)) Bonecrusher: ((creepy)) B l u r r: [[ oh and he was much older ]] B l u r r: [[ so yes it was very creepy. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ew)) Bevel: ((eww B l u r r: [[ yes it was very ew ]] B l u r r: ... She literally spilled one thing on her clothes and needs to wash them right now? B l u r r: Dramatic. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Some of us prefer to keep clean.]] Bonecrusher: Why do they bother? B l u r r: I don't know. B l u r r: It's a waste. B l u r r: That little one is useless, too. B l u r r: [[ this little girl always annoyed me ]] Bonecrusher: They're still nasty. Did ya know humans got these tiny spigots all over their flesh that drip slime all the time? B l u r r: ... Slime? B l u r r: Never met a human that dripped slime. Bonecrusher: Yeah. They're always greasy and moist. B l u r r: That's sweat. Bonecrusher: YEAH. That's it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //It's gross.// B l u r r: Yes, humans are disgusting. Wing: *he's late. forever late. he's also not sure about being here. just let him slip quietly along the back* Bonecrusher: *hey there new guy, tonight Nova Fragging Prime is sitting on a couch.* Sup. B l u r r: She's an idiot anyway. Wearing those ugly yellow socks with anything. Wing: *well, he tried* *wave* Bonecrusher: What're socks? B l u r r: Those things on her legs ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Clothes. Weak leg armor.]] Bonecrusher: Oh. Bonecrusher: ((oh my god this lil kid tryna ninja around)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Sounds like the Boss.// Bevel: Death? B l u r r: Tsk. Bonecrusher: Starin' at the wall like an idiot? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Neither, thank you.]] B l u r r: ... Maybe he didn't see the wall. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oh god this jackass and his line)) Bonecrusher: ((ew)) B l u r r: yeah ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((agreed)) Bonecrusher: ((so when do they get stabbed)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((not soon enough)) B l u r r: well, they're already breaking the three rules so ]] B l u r r: [[ ive shown scream, right? That's my favorite movie ]] Wing: ((saaaame)) Wing: ((I mean besides Rocky Horror)) Wing: ((and Return of the Living Dead)) Wing: (( @___@ I can't decide ***)) B l u r r: [[ i think id like to reshow cabin in the woods. ]] Bonecrusher: ((cabin in the woods is gr8)) B l u r r: [[ it is a favorite ]] Bonecrusher: *disgusted Nova Prime noises* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy stage whispers* \\TOO OVERCHARGED TO KEEP GOIN'\\ Bonecrusher: Turn that slag off, only one of us in here's a voyeur. Bonecrusher: ... *COUGH*soundwave*COUGH* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ugh. He isn't interested in humans.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Or most mechs.]] Bevel: *ugh interfacing movies* B l u r r: / snort / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Please, Primus, don't let Bonecrusher mention the recent thing.* Wing: *never mind. he'll just slip back out again and return home* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble throws a half-afted salute at Wing* Bonecrusher: MOST mechs. Wing: ((I tried. he's not having it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slow turn to stare at Bonecrusher.* Bonecrusher: *if Nova didn't have a battlemask Bonecrusher would be giving him the smuggest smirk.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Congratulations, Bonecrusher. You've guaranteed he's going to be staring at you all the rest of the night. Without moving.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Don't nobody call cops?// Bonecrusher: *you keep staring, sheet metal.*

