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Post by The Inventor on Jan 18, 2018 1:44:49 GMT
There was a quiet bang in the ceiling, a distant "ow," and immediately after, a leg kicked a panel loose to fall to the floor in front of Vatimus. The unforgettable form of Correlator came tumbling out from the hole, getting caught hanging upside-down in a tangle of wires. He shook his head, struggling against his entanglement before he saw Vatimus.
"Oh, hey sir! What are you doing up there? You using magno-clamps? No- don't tell me- did my anti-grav gun finally work!?" It took the disoriented arrival a moment to gather his wits about him, a look of confusion distorting his facial features once he began piecing together what was happening. "Wait, is that not the ground? I'm-... I'm in the ceiling, aren't I? What floor even is this? Ugh, not again."
"You uh, mind lending me a hand, sir?"
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 18, 2018 23:27:34 GMT
The hooded figure looks up at the incoming Thunder, and jumps back to keep his distance. His heavy robes flowing along the ground as he lands. Making him appear like some sort of unholy shadow.
I return to this tower after many years. Only to find the cursed have returned home... Do not attempt to hinder me.
The phantom hovers next to Thunder, arms crossed.
That's the one... Heh... He looks ridiculous as ever...
The hooded figure stares ahead at Thunder, as if he has just caught the sight of a fient shimmer, a brief look at something terrible floating next to the Autobot.
Wh... So that's how it is then. Prepare your self.
His arms move out from benath his cloak as he raises them in the air.
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Post by Thunder on Jan 19, 2018 2:23:50 GMT
The instant his arms moved, Thunder was already dashing towards him, his right Vox Unitas longsword drawn. It would glow with orange colored energy as he lunged at absurd speeds. Going for an underhanded slash from his left hip to his right shoulder. He was stupidly fast and swift, and his sword was stronger, hotter, sharper, and seemingly more durable than most while it was glowing that colored energy.
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 20, 2018 21:02:37 GMT
The hooded figure throws up his hands a large cloud of smoke soon surrounds the two in their duel, this distraction also allowing him to move out of the way of the sword strike. The older mech pulling a small object out of his robes. He activates it, revealing it to be an old school energy broad sword.
Your dooming us all... I cannot allow you to stop me.
He jumps back out of the cloud, it's clear he's fighting defensively, not wanting to let a more experienced combatant close.
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Post by Thunder on Jan 21, 2018 7:41:52 GMT
Thunder closed the distance very quickly, swinging his left sword, which was glowing a tealish color, and struck his sword, pushing against him.
"Look, I need whatever you have so I can kill a prick in a mask." Thunder explained rather plainly, "Now help a brother out here! I've been having a crappy day, and I'd really like something to go right."
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 21, 2018 10:25:12 GMT
The robed figure attempts to force Thunder back using his sword. He leans forward as he does.
I have been trapped on the this dead world guarding a cursed rock for four million years... All thanks to my daughter and her idiot boyfriend. Your suffering is fleeting. My quest is not!
Suddenly a glowing face appears in the pitch black under his hood. It appears like a ghostly blue skull. The robed figure's "face" quickly flies out from under the hood. Moving towards Thunder at threatening speed.
Even with my power diminished... I am still able to fight.
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Post by Methuselah on Jan 21, 2018 16:31:09 GMT
Methuselah, in a flash, attempted to forcefully grab Correlator and free him from the wires, all without damaging them. After that, if he succeeded, he would attempt to pin him against the ground and draw his sword, resting the tip against his neck. He could not understand him, and did not have knowledge that he would be there beforehand. Therefore, he was a threat to Vatimus and had to be restrained until Vatimus decided a course of action.
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Post by Thunder on Jan 21, 2018 18:23:25 GMT
Thunder's optics widened and he bacflipped twice to gain some distance. After which he held both swords at the ready.
"Look, I just want the rock!"
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jan 23, 2018 5:54:19 GMT
Vatimus turned to Correlator popping out of no where in a surprise, right as Methuselah sprung into action. After that moment, Vatimus ran over to Correlator and Methuselah, "Hey, Methuselah, calm down. He's just the local crazy inventor." Vatimus held a friendly, yet tired, gaze to Methuselah. It was his way of letting Meth know that it was in fact safe.
