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re_alignment2012-07-30 08:49 am
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[audio, airborne]
[You know what Whirl doesn't like? Okay, everything. You got him there, smarty bolts. But more topically, Whirl is not fond of waking up in strange places and being fed ridiculous stories about blah blah the First Forged blah. And the fraggin' Acolyte would not shut up.
[At least, until Whirl had punched him in the face. Just a little friendly feedback to stop being so damn boring. So he's doing some information gathering, the old fashioned way--flying around looking for trouble. ]
So. Stupid mech was telling me something about a fresh start.
I dunno. Maybe it wasn't 'fresh start.'. Maybe he meant like, fresh tar or freeze tarts or something. Kinda hard to enunciate after some editorial knuckles.
[Which are Whirl's favorite flavor of knuckles.]
Thing is ['scuse him while he shoots something. Because...uh...reasons. It needed shooting. Damn piece of scrap metal ] I've heard that before. And let me tell you: there's always a price.
Anyone figure out what it is yet?
And don't give me any boo hoo slag about never going home again.
[At least, until Whirl had punched him in the face. Just a little friendly feedback to stop being so damn boring. So he's doing some information gathering, the old fashioned way--flying around looking for trouble. ]
So. Stupid mech was telling me something about a fresh start.
I dunno. Maybe it wasn't 'fresh start.'. Maybe he meant like, fresh tar or freeze tarts or something. Kinda hard to enunciate after some editorial knuckles.
[Which are Whirl's favorite flavor of knuckles.]
Thing is ['scuse him while he shoots something. Because...uh...reasons. It needed shooting. Damn piece of scrap metal ] I've heard that before. And let me tell you: there's always a price.
Anyone figure out what it is yet?
And don't give me any boo hoo slag about never going home again.
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I tried to tell 'em. You need a name a mech can be proud to claim. Like Wreckers. That was a good name.
[And a good life. While it lasted.]
Hnnnngh. More like holy robots. Knights of Cybertron or some slag. Mysterious spooky beings that are all perfect and slag and know the answer to everything, but of course fragged off a few million years ago.
Thoughtful of them.
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[However, Whirl may secretly be impressed at your cynicism.]
Probably not even murder you in interesting ways.
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Or, worse, when it is interesting it tends to be terrifyingly painful and unnecessarily drawn out.
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[Seriously. He was about begging for Fort Max to kill him. Three hours of waiting and he was just....done.]
Told them this whole quest was stupid.
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[A snort.] Not like it was my idea to go. Kinda got dragged along.
[Mostly unconscious.]
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Not sure he listens to anyone.
[Not that Whirl has a better track record.]
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[You can hear the excitement, no doubt, in Whirl's voice.]
Not quite sure how that happened, but no one tells me slag.
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For the record: I did not volunteer for this.
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[can you feel the sarcasm tonight]
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[Bring the obvious insult: he will be bored. ]
I just want to know where all this fraggin' optimism came from.