B l u r r: / Oberyn is on the floor on the other side. He okay / B l u r r: / pats Ravage's helm and scritches a little / B l u r r: Like the decorations? They're all freshly made. B l u r r: Raided a ship for its cargo. Found a few great jack-o-lanterns. Bonecrusher: *gross Nova Prime gagging noises at the movie. humans, being physical.* ItsyBitsySpyers: =They smell delicious.= B l u r r: Well, I suppose I could let you go home with a treat if you'd like. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\AM I LATE? AM I LATE?\\ B l u r r: Even if it's not Halloween just yet. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy skids in on his heelies and nearly trips* Bonecrusher: ... She ain't even bleedin'. B l u r r: [[ i love the amount of not concern on the parents faces ]]] B l u r r: [[ "Godd damnnn it , he did it again, John." ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage glowers at Frenzy for interrupting before looking up at Blurr* =Will be patient.= Bonecrusher: (("golly, michael, what'd we tell you about stabbing your sister?")) B l u r r: Good. I've got quite a lot planned this year, you see. B l u r r: It's my recycle date! / self assigned/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw dips low in thanks for the compliment before floating up again* Bonecrusher: What, that the day they're gonna kill ya? B l u r r: ... No, that's the day I was recycled to be made. B l u r r: Put together, so to speak. Bonecrusher: ... Ya made outta trash? B l u r r: ... / tilts helm. Give him a moment. Hums / Yes. B l u r r: Put together with recycled parts and power sources. Bonecrusher: Heh. That a shrink? Shrinks suck. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That is less effective on a Cybertronian. For the record.]] B l u r r: I swear, October is the only month I would visit that disgusting planet. B l u r r: Despite being a useless species, they aren'tso bad with Halloween. Bevel: What is less effective? Bonecrusher: Ain't nothin' a flesh bag can do would be effective on a Cybertronian. B l u r r: [[ bruh, neddles. you know she's gonna be in the new halloween, right? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Cracking windows with a servo or feeler. It inspires more irritation than fear.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((I AM SUPER AWARE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\LISTEN. LISTEN. YOU AIN'T SEEN THEM MECH HUMANS.\\ B l u r r: [[ i love it oh my god. She's my favorite ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY HOLLOWED BREAKDOWN UP 'N MADE A SUIT OUTTA HIM. NASTY. COOL. BUT NASTY.\\ Bonecrusher: Mech-humans? What, like cyborgs? Bevel: Ew. B l u r r: They also like to make their own Cybertronians Bonecrusher: Saw 'em make Sunstreaker suits. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\NAW. THAT WAS LIKE. THE GROUP NAME.\\ Bonecrusher: Only the Autoboobs was dumb enough to get caught. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Make their own? They was Sunstreakers too? When did Sunstreaker get it?// Bonecrusher: Uh... frag, I dunno, like a decade ago? Bonecrusher: Think it messed up his head. He's fraggin' a bug now. B l u r r: That's because the Autobots in /other/ universes are too nice. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...What, like Kickback or somethin'?// Bonecrusher: Yeah, 'cept Kickback's got a brain. This one don't. B l u r r: [[ i would die in that class with that teacher's bored voice ]] Bonecrusher: ((the true monster in this movie: bad english teachers)) B l u r r: true horror ]] Bonecrusher: Bet it was the doctor that fragged him up. B l u r r: thats usually what they do B l u r r: [[ lemme know if it drops ]] Bonecrusher: Humans are nasty. B l u r r: [[ cause its telling me its dropping a lot ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Gross nasty ooze meat. Good if got treat. Not good if no goodie.}} Bonecrusher: ((it's not dropping here)) Bonecrusher: I wouldn't eat nothin' humans touched. ... Unless it was, like, triple-filtered. B l u r r: They cook horrible things. ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird clean first.}} B l u r r: [[ oh, nice, Itunes. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's dropping some)) Bonecrusher: ((would you look at these girls that definitely aren't high schoolers in the slightest)) B l u r r: [[ It's my itunes screwing up, too. ]] Bonecrusher: ((yep, now it's doing weird shiit.)) Bonecrusher: ((i think it's straightening out tho)) B l u r r: [[ well, im gonna get up to get food, so if it messes up, poke me on skype ]] Bonecrusher: ((feast!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I WISH HE WOULDA FINISHED THE STORY.\\ Bonecrusher: What's a hollow-ween? B l u r r: It's the best holiday in existence ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Is best holiday, yes, yes. Scare everybody, get snack, have party.}} Bonecrusher: People give you free scrap on, uh. Cross-miss. B l u r r: That holiday is a waste B l u r r: Halloween is better. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH, BUT YA DON'T GET TO SCARE 'EM.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OR COSTUME UP ALL MONSTERLIKE.\\ B l u r r: It's honestly the best. Bonecrusher: Hey, I already got monster armor. *Puffs his Nova armor.* B l u r r: [[brb ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave huffs louder than usual* Bonecrusher: When do more humans start dyin'? B l u r r: when it gets there. B l u r r: [[ i forgot there was no dinner. im too lazy to hunt ]] Bonecrusher: ((EAT, SPEEDY)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU GOTTA ANTRIPLICATE THE DYIN'. GET ALL TENSE 'N SCRAP.\\ Bonecrusher: Don't wanna be tense. I just wanna watch humans die. B l u r r: They're awful slow. Human killers. Bonecrusher: I coulda chewed up everyone in this movie by now. B l u r r: I wouldn't recommend eating them. B l u r r: They get stuck between your denta. Bonecrusher: I know howta floss. Bevel: I like all the lights humans put up on Cross-miss. B l u r r: So do I. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ravage does too, heh heh.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage growls. Rumble wasn't supposed to tell that.* B l u r r: I prefer mechs, however. Much better. Can taste the emotions and data. Bevel: *smiles at Ravage anyway* Bonecrusher: Ehhhh, I just like the crunch. Bonecrusher: And the screamin'. ItsyBitsySpyers: //How come you ain't called Bonecruncher?// B l u r r: it's fun toscare them Bonecrusher: ... I 'unno. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pfffffffhfhfhf Tarantula-man.// B l u r r: Humans are awfully fun to play with. B l u r r: [[ funny story: one of the managers we had at buffalo literally used to talk and walk like meyers and asked a server out on a date ]] B l u r r: [[ the more you know. *rainbow motion* ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[omg]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((..er, omg. without telepathy)) Bonecrusher: ((creepy)) B l u r r: [[ oh and he was much older ]] B l u r r: [[ so yes it was very creepy. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ew)) Bevel: ((eww B l u r r: [[ yes it was very ew ]] B l u r r: ... She literally spilled one thing on her clothes and needs to wash them right now? B l u r r: Dramatic. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Some of us prefer to keep clean.]] Bonecrusher: Why do they bother? B l u r r: I don't know. B l u r r: It's a waste. B l u r r: That little one is useless, too. B l u r r: [[ this little girl always annoyed me ]] Bonecrusher: They're still nasty. Did ya know humans got these tiny spigots all over their flesh that drip slime all the time? B l u r r: ... Slime? B l u r r: Never met a human that dripped slime. Bonecrusher: Yeah. They're always greasy and moist. B l u r r: That's sweat. Bonecrusher: YEAH. That's it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //It's gross.// B l u r r: Yes, humans are disgusting. Wing: *he's late. forever late. he's also not sure about being here. just let him slip quietly along the back* Bonecrusher: *hey there new guy, tonight Nova Fragging Prime is sitting on a couch.* Sup. B l u r r: She's an idiot anyway. Wearing those ugly yellow socks with anything. Wing: *well, he tried* *wave* Bonecrusher: What're socks? B l u r r: Those things on her legs ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Clothes. Weak leg armor.]] Bonecrusher: Oh. Bonecrusher: ((oh my god this lil kid tryna ninja around)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Sounds like the Boss.// Bevel: Death? B l u r r: Tsk. Bonecrusher: Starin' at the wall like an idiot? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Neither, thank you.]] B l u r r: ... Maybe he didn't see the wall. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oh god this jackass and his line)) Bonecrusher: ((ew)) B l u r r: yeah ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((agreed)) Bonecrusher: ((so when do they get stabbed)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((not soon enough)) B l u r r: well, they're already breaking the three rules so ]] B l u r r: [[ ive shown scream, right? That's my favorite movie ]] Wing: ((saaaame)) Wing: ((I mean besides Rocky Horror)) Wing: ((and Return of the Living Dead)) Wing: (( @___@ I can't decide ***)) B l u r r: [[ i think id like to reshow cabin in the woods. ]] Bonecrusher: ((cabin in the woods is gr8)) B l u r r: [[ it is a favorite ]] Bonecrusher: *disgusted Nova Prime noises* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy stage whispers* \\TOO OVERCHARGED TO KEEP GOIN'\\ Bonecrusher: Turn that slag off, only one of us in here's a voyeur. Bonecrusher: ... *COUGH*soundwave*COUGH* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ugh. He isn't interested in humans.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Or most mechs.]] Bevel: *ugh interfacing movies* B l u r r: / snort / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Please, Primus, don't let Bonecrusher mention the recent thing.* Wing: *never mind. he'll just slip back out again and return home* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble throws a half-afted salute at Wing* Bonecrusher: MOST mechs. Wing: ((I tried. he's not having it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slow turn to stare at Bonecrusher.* Bonecrusher: *if Nova didn't have a battlemask Bonecrusher would be giving him the smuggest smirk.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Congratulations, Bonecrusher. You've guaranteed he's going to be staring at you all the rest of the night. Without moving.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Don't nobody call cops?// Bonecrusher: *you keep staring, sheet metal.* Bonecrusher: How come humans are so dumb? Bonecrusher: Turn the fraggin' lights on. B l u r r: They never do ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy scoots closer* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\DRAMATIC FRAGGER, AIN'T HE.\\ Bonecrusher: ((is he like, standing somewhere with a bunch of tripwires to pull open the doors at the right time)) B l u r r: [[plot twist: he's the home alone kid gone wild ] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((they did say someone stole rope along with masks)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg blurr)) Bonecrusher: ((omg)) Bonecrusher: (("leave ME at home whole they go to paris, will they?!")) B l u r r: [[ "FOR THREE VACATIONS " ]] B l u r r: [[ he finally had it ]] Bonecrusher: They're punchin' through doors and windows like they're nothin'. Shoddy construction. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Well, yeah. It ain't good metal. It's like. Tree.// Bonecrusher: Yeah, but humans are made outta meat. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Only thing can't beat a tree's the Prime.// Bevel: *laughs* B l u r r: /scoff/ Depends on the prime, I suppose. Bonecrusher: *doesn't get it, but thinks that it's an insult to the prime, so laughs*

