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Brainstorm ([personal profile] briefcase) wrote in [community profile] robothell2016-01-03 04:49 pm

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Who: Brainstorm, Tarn, and guest star Spinister
Where: Brainstorm's workshop
When: After Tarn discovers their liasons
What: MAKE ME A WEAPON
Warnings: Anxiety


For spur of the moment fragging, Brainstorm had to pat himself on the back for a job well done with clean up. Spinister had made sure his joints were oiled and his paint was fresh. He still had ached like he'd gotten punched in the valve rather than fragged in it, but overall he was fairly pleased with the events.

There was still the fact he didn't have to hang out with a sociopath and Spinister did, so he hopes that after they had triple checked over the mech's frame for any missed transfluid splatters or paint flecks the mech had done it another three more times because he was fairly comfortable with Tarn having no motivation to take a visit to him.

The bow had been set in storage with the rest of his finished weapons, while he'd set to work on something new, first drawing up concepts and taking stock of the material he had to work with. He was running a bit low on nucleon, which meant that he was going to either have to convince Spinister to get more for him or go and do the dirty mining work himself.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-04 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn has bided his time with great patience. Since discovering Spinister’s tryst with Brainstorm, his head has been buzzing with possibilities and ideas. Dangerous ideas, perhaps, but ideas none the less. Brainstorm has most notably been known for his work as a weapons manufacturer, and if there is anything that Tarn craves, it’s a weapon.

His run in with Rampage has left Tarn on edge, constantly on alert for possible danger. With his vocalizer ruined, taking with it his last line of defense, Tarn needs a physical weapon more than ever. He fears that it may be useless against his most recent threat, but it certainly gives him a peace of mind at the very least.

With his mind set, he begins his search, scanning for Brainstorm’s particular spark signature. Giving Spinister a vague excuse for leaving camp, he begins tracking the double agent to a building close enough to the outskirts of the city that he is willing to risk venturing in. It’s the furthest into the city he’s been since his exile and he’s apprehensive, moving as quietly as possible and taking time to listen for the sound of engines around each corner.

Eventually, he makes it to what he assumes is Brainstorm’s workshop. Without hesitating, he enters, pulling himself together into something resembling his old self. Chin up, shoulder’s back, back straight, he strides into the lab with confidence.

“Brainstorm. I’d like to ask a favor.” He manages to keep most of the static from his voice, but it is noticeably rough.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-04 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn smirks slighly behind his mask. How he missed that reaction. That stammer and skip of the spark that used to be so common-place before he began to be treated like a joke or common pest.

He strolls into the heart of the workshop, making a show of looking around; picking up half-finished prototypes and turning them in his hands. Brainstorm has been busy, it seems, which suits Tarn just fine.

The demand for a trade doesn’t throw Tarn in the slightest. In fact he expected it.

“Name your price."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-04 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn scoffs waving off Brainstorm’s concern.

I never laid a finger on you.” Though, to be honest, the entire incident on the Lost Light was kind of a blur thanks to the Nuke coursing through his lines. However, he’s fairly certain it was either Tesarus or Kaon that dispatched Brainstorm in that particular moment in time.

Tarn's survey of the workshop has left him with only one thing to offer. On the bench was a rather paltry store of nucleon; no more than 3 shards left in its storage container. Of course, it would be an essential material for any weapons manufacturer.

“How much Nucleon will you require in exchange for a fully functional firearm?"
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-04 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
That pause as Brainstorm considers is all Tarn needs before he’s certain that he has the deal in the bag.

“Then make it discreet.” Something compact that packs a punch would be ideal; barely noticeable amongst Tarn’s own armor. Custom made, for certain.

“If you can do this, then I will provide any amount of Nucleon that you require, and your dalliances with my associate may continue uninterrupted." He steps close enough to clap a friendly hand on Brainstorm's shoulder.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-05 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn's laugh is hoarse and cold as his hand squeezes Brainstorm's shoulder in a quiet warning. The feigned ignorance is almost charming, however, the evidence against him is downright damning.

He slowly drags Brainstorm close enough that their armor almost brushes, leaning down to whisper into the jet's audio.

