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re_alignment2012-10-20 11:19 am
whirlybird_of_prey) wrote in re_alignment2012-10-20 11:19 am
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[video] because you can never have too many bombs.
[JUST the non-face you wanted to see today, right? GUTEN TAG, Haven. It is Whirl.]
[It is a strangely happy Whirl. Which means you should likely be afraid. Why is he happy? Because he has a shiny new grudge and because he's playing with explosives. Sure, those caliper claws merely look terrifyingly huge and clumsy. Looks are deceiving: an astute observer will notice he's putting together a remote-detonating bomb. And that there's a small pile of them, jerry-rigged in different ways, on the table beside him.]
PSA time: See these coordinates? Yeah, you might want to avoid them if you have some crazy desire not to have firsthand experience of phosphorus burns, ballistic decompression and/or death.
[A shrug: and if you do have that crazy desire, he ain't gonna stop you. But he'll be pissed if you blow up his new playground before the guest of honor arrives.]
[And now, for Prism's special private message: Whirl, still happy, is now leaning against the plinth outside of Megatronus's palatial temple palace shrine whatever Whirl sucks with fancy nouns.]
Ready, tentacles? Let's dance.
**attached to both are coordinates to an area in Megatronus's quadrant, a lovely little fatal funnel/box canyon set up.**
[It is a strangely happy Whirl. Which means you should likely be afraid. Why is he happy? Because he has a shiny new grudge and because he's playing with explosives. Sure, those caliper claws merely look terrifyingly huge and clumsy. Looks are deceiving: an astute observer will notice he's putting together a remote-detonating bomb. And that there's a small pile of them, jerry-rigged in different ways, on the table beside him.]
PSA time: See these coordinates? Yeah, you might want to avoid them if you have some crazy desire not to have firsthand experience of phosphorus burns, ballistic decompression and/or death.
[A shrug: and if you do have that crazy desire, he ain't gonna stop you. But he'll be pissed if you blow up his new playground before the guest of honor arrives.]
[And now, for Prism's special private message: Whirl, still happy, is now leaning against the plinth outside of Megatronus's palatial temple palace shrine whatever Whirl sucks with fancy nouns.]
Ready, tentacles? Let's dance.
**attached to both are coordinates to an area in Megatronus's quadrant, a lovely little fatal funnel/box canyon set up.**