Bonecrusher: ((EAT, SPEEDY)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU GOTTA ANTRIPLICATE THE DYIN'. GET ALL TENSE 'N SCRAP.\\ Bonecrusher: Don't wanna be tense. I just wanna watch humans die. B l u r r: They're awful slow. Human killers. Bonecrusher: I coulda chewed up everyone in this movie by now. B l u r r: I wouldn't recommend eating them. B l u r r: They get stuck between your denta. Bonecrusher: I know howta floss. Bevel: I like all the lights humans put up on Cross-miss. B l u r r: So do I. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ravage does too, heh heh.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage growls. Rumble wasn't supposed to tell that.* B l u r r: I prefer mechs, however. Much better. Can taste the emotions and data. Bevel: *smiles at Ravage anyway* Bonecrusher: Ehhhh, I just like the crunch. Bonecrusher: And the screamin'. ItsyBitsySpyers: //How come you ain't called Bonecruncher?// B l u r r: it's fun toscare them Bonecrusher: ... I 'unno. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pfffffffhfhfhf Tarantula-man.// B l u r r: Humans are awfully fun to play with. B l u r r: [[ funny story: one of the managers we had at buffalo literally used to talk and walk like meyers and asked a server out on a date ]] B l u r r: [[ the more you know. *rainbow motion* ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[omg]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((..er, omg. without telepathy)) Bonecrusher: ((creepy)) B l u r r: [[ oh and he was much older ]] B l u r r: [[ so yes it was very creepy. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ew)) Bevel: ((eww B l u r r: [[ yes it was very ew ]] B l u r r: ... She literally spilled one thing on her clothes and needs to wash them right now? B l u r r: Dramatic. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Some of us prefer to keep clean.]] Bonecrusher: Why do they bother? B l u r r: I don't know. B l u r r: It's a waste. B l u r r: That little one is useless, too. B l u r r: [[ this little girl always annoyed me ]] Bonecrusher: They're still nasty. Did ya know humans got these tiny spigots all over their flesh that drip slime all the time? B l u r r: ... Slime? B l u r r: Never met a human that dripped slime. Bonecrusher: Yeah. They're always greasy and moist. B l u r r: That's sweat. Bonecrusher: YEAH. That's it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //It's gross.// B l u r r: Yes, humans are disgusting. Wing: *he's late. forever late. he's also not sure about being here. just let him slip quietly along the back* Bonecrusher: *hey there new guy, tonight Nova Fragging Prime is sitting on a couch.* Sup. B l u r r: She's an idiot anyway. Wearing those ugly yellow socks with anything. Wing: *well, he tried* *wave* Bonecrusher: What're socks? B l u r r: Those things on her legs ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Clothes. Weak leg armor.]] Bonecrusher: Oh. Bonecrusher: ((oh my god this lil kid tryna ninja around)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Sounds like the Boss.// Bevel: Death? B l u r r: Tsk. Bonecrusher: Starin' at the wall like an idiot? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Neither, thank you.]] B l u r r: ... Maybe he didn't see the wall. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oh god this jackass and his line)) Bonecrusher: ((ew)) B l u r r: yeah ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((agreed)) Bonecrusher: ((so when do they get stabbed)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((not soon enough)) B l u r r: well, they're already breaking the three rules so ]] B l u r r: [[ ive shown scream, right? That's my favorite movie ]] Wing: ((saaaame)) Wing: ((I mean besides Rocky Horror)) Wing: ((and Return of the Living Dead)) Wing: (( @___@ I can't decide ***)) B l u r r: [[ i think id like to reshow cabin in the woods. ]] Bonecrusher: ((cabin in the woods is gr8)) B l u r r: [[ it is a favorite ]] Bonecrusher: *disgusted Nova Prime noises* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy stage whispers* \\TOO OVERCHARGED TO KEEP GOIN'\\ Bonecrusher: Turn that slag off, only one of us in here's a voyeur. Bonecrusher: ... *COUGH*soundwave*COUGH* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ugh. He isn't interested in humans.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Or most mechs.]] Bevel: *ugh interfacing movies* B l u r r: / snort / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Please, Primus, don't let Bonecrusher mention the recent thing.* Wing: *never mind. he'll just slip back out again and return home* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble throws a half-afted salute at Wing* Bonecrusher: MOST mechs. Wing: ((I tried. he's not having it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slow turn to stare at Bonecrusher.* Bonecrusher: *if Nova didn't have a battlemask Bonecrusher would be giving him the smuggest smirk.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Congratulations, Bonecrusher. You've guaranteed he's going to be staring at you all the rest of the night. Without moving.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Don't nobody call cops?// Bonecrusher: *you keep staring, sheet metal.* Bonecrusher: How come humans are so dumb? Bonecrusher: Turn the fraggin' lights on. B l u r r: They never do ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy scoots closer* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\DRAMATIC FRAGGER, AIN'T HE.\\ Bonecrusher: ((is he like, standing somewhere with a bunch of tripwires to pull open the doors at the right time)) B l u r r: [[plot twist: he's the home alone kid gone wild ] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((they did say someone stole rope along with masks)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg blurr)) Bonecrusher: ((omg)) Bonecrusher: (("leave ME at home whole they go to paris, will they?!")) B l u r r: [[ "FOR THREE VACATIONS " ]] B l u r r: [[ he finally had it ]] Bonecrusher: They're punchin' through doors and windows like they're nothin'. Shoddy construction. