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robothell2015-01-07 01:04 am
triggerhappycopter) wrote in robothell2015-01-07 01:04 am
Not in Kansas Anymore
Who: Tarn and Spinister
Where: The City
When: Sometime after arrival
What: Spinister gets an unfortunate welcome.
Warnings: Tooorture potentially??
This was not the WAP.
This was not the WAP at all.
Spinister shakily wipes the black tears from his face with the back of his hand, confusion and panic condensing themselves into a small, hard lump somewhere under his spark casing.
They were playing jenga while waiting for Fulcrum to call in. Then the white-out pain of his spark suddenly starting to burning out, the blurred sight of Crankcase and Krok seizing on the floor in agony.
The pain had stopped as suddenly as it'd come, leaving a ringing, fading soreness behind. When the world cleared up again, it had not been the comforting sight of the WAP's lounge room that had greeted him. Spinister staggers onto his feet, gun and rotor sword slipping into his hands, the former of which he aims into nothingness as he twists round and round, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
"Guys?" the heli calls out desperately. "Where are you? This isn't funny. This isn't funny at all!"
Where: The City
When: Sometime after arrival
What: Spinister gets an unfortunate welcome.
Warnings: Tooorture potentially??
This was not the WAP.
This was not the WAP at all.
Spinister shakily wipes the black tears from his face with the back of his hand, confusion and panic condensing themselves into a small, hard lump somewhere under his spark casing.
They were playing jenga while waiting for Fulcrum to call in. Then the white-out pain of his spark suddenly starting to burning out, the blurred sight of Crankcase and Krok seizing on the floor in agony.
The pain had stopped as suddenly as it'd come, leaving a ringing, fading soreness behind. When the world cleared up again, it had not been the comforting sight of the WAP's lounge room that had greeted him. Spinister staggers onto his feet, gun and rotor sword slipping into his hands, the former of which he aims into nothingness as he twists round and round, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
"Guys?" the heli calls out desperately. "Where are you? This isn't funny. This isn't funny at all!"
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"I need to move." He starts to get up from the berth, frame creaking from being still for so long.
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"Don't drive or run or transform or anything." He's beginning to slowly list forwards, faceplanting on the patched side armor, blow torch clicking off. "Gotta... let the repairs... set..."