"Of course not. But, perhaps you and Spinister ought to be more careful with your post-coital cleanup. You do have a rather eye-catching paint color; especially against magenta."

As quickly as Brainstorm is pulled forward, Tarn shoves him back against his cluttered workbench.

"Really Brainstorm, I'm disappointed that you think me an idiot."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-05 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn just stares at Brainstorm as he stumbles over his own words. Arms crossed, he waits for him to finish making a fool of himself.

"Are you quite done?"

The terror written so plainly across Brainstorm's face bolsters Tarn's confidence ever so slightly. At least his reputation is still at least somewhat intact. But, as amusing as his fear is in theory, it is quite in the way at the moment. Tarn wants that gun, and the sooner he can get Brainstorm to agree and begin, the better.

"Regardless of what you were, you still had carnal relations with him. It isn't much of an excuse." He clears the creeping static from his voice before continuing. "Now, do we have an agreement?"
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-06 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Defeat is written plainly across Brainstorm’s features and a smug smile tugs at Tarn’s lips behind his impassive mask. Perfect. Exactly the outcome he had been wishing for without having to lift a finger, or make any grand threats.

“Very wise.”

He slings a heavy arm across Brainstorm’s shoulders, as he leans in to speak softly; partially to give his voice a bit of reprieve.

"I need a firearm, discreet as I said before, with enough power to rival that of a fusion cannon. It needs to be all but unnoticeable against my own armor.”

He doesn’t want to think of the repercussions that he would be faced with if he ever ran into Megatron with a full sized fusion cannon hanging from his arm. Surely he would be displeased, to say the very least. And this time, Tarn wouldn’t go down as meekly as he did before. But, with Rampage seemingly determined to continue after him, He needs to at least make an attempt to protect himself.

Besides, what use to Galvatron is a Lieutenant with no weapon...
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-07 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
“…If you must.” The thought of Brainstorm rooting around in Tarn’s internals is not a soothing one. He’ll have to have Spinister overlook the operation to ensure that no… unsavory business is occurring. The hell is familiar, at the very least, and he’s had plenty go opportunity to dispatch Tarn in a variety of innovative ways. Yet Spinister remains loyal in a twisted sort of way.

“I would prefer the arm,” It’s what he’s used to, after all, “ but I am open to other options. You’ll have to draw up a few designs and schematics and really sell me."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-09 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
“Of course I'm familiar. I've been through this song and dance many times before.” There is a split second of retained physical contact, before Tarn steps back to give Brainstorm room to breathe. He spreads his arms out to the side and waits with an air of smug satisfaction. The jet's frame relaxes visibly upon being granted a few feet of distance, as if that could possibly stop Tarn if he became displeased by a turn of events.

Tarn graciously allows Brainstorm to have that thread of relief.

"Go on then, I’m looking forward to hearing your preliminary thoughts.” He’s been vulnerable for far too long. This weapon is going to give him the extra confidence that he so desperately needs at the moment. Galvatron will be pleased.


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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-10 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Perfect.” It’s as close to his normally silky purr as he can manage, but it still sounds like someone tossed his vocalizer into a wood-chipper. Tarn remains completely still as Brainstorm sets to work on his measurements. He wants this to be flawless.

“It needs to be able to kill the deathless. I seem to have made enemies with an adversary who is self-healing. This weapon should ideally be able to at least provide lasting damage.”

Tarn realizes that this may be an impossible order, but he needs to at least try. Besides, Brainstorm has made quite the reputation for himself, and if anyone can make this weapon, Brainstorm is the one.

He decides to keep the flattery to himself.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-10 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
“Any damage that I inclicted on him healed instantly, and his spark seemed...immune to my vocal talents. I have never seen anything like it before." Tarn's voice is almost wistful as he recalls those frankly amazing and utterly infuriating abilities.

"I haven’t bothered to ask his name. A large Beastformer; transforms into a crab from the looks of it.” Descriptions will have to work for Brainstorm. It isn’t as if Tarn had the chance to exchange such pleasantries while trying to prevent his face from being eaten.