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Well, yeah. It ain't good metal. It's like. Tree.// Bonecrusher: Yeah, but humans are made outta meat. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Only thing can't beat a tree's the Prime.// Bevel: *laughs* B l u r r: /scoff/ Depends on the prime, I suppose. Bonecrusher: *doesn't get it, but thinks that it's an insult to the prime, so laughs* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\FINISH HIM!\\ Bonecrusher: *... Is Soundwave still staring?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *yeeeeep* Bonecrusher: *............... that's fine.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //What, your Prime never been tree-punched?// ItsyBitsySpyers: //I ain't believin' it.// B l u r r: / vents/ Honestly. B l u r r: My Prime? Never. Bonecrusher: You saw him punch through a door 'n' you think that one's gonna stop him? It's got holes in it? B l u r r: Well, she'smaking noise, so he knows she's there Bonecrusher: Moron. B l u r r: / tenses up and flinches just slightly / Bonecrusher: ... What, he's dead already? Bonecrusher: Oh. B l u r r: Well, guess he's not dead dead. B l u r r: Which means the monster wins. /chews on another rust stick / Bonecrusher: Whaddaya mean, he was shot like twenty times. B l u r r: yeah but he got away Bevel: Humans can survive a lot of really bad stuff sometimes. Maybe he will too. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HE FOLLOWS HER SOME MORE. LIKE. TO A HOSPITAL.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\MAYBE HE FIXES HIMSELF UP OR SOMETHIN'.\\ Bevel: Oh no B l u r r: Not as mysterious as Jason. Bonecrusher: ... But humans are weak. B l u r r: Consistently so. Bevel: Is Jason another murderer guy? B l u r r: Mm yes. B l u r r: He's from a different movie. ItsyBitsySpyers: //You sound kinda scared.// Rumble grins at Bonecrusher. B l u r r: / snicker/ Oh, is he? Bonecrusher: NAW. I'm mad. It's stupid. He's supposed t'be dead. B l u r r: So, you'd rather the good guys win? Bonecrusher: *looks at Blurr like he's crazy.* Bonecrusher: Who gives a frag? They're all humans. B l u r r: But if you had to choose. Bevel: *know what she'd choose but no one's asking her* Bevel: *will happily reach over to look at some of Blurr's decorations for the room* Bonecrusher: I'd choose to step on all of them. B l u r r: / good. check out the deco's / B l u r r: I'm saying if you had to choose between the person ridding the world of more humans or the humans saving other humans Bonecrusher: *Squints* ... I don't give a frag. I wanna step on all of them. B l u r r: ...Ah. A processor is a horrible thing to waste. B l u r r: / sticks another rust stick in his mouth/ Bonecrusher: Hey! What's that supposed to mean?! B l u r r: It means you're not broadening your thought process. Bonecrusher: What's THAT supposed to mean?! You callin' me stupid? B l u r r: No. If I wanted to call you stupid, I would. B l u r r: / cracks the rust stick in half / B l u r r: I'm asking you if you had to choose. You're choosing an option not given. Bonecrusher: *... now he's confused. default to aggression* You're callin' me stupid! Hey! Maybe I don't give a frag bout your dumb question, how 'bout that? You think of that, smart guy? Huh? B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHAA!! B l u r r: / kicks a leg out. Cackling loudly / Bonecrusher: WHO YOU LAUGHING AT?! B l u r r: He gets angry!! /jumps up to his pedes / Like I said, if I was calling you stupid, I would have. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's absolutely giving this to Prowl later.* B l u r r: [[ i hope he gives it to prowl with the background music ]] Bonecrusher: You think I'm too dumb to know when someone's callin' me stupid?! Huh?! B l u r r: Absolutely not. I think you're intelligent to know that I'm blunt and when I want to call someone stupid, I will. Bonecrusher: ... YEAH. S'right. I am. Frag straight. B l u r r: / smirks / B l u r r: What's a mech like you doing these days, hn? B l u r r: With all that intelligence, one would think you could run any cat 1 raid. Bonecrusher: Run a what? I mean—YEAH. Sure. I could. If I wanted. Got better slag to do though. B l u r r: Oh? Like what? B l u r r: / smirks at vacant side/ He's so smart, isn't he? /nod nod nod. Dodge and Velocity are dying of laughter fyi / Bonecrusher: Who you talkin' to. B l u r r: /smirks and motions to his sides / Dodge. Velocity. Bonecrusher: *Squints.* ... Don't see nobody. B l u r r: / makes a face/ Oh ? What a pity... B l u r r: / glances around / Everyone else can. And here I thought you were intelligent... B l u r r: / disappointed sigh. 8( / Bonecrusher: HEY! You ARE callin' me stupid! I oughta—! Bonecrusher: *saw soundwave out of the corner of his optic. HE'S STILL STARING.* B l u r r: You oughta...? B l u r r: / is waiting. Turns to his side / Oh, don't worry. Maybe he'll see you eventually . Bonecrusher: ... i oughta... i oughta go back t'... boss is probably gonna... y'know... Bonecrusher: ... m'gonna go home. B l u r r: Oh? Pity. B l u r r: We were just starting to get to know you. Bonecrusher: *watches Soundwave uncomfortably a moment.* B l u r r: Well, if you ever want to drop by. Let us know. /smirk/ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. He should leave too. He has business to attend to.]] He says while not moving at all. B l u r r: /reaches down to scritch Ravage / See you later, mech. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage rumbles and nods.* =Next time.= B l u r r: Oberyn! /monster wolf to his side / Come along. We have business with a few mechs in the brig. Bonecrusher: *... he's gonna just. turn off.* B l u r r: See you later, new mech /wiggle claws / B l u r r: / waves to soundwave / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Waits a second, makes sure Bonecrusher isn't coming back. Huffs, turns to Blurr, and nods.* [[A pleasant evening. Goodnight, Blurr.]] *And off to harass his new playtoy some more, everyone in tow.*