Once Meth released Correlator, Vatimus would go to help him up, "Sorry about that Correlator... What were you doing up there anyways?"
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Post by The Inventor on Jan 23, 2018 7:03:46 GMT
“Whoa, whoa, easy there big guy! I’m carrying some sensitive stuff here.” Vatimus calmed things down, thankfully for Correlator, and he accepted the help up once the old-timer had hopefully let off of him. “Crazy? Hold up there, I resent that remark!” The frazzled inventor quickly brushed himself clean of a few remaining frayed wires, before turning his attention to the opportunity he was waiting for: the opportunity to tell his story. “What was I doing up there? Bah, never mind that, that’s boring stuff. You would not believe the journey I’ve just been on! See this here, sir?” he asks, pulling from his subspace an odd looking little pistol with a lightbulb in place of a nozzle. “I finally did it. I finished my biggest project of all. I present to you- the subatomic manipulator. Or, one of its earlier prototypes, at least.” “Imagine it, sir. Cosmic power, right in the palm of my hand! The ability to control matter at the subatomic level, and with it comes the end of the Decepticon cause and war as we know it, the guarantee of our world’s return to health and future new growth, and the seeds of new Cybertronian generations on into the infinite future! But believe me, Vatimus sir, as impressive as it sounds it wasn’t without its challenges. It was the culmination of years of hard work and study, meticulously gathering the pieces of the puzzle to one day be put together to reveal the larger picture.” “I won’t bore you with the details, the years of research, study, and intense focus fueling prototype after failed prototype, the repetitive and tedious trial and error. I’ll just skip to the final step- the final piece of the puzzle I was ready to gather- absolute deconstruction.” “I’d succeeded in everything prior to that step, sir. From everything as mundane as energy manipulation and ionization inducement to as exciting as self-atomic manipulation and explosion inducement (which, if you’d believe Electra, I had the mastery of long before I ever made a gun to do it for me). And the final piece was in my grasp-“ “Or so I thought.” “I took a lethal misstep, sir. The final prototype backfired- failed, and succeeded, in a turn of tragic irony. It triggered a state of rapid subatomic decay; fatal. It spread the gun to me, to my lab, and then Electra was caught in the crossfire. If no one could stop it, it would have consumed all of Cybertron. But not to worry: I put in place preventative measures for just such an occasion. I sealed off my lab, isolating the effects to only Electra and I. We gave our lives to save Cybertron. You’d have been proud of our noble sacrifice, sir- mourned us for years to come, lamenting the too-soon departure from the world of your two very best friends!” There was a long, quiet pause as Correlator’s fantastical tale came to an end, and he allowed the depth of it to sink in for his leader. Then, he shrugged as he unceremoniously tossed the subatomic manipulator aside, the sound of glass shattering as it broke against the wall. “I’ve been having this recurring dream for weeks now. Strange, huh? Anyways, what was it you were asking again-..? Ah, right-!” Remembering the Prime’s question, he set about searching himself by patting his sides looking for the right compartment, and once found he procured from it a much small, unimpressive looking pill-like capsule. “Kinda boring compared to my usual flavor of invention, but here’s the stuff. It’s a home-made concoction of my own design. It’s activated under tension, pressure, abrasion; essentially, any bump or shake and it pops, releasing its chemical contents and rapidly expanding, triggering a reaction that forms a quick-hardening, shock-absorbent thick foam. Like I said, boring stuff.” While explanation was succinct enough to get the idea of the material across, his scatterbrained speech patterns left out the important detail of just what he’d been doing with it... in the ceiling. It was up to Vatimus whether he felt so inclined to reiterate his question, or just take his best guess and be satisfied with that. ——— ——— ——— (OOC EDIT: Sorry for the wall of text, Methuselah, this was sort of a short story in-post as a gift to Vating. To give you the TLDR version, Correlator tells a story to Vatimus and then presents him with a new invention. I won’t presume to know your character’s reaction, but I hope you don’t mind me assuming he allowed Vatimus to help Correlator up, if nothing else.) Vatimus Prime, Methuselah
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 23, 2018 22:29:43 GMT
The robed figure throws his arms to the air and screams.