“Cannibalistic tendencies as well.” He extends his rather chewed pinky finger to prove his point; the entire tip of it missing. “I don’t suppose you know of such a character."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-12 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
God Brainstorm don’t be so insensitive, he’s homeless.

“Ah, this is unfortunate.” Tarn’s optic’s burn with exaggerated disappointment. He can’t say he’s surprised that this is news to Brainstorm, but he had been hoping...

Although, he does have other interesting information to bring to the table. He hadn’t been aware of Galvatron’s stint in the Dead Universe. It seems that he has made a good choice in cementing an alliance with the warlord. The notion does get Tarn thinking more openly. Maybe Rampage is some sort of strange undead super soldier gone awry?

“Well, regardless, I’m sure that you will be able to sort something out for me. Undoubtedly, you will let me know if there is anything that I can do to help you pin down the identity of our mystery mech. I’ll, of course, be more than happy to ensure the absolute efficiency of my weapon."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-15 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Gladly. Even after Spinister’s assist with the acquired cleanser, Tarn’s plating is already dirty again; I guess that’s what happens when you live in a dust pit.

“How generous of you, Brainstorm. Do all of your guests get such hospitable treatment?”

Tarn slides into the comparatively small and cramped shower. To be honest it’s barely wide enough to fit his shoulders, but he makes it work, desperate for a hot shower.

“Would a sample of his energon be helpful for testing? You are a brilliant scientist, perhaps you can crack the code, so to speak.”

Keep at that ego, Tarn, it’s bound to get you somewhere.
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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2016-01-19 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
There's a slow, cautious creak of a door opening.

Slooowly, Spinister sticks his head inside. He looks at Brainstorm without his mask on, seemingly unsurprised. He then looks at the shower that Tarn was occupying, optics narrowing at the tone of the DJD commander's voice.

He then looks at Brainstorm and makes a 'what the hell????' gesture at said shower.
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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2016-01-24 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Spinister steps further into the room, turns, and dramatically points at the black mark where he'd burnt Brainstorm's paint smear off of his aft.

YOU MISSED A SPOT.
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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2016-01-25 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, it didn't make much sense to Spinister either. They had definitely not banged in a position where there should have been a paint transfer on his butt.

Either way, there wasn't much for it now.

Spin turns back around and casts a displeased glance at the occupied shower before making his way over to Brainstorm. He picks his way through the messy lab with surprising grace, almost silent, and any sounds he did invoke were lost under the hiss of water.

Once he reaches Brainstorm, he abruptly plucks the scientist up and off of his chair. Then he tucks the jet under an arm and starts making his way back to the door.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-29 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn is so caught up in his thoughts that he completely misses the exchange between Spinister and Brainstorm.

How the hell is he going to get innermost energon? It’s an extremely risky endeavor that would undoubtedly end badly. Is he willing to risk the loss of a few more body parts in battle? He waffles a few times before settling on it being worth it. Rampage must be stopped.

As long as his t-cog, brain module, and spark stay intact Tarn isn’t sure that he cares what Rampage does to him. All that matters is that he wins this battle of wills.

He turns in the shower to address Brainstorm face to face. He isn’t sure what he was expecting. Maybe to find the scientist fiddling with a weapon in a poor attempt at murdering him while his back was turned. Or maybe Brainstorm standing quietly and benignly going over his measurements.

What he was not expecting was to see Spinister standing there with Brainstorm tucked up under his arm and struggling like an angry cat. All he can do is stare blankly.

Finally he’s able to snap himself out of his bewilderment.

“Spinister, put him down, we’re have a discussion."

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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2016-01-29 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Spinister freezes on the spot when Tarn comes out of the shower, gently shifting his hold a little bit to stop Brainstorm from falling out of his grip as the jet-former squirms.

For the longest for moments, he doesn't say anything.

In fact, he doesn't say anything at all and starts inching towards the door with exaggerated slowness, armor plates fluffed up. If he moves slowly enough, that means Tarn can't see him, right?
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-01-31 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Now, Spinister.” Tarn scolds, beginning to lose patience. This is absurd. Rolling his optics, Tarn focuses his attention on the jet hanging limply in Spinister’s grip

“His knowledge of scrounging in less than ideal situations is unparalleled.” Of course he neglects to mention that at this point in time he’s the only mech willing to give Tarn medical treatment.