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grubhivemind · 7 years

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--supersonicFoxtrot [SF] began pestering primadonnaTartuffe [PT]--

SF: >Yo!!!<

SF: >sup online party gurl<

PT: oh haaaay.

PT: not much im just winding down for family festivities.

SF: >o right its human egg day or sumthing<

SF: >rite?<

PT: right you are.

PT: the eggman has risen on this day.

PT: my boyfriends dad always makes a big deal out of holidays so i crashed that affair.

SF: >lmaooo<

SF: >noice<

SF: >i got to say egg rising man day is so confusing sounding culturally<

SF: >sounds like ur celebrating massive birthdays<

SF: >or troll babies<

PT: no you see this is the time of year we celebrate dr robotik aka eggman well known nemesis of sonic the hedgehog.

SF: >who now wut face?<

PT: dont be so fucking insensitive towards my culture.

SF: >ur human customs are WEIRD ryanne<

PT: is it WEIRD to paint eggs with your sonic ocs???

SF: >um yah<

SF: >why do u want to paint EGGS<

SF: >when u can eat them<

PT: why not both?

SF: >do u do both?<

PT: YEAH. painting them doesnt make them inedible.

SF: >o well shit<

SF: >pfft well I hope u ate a lot of eggs<

PT: im just FULL of eggs.

SF: >pfftt<

SF: >so full of eggs u might as well be<

SF: >a mother grub<

PT: thats me. one big elegant mama.

SF: >snrk<

SF: >beautiful<

SF: >I guess tho cus of ur human holiday<

SF: >u aren't around to hang out<

PT: eh well me and my folks came home.

PT: i could sneak away for the rest of the evening.

SF: >OvO<

SF: >lets sneak out and party<

PT: yeah buddy.

PT: where you wanna meet?

SF: >I'm fine meeting wherever<

SF: >but how bout the park near the skaianet buildin<

PT: ah yes i know it well.

PT: ill be right there.

SF: >sweeet<

SF: >catch u there<

NELLIE: -Whenever Ryan shows up there in the future, Nellie is already in the dimly lit park.-

NELLIE: -He's trying hand stands on his hoverboard like a dorkus.-

RYAN: -wanders over, hands in the pockets of her hoodie. when she sees this goofy boy, she snorts.- ohhh wow im so impressed.

NELLIE: -He doesnt hear her and she goes unnoticed until his hover board pivots around so hes facing her and then he startles a little. Enough to fall off his board and flop to the ground right on his ass.- OOF!

NELLIE: Oh. Hai, Ryanne.

NELLIE: -Snrks and hoists himself back up onto his feet to dust himself off.-

RYAN: -grins- hey.

RYAN: didnt know you were a boarder.

RYAN: can i see it?

NELLIE: Pfft. Yah I've picked it up over the last few years. -Snatches the board out of the air and then offers it to her.-

NELLIE: Yuh know how to stand on one?

RYAN: yeah sure. i used to steal my brothers all the time. -takes it and lies it down in front of her before she starts to climb up on it.-

RYAN: -wobbles- ohhh shit. its been a while tho haha.

NELLIE: -Watches her wobble and snickers.- Here want a hand?

NELLIE: -offers his hand out and goes to stand next to the board.- Just dont go tuh high or yuh will either fall off or drag me up hehe.

RYAN: -places her hand in his just to balance herself- lol i would consider the latter but im not strong enough to lift you. so wed have double trouble there.

RYAN: -lifts off the ground and takes her hand with her so she can zip around a little. she definitely seems competent with this thing. suddenly she's having flashbacks to dirk teaching her how to use a hover board...-

NELLIE: -Good! That she doesnt fall anyways.- There yuh go!

NELLIE: Yuh got this gurl. -Makes sure to stay as her balance point.- Yuh have got the hang of this.

RYAN: hell YEAH i do!! PCHOOOO.

RYAN: -but she gets bored right away, slowing to a stop. she stays hovering there for a moment though.-

RYAN: so what were you thinking about partying?

NELLIE: Hmm!

NELLIE: Well we culd do a lot of things.

NELLIE: We culd go out. There are clubs and bars and stuff still open. Or we culd hang out here sum more. Or go anywhere.

NELLIE: -Grins at her.- Partying is sub ject uv.

RYAN: -thousand yard stare. teetering back and forth on this board.- i wanna go to a club... -kind of trails off like there's an implied BUT-

NELLIE: -Raises a brow at her implied but.-

NELLIE: Well oh kay then lets go tuh one ell oh ell!

RYAN: ...

RYAN: yeah alright. -she tells herself she won't drink, she'll just dance.-

RYAN: -hops off the hover board.-

NELLIE: -Well there are other things to do at clubs besides drink.-

NELLIE: -Anyways the moment Ryan hops off is when Nellie hops up and mounts his board before once more offering her a hand.- Here cum on up. Dunt worry I can balance us both, and its faster tuh get tuh this place I know.

RYAN: well up i go again. -takes his hand and hikes back up onto the board.- where we headed? i probably know it.

NELLIE: I like this place called The Aquarium. Its gut all those surfaces that are really fish tanks. Its batt shit awe sum!

NELLIE: Oh kay suh hold ontuh me so yuh dont go flying off. Oh and once we start moving I wont be able tuh keep reading yur lips cus I'll be focusing ahead. if yuh need sumthing just tap me, oh kay? -Once she is up and steady, Nellie kicks them off and they start zooming through the air at high speeds. Its only because he has a passenger that Nellie wont show off and do flips.-

RYAN: -read her lips? HE WAS DEAF THIS WHOLE TIME AND DIDN'T TELL HER? wow. incredible. except she doesn't even care. she holds onto him with one arm and waves an ok hand :ok_hand: in his face before they take off.-

NELLIE: -He forgets to tell people Ryan. Nellie used to advertise it more but over the years he has gotten so used to reading lips and speaking without sign language that it just slips his mind most of the time. Also he doesnt see why it would matter either.-

NELLIE: -Thanks to his speedy flight skills, they arrive outside the club before too long. Nellie slowly lowers the board closer to the ground so they can hop off.- Ladies first.