ABRA KA DABRA!
The ghostly skull explodes, creating a bright flash of light in the Autobot's face as the robed figure charges at him with his sword.
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Post by Thunder on Jan 23, 2018 22:55:33 GMT
His sight failed him, so he depended on his other senses. The tapping against the ground grouped with the sound of him rushing. He instinctively brought both swords up to block the upcoming strike. He caught the sword with his two black longswords. Once his vision returned, he pushed against him.
"Magic tricks? Gotta say, this will be a first."
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Post by Methuselah on Jan 25, 2018 0:07:47 GMT
Methuselah bowed respectfully to indicate apology, and in a flash drew a knife and made a small cut across his forearm. Ritual discipline for a missed target. Methuselah sighed internally, it was a light punishment. He was getting too lax. He looked back down to Thunder, and looked to Vatimus, asking to assist.
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 27, 2018 7:19:41 GMT
The robed figure is pushed back. He stumbles a bit before throwing up his hands suddenly a circle of blue flames "appears" around Thunder. The unknown figure points at Thunder.
This will be a last.
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Post by Thunder on Jan 27, 2018 16:22:47 GMT
Thunder would look around to see the wall of flames that surrounded him.
"You know for fire, this ain't really too hot."
Releasing the restraints on his wrist joints, he had them spin 360 degrees as quickly as possible, causing enough wind to cut through the flames, and Thunder launched at him once more. His wrists locked back into place, and he'd lunge with an attack that made his right Vox Unitas sword glow a violet-red energy.
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 29, 2018 8:35:34 GMT
The fire seems to do nothing, no heat or smoke. The Illusionist stumbles back raising the sword up to block. The force of the blow sending the robed robot flying into the wall. A loud thud is heard as he hits the wall. He groans as he lays on the ground. His hand opens and a small stone falls to the ground. It glows green for a brief moment.
It's here...
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Post by Thunder on Jan 29, 2018 21:45:46 GMT
That pretty gem must be what he's looking for. He sprinted forward at an incredible speed. Raising one arm he began firing in the mech's direction using his underarm-mounted autocannon. Explosive rounds to keep him at bay so he could come in and swoop the stone up. He made a grab for it.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jan 30, 2018 1:17:32 GMT
Vatimus listened to Correlator's whole story, in more awe of how insane it sounded. How did all of this happen while he was looking away? How did any of thi- oh it's just a dream. That made sense. "So... What exactly were you doing up there?"
Vatimus glanced at Methuselah, shaking his head to the mech to indicate that it was in fact okay, and there was no need to cut himself.
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Post by The Inventor on Jan 30, 2018 21:15:39 GMT
"Ah, right- that," he began, "well, this place was plenty old enough it warranted some insurance." "I had the guys in engineering put together some impromptu blueprints to the structure with their best estimates at where the building's key stress points are, and I've been fastening these capsules to them. If the structural integrity of the building is compromised, they'll fill the space with foam at the problem area. Figure it oughta hold the place together and give enough time after an attack or other disaster to check the building for damage, even perform repairs before the foam completely dissolves." "Though I'm not quite sure how I ended up in the ceiling again..." after pulling out the aforementioned blueprints, he started to study them with a confused look. Vatimus Prime, Methuselah
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Post by Backbeat on Feb 2, 2018 8:26:52 GMT
The robed figure attempts to scramble for the rock that was dropped. But the explosive rounds reach him, sending him back and shreding his robe. He puts his arms in front of the blast to protect his face.
I'm going to stop you. Some things are not fated to be, child!
He throws of his ruined cloak to reveal his true form. An aged blue armored robot. He appeared to be a very modified vehicon bodytype. He points his left hand at the Autobot and a thick smoke emitted from it, attempting to stop Thunder from getting near the rock.
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