Tarn clears his throat, approaching the pair still slowly sidling toward the door. His hand shoots out, grabbing one of Brainstorm’s legs, trying to ease him from Spinister’s grip.

“Let go."
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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2016-02-01 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Tarn grabs Brainstorm's leg and Spinister whips around to glare at him, quickly shifting his grip so that he had both hands under Brainstorm's arms and armor still flared.

"Stop trying to kill all my friends," he hisses trying to drag Brainstorm away. "I don't appreciate it!"
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-02-17 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ignoring Brainstorm’s comments, Tarn focuses his attention solely on Spinister when he doesn’t immediately let go.

“I’m not trying to kill him, I’m trying to have a conversation with him! Don’t make me press the issue.” He snaps irritably.

Tarn doesn’t let go even as Spinister starts tugging. What does he possibly think he can gain? Tarn is clearly stronger and his grip is like an iron vice around Brainstorm’s ankle.

“Stop pulling. I’m not letting go and you’re going to make me hurt him.

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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2016-02-24 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
"That- okay, for once, I actually believe you having a conversation with someone isn't going to murderize them," Spinister admits, frowning unhappily. "But I'm not letting go either!"

He re-fluffs his armor and spins his rotor blade, although at least he's stopped pulling. There's a long moment of internal struggle followed by an unhappy engine growl and then...

".... What're you guys talking about."

Suspicious squinting.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-02-24 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
With an perturbed huff, Tarn stops pulling on Brainstorm’s leg.

“Yes, of course. That would be a waste of perfectly good talent; especially talent that is ready and willing to help. And the term is murdering, Spinister, not murderizing.”

Easing his grip slightly in a show of good faith, Tarn cocks his head

“Your gifted lover, here, had just agreed to build me a gun. With that cannibalistic beastformer on the prowl, I though a bit of protection might be in order, wouldn’t you agree?"
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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2016-03-01 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
When Tarn lets go, Spinister abruptly gathers Brainstorm up and closer to his chest before sitting down, cross-legged, and making noises of great discontentment.

"Well, it'd be nice not to have to keep replacing your fingers," Spin admits. He doesn't seem to be particularly bothered by the fact that Tarn called them 'lovers': it's not TRUE, per say, but he's not going to be the one to sit down and talk to Tarn about which kind of relationship they're in. The afthead thought he was banging Sixshot for some blinking reason.

"You're making a gun for Tarn," he points out to Brainstorm instead. "Even if he's not killing them, there's going to be some 'Bots who might try and off him. We don't even know if the beasty guy is an Autobot or not."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-03-04 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Ignoring the melodramatic glaring and mumbling with a subtle eye roll, Tarn only nods along with what Spinister is saying.

“Exactly so. Although he doesn’t wear a badge, I am still unsure of his affiliation.” Agreement? With Spinister? What is this witchcraft. “But I will promise you this: so long as they don’t pursue me, I will refrain from using the weapon against any Autobots. However, the minute they overstep their bounds I will have no choice but to protect myself.”

Tarn holds his hand out to Brainstorm for a gentleman’s agreement

“Do we have a deal?"
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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2016-03-05 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn reaching out to shake Brainstorm's hand earns the purple mech a low, warning rumble. Fortunately, Spinister resists the urge to bat the hand aside, although he keep glaring at it like the hand was made of needles.

"If you go out and you actually start a fight with anyone before the wounds you have are healed up, I'm not fixing you again."

That's about the end of his input on that matter.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2016-03-05 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
“Ideally it won’t come to that. It isn’t as if i’m going to be flashing this at every mech I see, only those who I have no other choice but to fight. And, if you do the job correctly, they’ll never live to tell.” Tarn’s hand almost entirely encompasses Brainstorms as he gives it a firm shake.

Spinister’s disapproval of the new alliance rolls off of him in waves. Tarn gives him the smuggest look he can manage with his face covered with the roughed up metal of his mask.

“I’ll be back later this week with a portion of your Nucleon and to check on design progress. Is there anything else you need from me?"