RYAN: oh thank you. :yum: -plops onto her feet and steps away fro mthe board to give him room, also to approach the building. she's definitely familiar with it. if she recalls correctly, it was fairly new before she left skaia. but maybe she's thinking of something else. her memory of that time is pretty hazy at this point.

NELLIE: -Once Ryan is safely at a distance Nellie dismounts his board and before he hits the ground he stores it back into his sylladex. How cool is he? Not at all...-

NELLIE: Oh kay suh we heading straight in? -Offers Ryan his arm.-

RYAN: -was he being cool? she didn't even see because she zoned out, but her attention snaps back to him when he speaks. it takes a moment to register the question and the arm being offered to her, but she loops hers in his and nods.-

RYAN: lets do this shit.

NELLIE: -Aww thats okay, she will get other chances to see him try and be cool later.-

NELLIE: -Maybe.-

NELLIE: Hell yah. -He is going to walk her up to the doorman, they dont even have to wait in line too long and as long as they both flash their IDs (Nellie will cover the entrance fee for Ryan) they get in without any hassle.-

NELLIE: -Inside the club music is pounding, people are crowded on the dance floor which is see through into a large tank filled with all sorts of strange and wondrous sea life, and there are drink servers dressed in dazzling mermaid themes. There are cocktail menus based on shipwrecks and tropical fish, and the several bars placed around the club and each one features tanks of different species of small critter, from colorful nudibranchs to hue flashing cuttlefish. Its an all over kind of ridiculous venue.-

RYAN: -yeeees. she is all about this aesthetic and that bass is already infecting her, getting her pumped up and bringing her right back to the frequent evenings she spent in clubs just like this one.-

RYAN: -bobs and shimmies into the crowd, dragging nellie with her. she'll make her way to the bar eventually, but first she has to dance her way through all these people. and sing along to the music playing, of course. she turns towards nellie to dance at him. GET IN ON THIS BRO.-

NELLIE: -Now it is his turn to be led. Nellie laughs as Ryan pulls him into the crowds after her, and when she starts to dance he is only a little hesitant to join her. Usually he is not a big dancing person given that he has a hard time noticing rhythm, but clubs like these always blast the music hard enough that he can physically feel the beat and thats why he likes this place.-

NELLIE: -He is going to gently hip check Ryan, watching her sing but hardly being able to make sense of it anyways.- Heheh!

RYAN: -she's a firm believer that you don't need to have rhythm to dance... you just need it to be GOOD. and being good ain't what dancing is about.- oohp! -laughs and bumps him back with her big butt. then falls into a butt bumping rhythm.-

NELLIE: -Good thing its not about being good because hes really not. But he can butt bump! And he will keep it going so long as she does.-

NELLIE: Oh kay suh yuh can ride a hover board and dance?? Daaayyyuuummm!!

RYAN: im skilled in all sorts of things. -snickers and starts wiggling her way in the direction of the bar. mimes throwing a lasso at him and pulling him in to follow.-

NELLIE: Um I bettah get tuh see the rest of these things then. -Yes please guide him around. Truth be told its great to just follow around a strong personality person sometimes, and Ryan fits this criteria for him.-

NELLIE: -Hes going to slide up to the bar next to her tough and start looking over drinks.-

NELLIE: Wuts yur poison?

RYAN: -it's ALL poison.- mmm... -it's a little overwhelming since she hasn't really been to a club where she can order GOOD drinks in a while. she's mostly been dipping into the hard lemonades when she's feeling weak.-

RYAN: ill take a blushing margarita first off.

NELLIE: Blushing marga rida? -He hasn't heard of that one before, but hey learn something knew each time you go to the bar. Hes going to flag down the bar tender for the both of them and order her one, and a screwdriver for himself.-

NELLIE: -They are quickly prepared and placed in front of the two of them on little anchor themed coasters. Nellie sips his the moment is ready and turns to chin hand at Ryan.- What do yuh think of this place so far?

RYAN: -SCHLOOORP.- i think its the bees fucking knees my dude.

RYAN: i was right tho... ive been here before. its just been a while.

NELLIE: Yah? How cum? Yuh got another place yuh like tuh go tuh now?

NELLIE: This is my personal fave I think.

NELLIE: I really like watching all the fish ell oh ell. -He snickers and sips more of his drink.-

RYAN: mmm. well...

RYAN: last time i was here it was before i moved.

RYAN: see i moved from skaia to lopan for a while.

RYAN: but i ended up comin back a few months ago. and uh... i havent done much social drinking since then. -says this guiltily... but nothing she can't drown down.-

NELLIE: -Dont worry Ryan he isnt going to pry. Nellie is a strong believer in leaving the past in the past.-

NELLIE: Aww well thanks for cuming out with me tuhnight if its not usually yur thing.

NELLIE: Also well come back tuh skaia!

NELLIE: Consider this yur late homecoming.

RYAN: thanks man. -yeah... she's definitely not gonna elaborate if he doesn't ask. sips this drink.-

RYAN: maybe ill join ya from now on if you frequent this place.

NELLIE: Um Im all abut that?

NELLIE: Im always looking for new pals tuh hangout with. -Gives her a fangy grin.-

NELLIE: I dunt always go here though. I also dunt mind partying in the cumforts of hive yuh know?

RYAN: yeah dude thats got its merits too.

RYAN: if you wanna low key kinda party. which isnt always my thing necessarily... im a go big or go home kinda gal.

RYAN: ... -sips- a bad analogy. but you get what i mean.

NELLIE: -Raises a brow at her.- Yah?

NELLIE: Sounds like yuh know how tuh have a gud time. Got tuh say its been a while since I've intentionally gone hard at anything.

NELLIE: I kinda am used tuh coasting over a long period of time.

RYAN: hahah thats probably smarter anyways.

RYAN: but what the fuck is moderation i ask.

NELLIE: A suggestion probubly?

NELLIE: At least thats how I take it.

NELLIE: Treat yurself yuh know.

RYAN: -laughs a little about that. hoo boy... that's some shitty piece of advice right there, but she really is not equipped to argue with it. not when deep down it's something she agrees with anyways.-

RYAN: darn fucking tootin. -downs this drink and flags the bar tender over for another. it begins.-

NELLIE: -Oh shit, she finished that quick. Nellie doesn't want to seem like a light weight to his new club buddy, so of course as Ryan flags down the bar tender he swings back the last of his vodka and orange juice in one go so he can get another and they can be even.- (Shiiiit.)

NELLIE: Oh kay Ryanne we should like.

NELLIE: Yuh should tell me more about yuh. Or wait like. We culd play a game like tuh lies one truth.

NELLIE: Or whutever its called hahah.

NELLIE: I want tuh know more about yuh.

RYAN: oooo i love games like that.

RYAN: let me think. :thinking: -grabs her new drink and sips thoughtfully.-

RYAN: ok i got it.

RYAN: my mom is a famous musician. :microphone:

RYAN: this isnt my natural eye color. :eye:

RYAN: ive never ridden a horse before. :horse:

NELLIE: OOooooohh oh kay, oh kay um.

NELLIE: -Squints at her as he thinks.- Yuh said yuh sing. And yuh can dance... suh the mom thing might be true...

NELLIE: Im pretty sure thats yur eye color...

NELLIE: Nuh, I'm going tuh say yuh have never ridden a horse befur.

RYAN: ding dong you are wrong.

RYAN: my mom IS famous. you ever heard of robyn saint?

NELLIE: -Dramatic gasp.-

NELLIE: The Rob bin saint?????

NELLIE: ....pfft nuh, I'm not really a big music guy.

RYAN: wow i cant imagine WHY.

RYAN: shes kind of niche anyway so im not surprised when people havent heard of her. plus she hasnt been super active for a while... kind of a moldy oldie lmao.

RYAN: anyways ive DEF ridden a horse before.

RYAN: my big brother used to take a bunch of us kids in the family to horse ranches because hes like unhealthily obsessed with horses.

NELLIE: Hahah wow.

NELLIE: I saw a horse like. Once.

NELLIE: -Finishes his second drink and places the glass down on the bar with a pleasant sigh.-

NELLIE: Oh kay suh my turn then? Hmm.

NELLIE: I graduated wuth a degree in arow-dinamics.

NELLIE: Ive never been ahrested.

NELLIE: I'm lactose intollerint.

RYAN: ooooo tough... :thinking:

RYAN: im gonna say you got an aerodynamics degree.

RYAN: becaaause i choose to believe theres a fun story behind you getting arrested and also that you dont suffer from an affliction as terrible as lactose intolerance.

NELLIE: NUPE!

NELLIE: I cant touch cheez without suffuring. And also I never finished school feeding ell em ay oh. -He snickers.-

RYAN: damn!! thats the saddest thing that ever got said.

RYAN: the cheese thing... ive never gotten proper schooling either haha.

RYAN: :eyes: but you have been arrested?

NELLIE: Yahhh it sucks majer bulge.... Still doesnt stahp me from eating it though.

NELLIE: -Orders himself a third screw driver.- And eyup.

NELLIE: I went tuh jail for like a month tuh. It wus a real long time ago.

NELLIE: Yuh are technically looking at a reformed felon.

Sari-04/18/2017

RYAN: :scream:

RYAN: can i ask what you did?

NELLIE: Heh well...

NELLIE: -Sips more drank.-

NELLIE: Mostly shop lifting.

RYAN: oooo mostly. i cant believe im fraternizing with a deliquent. -snickers-

RYAN: ol sticky fingers nellie.

NELLIE: Hahaha yuh thats me.

NELLIE: I wus a thief. -Among other things...-

NELLIE: Now I just fly ships and get high on thuh weekends.

RYAN: takes breaks from flying high to fly high. sounds like a good life to me.

RYAN: im still... between careers lol. i think i mentioned that. i cant remember.

NELLIE: Yuh might of but I didnt remember either though haha.

NELLIE: Thats oh kay though.

NELLIE: -Taps his fingers on the bar.- Hmm.

NELLIE: Also like.

NELLIE: If its a gud life yuh want to try. Its still kind of the week end?

RYAN: ... -I shouldn't, I really really shouldn't. she keeps telling herself that.-

RYAN: i mean i aint about to deny the invitation.

NELLIE: -He is grinning more now and straightens himself up.- Well shit.

NELLIE: Then like. I've gut stuff at my place? Yuh know anything about Wish?

RYAN: -finishes up THIS drink quickly too.- sure ive heard of it.

RYAN: never tried it before tho.

NELLIE: -:eyes:-

NELLIE: Duh yuh want tuh?

NELLIE: I'm a little new tuh it tuh but.

NELLIE: I like it. A friend shared it with me suh its only right i give the same chance tuh another.

RYAN: sharing is caring after all...

RYAN: lets do it.

NELLIE: It shure as hell is. -He winks back and then slides the bar tender money for the drinks they've had so far.-

NELLIE: We culd head there now, or keep hanging out here for a while more but.

NELLIE: If we duh stay here I'm cutting mahself off suh I can still fly us back safe.

NELLIE: Its up tuh yuh, Ryanne.

RYAN: hmmmm.

RYAN: eh we can split. im feeling a little crowded anyways.

NELLIE: Well in that cayse. -He stands up from the barstool and offers Ryan his arm.-

NELLIE: Can I escort yuh out, buddy?

RYAN: -slides off and loops arms with him once again.- such a gentleman.

NELLIE: I try. Cunsider it making up for being an ex con.

NELLIE: -He is going to lead her through the crowds and out the nearest exit then. When they get back outside into the fresh night air Nellie decaptchalogs his board again and once more will help Ryan up onto it with him. He's not too wobbly despite having three drinks in him.- I'm fifteen minnuts from here, suh same rules as last time tap if yuh need somethin!

RYAN: -she's feeling a little woozy after getting onto her feet, which is strange to her. her tolerance used to be much higher but then again she's been sober for like 9 months now. she nods in understanding, clambering up onto the board with him.-

RYAN: right right i got you.

NELLIE: Oh kay then hold on tight! -Once he says that Nellie is zooming up into the night sky. He goes pretty fast, but stays in control the whole time. Zipping through the air on a hoverboard is like second nature to him after all these years.-

NELLIE: -They arrive at his apartment building in the time that was promised. More specifically they arrive on the roof and Nellie leads Ryan down a set of fire escapes after tucking away his hoverboard again. After that he just slides open the window to the livingroom and presto!- Heh, hivestem sweet hivestem.

NELLIE: -He slides on in and then will give Ryan a hand if she needs help getting in.- Pretty sure mah roommate is out until wednesday but if yuh feel like sumthing is watching yuh thats probubly her ell oh ell.

NELLIE: -The place isnt too fancy. But its got a decent kitchen, and furniture. There is one full bathroom and two bedrooms that branch off from the living room.-

RYAN: -thanks for the help friendo. she slips inside, pointedly ignoring the gut feeling she has that this whole situation is wrong and she should know better. she doesn't even know nellie that well, and yet she's throwing caution to the wind and accepting drugs from an acquaintance someplace she's unfamiliar with. just like the good old days...-

RYAN: its cool im always down to be watched.

RYAN: -distracts herself from her inner turmoil by wandering around the place, inspecting anything and everything there is to look at.-

NELLIE: -Its a nice place! Its well lit and there are video games and movies on the shelf by the tv. The couch is covered with strewn blankets (Whoops he didnt know he'd have company) but overall its pretty homey.- Oh kay yuh chill out for two seconds I'm going tuh get the stuff. Bee are bee.

NELLIE: -He waves her towards the sitting area and she can sit on the couch or the arm chair near the coffee table. Nellie slips towards one of the back rooms, and when he comes bag he has an old fiduspawn card tin in his hands.-

RYAN: -flops onto the couch and makes herself cozy, looking around until he returns.- oh shit is it time to duel?

NELLIE: -The blankets are very cozy, soft and clean smelling if she wants to get super comfy.- Heh, yah always??

NELLIE: -Sits himself on the floor and puts the tin on the coffee table before opening it. Inside is a collection of weed, cigarettes, a nasal spray bottle, and then a bunch of these strange body patches.-

NELLIE: -He takes out the bottle and a patch.- Oh kay suh yuh have got options here. I never used this spray but its a more direct and faster high? Suh yuh can use it if yuh want. Im a fan of these though. -Holds up the patch.-

NELLIE: It melts intuh yur skin over time suh its a longer lasting high.

RYAN: hmm... -considers her options carefully.-

RYAN: okay like.

RYAN: its not gonna kill me if i take a shot of this and then slap on a patch is it?

RYAN: im talking immediate health risks. im well beyond the long term kind.

NELLIE: Proububly not? I mean I did tuh patches at once this one time.

NELLIE: But yuh are going tuh feel that shit pfft.

NELLIE: Its kind of a high like weed. But more in the front of yur pan if yuh get that?

NELLIE: Makes shit heavy and light at the same time. Warms yuh up.

RYAN: oh okay that doesnt sound so bad.

RYAN: -grabs that nasal spray.- gonna get me a WHIFF. -examines this bottle to assess how it's used before she does the honors. WHOOF. she seems a little surprised, blinking and shaking her head after it tickles up her nose.-

RYAN: alright alright. now slap me with one of those thingers. i dunno where the ideal place to stick it is.

NELLIE: -Watches her figure out the spray and snickers a little as he hands her a patch.- Peel off the back first. And I like tuh put them on the small of mah back.

NELLIE: Or shoulder. -He takes a patch for himself, peels off the back and lifts his shirt and sticks it on the skin of his shoulder. Nellie then rubs the patch just to warm it up faster so his body can absorb it sooner.-

RYAN: -peels off the back of the patch and lifts up her shirt around her middle, slapping it onto her back. depending on where he's sitting, he might catch a glimpse of the tattoo covering almost all of her back when she leans over.-

RYAN: cool. now the party can truly begin.

NELLIE: Hehe hell yah. Let me know if yuh want snacks or sumthing tuh? Ive got stuff tuh munch on.

NELLIE: -He just catches the sight of her tat out of the corner of his eye and he leans a little to try and see more of it.- Oooh.

NELLIE: Thats sick looking? Yur tattoo.

RYAN: oh yeah. let me give you the full experience. -lifts her the back of her shirt up higher since it goes all the way up to her shoulder blades. a beautiful blue and pink peacock tattoo stretches over the expanse of her skin.-

RYAN: okay its not the full experience because otherwise id be flashing my ass at you.

NELLIE: Pfft. Well thanks. -But still :eyes: all over the designs.- Wow.

NELLIE: Nuh seriously thats sum amazing werk.April 20, 2017

RYAN: right? theyve got some killer tattoo artists on lopan.

RYAN: you ever go there much? i bet youd be into that scene.

NELLIE: -Shakes his head.- Nahh. But now it's on my list ell oh ell.

NELLIE: Whut kind of place is it?

RYAN: shit dude its like the night life planet.

RYAN: great for partying. great for artsy folk. but thats in the cities.

RYAN: in the desert its junker city like its star wars or some shit.

NELLIE: Wait junkers? Whut can yuh buy parts out there? -Hes all about old ship junk.-

NELLIE: If suh then yah this seems like a place I need tuh guh tuh ay ess ay pee.

RYAN: -smirks and nods- yeah exactly like that.

RYAN: makes sense. most of you space truckers are into that it seems like. -tilts her head, resting it on her hand and equilibrium seems thrown off so suddenly she almost falls over to the side. whoa there. guess this shit is kicking in and she's got lead in her head, but it must be the airiness keeping her upright..-

RYAN: im feeling it mister krabs.

NELLIE: -Ryan please do not fall over, he would feel real bad if you did.- Oh em gee.

NELLIE: Well take it easy oh kay? -His is a slower building high, but Nellie can really start to feel his body warm up as the drugs are absorbed into his system.- Ahh its the shit though rite?

RYAN: its real nice dude... im starting to chill way the fuck out now. hahaha. -passes a hand through her hair.-

RYAN: you said something about snacks?

NELLIE: I probubly did.

NELLIE: Yuh like popcorn. Chips?

RYAN: why not both?

#supersonicFoxtrot #primadonnaTartuffe #in which ryan falls off the wagon #cw: drug use

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