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[driftlock]

Who: Deadlock and OPEN
What: THRILLING HEROICS or stupid shooting stuff ymmv
When: Eventy times
Where: Public housing
Warnings: Deadlock being himself.

To think Deadlock had actually wanted to work for these incompetent guys.  Frag, they were just as bad as the old incompetent guys. Only, you know, with larger caliber weapons. Most of the fraggin' breaches were outside the ship, but of course, luck is with Deadlock--meaning, bad luck, and one happens to open...right in his quarters. 

Really? REALLY?  

So it's a happy early morning to everyone, as they hear Deadlock screaming yelling. Yelling in a very manly way, as he crashes backwards into the corridor through the door of his own apartment, something pink and vaguely tentacly sticking to his face.

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[ungrounded]

Lafiel had military quarters and her own ship, but she was out for a walk when she heard the commotion and charged for it, drawing her sidearm.

[driftlock]

Okay. You know what's worse than being gropingly assaulted by a tentacle beast in your own bed?

Having witnesses.

Frag his life.

He tries to play it off, rolling to his feet. "Nothing," he mutters. "You saw nothing." You totally believe that, right?

[ungrounded]

"Does that nothing require me to shoot something? Because I'm feeling less than charitable towards these rifts."

So far, they weren't on her ship, which would send Lafiel into her own rage. As it is, she's missing her fleet back home where it didn't seem like there were monthly problems beyond 'enemy fleets keep shooting at us'.

[driftlock]

Deadlock's about to deny because, you know, mechly dignity and all, but there's a roar from inside his apartment and then a veritable rainbow of appendages flapping around the door.

Yeah, he probably can't pull that off as 'nothing'. "Trust me, you'll just make it mad." This is the voice of experience. However, since it's already mad at him, he's just gonna stomp one of the new green limbs. Because he can.

[ungrounded]

"Can it get any madder?" Lafiel said. "I don't think it can."

[driftlock]

"Not really wanting to find out." Because it was gross enough in whatever mood it's already in. Also slimy. And slimy and gross are two things Deadlock is not down with. "Worst part is, my grenade's in there."

TRAGEDY he can't even blow it up. Truly, these are dark times.

[ungrounded]

"Maybe it will set it off by itself," Lafiel said. Normally she didn't like explosions in ships she was inside of, but she also didn't like unknown hostile aliens.

[driftlock]

"You think I'm that lucky?" Because he's pretty sure he isn't.

"Hng. Gotta be a way to contain it. Maybe use something as bait." Please don't mind the MEANINGFUL EYEBALL he's giving you as he tries to decide if rainbow colored tentabeasts find blue haired organics delicious.

[ungrounded]

Lafiel eyed him back. It might not be intimidating from someone who was less than six feet tall, but she was used to command. "You were the one who riled it up."

Two could play the 'consider stranger as monster bait' game.

[driftlock]

"I was sleeping! How can I rile anything up when I'm sleeping?" Other than, you know, being himself.

Sadly for Deadlock's master plan, the tentacle beast doesn't seem interested in Lafiel at all, the limbs slithering with a wet sort of schlorping sound, after him. He's just gonna step behind her then. Which is totally fine and not at all hiding behind her.

[ungrounded]

"You seem like a talented person." Lafiel could think of a few people who could annoy others even in their sleep.

She sidestepped the tentacles, aiming her sidearm at them. They were getting a bit far from the door, which would make them a menace to people other than Deadlock.

oh look an icon for this :P

[driftlock]

Wait, what? That sounded like an insult. Was that an insult? He doesn't know.

He doesn't like not knowing. Almost as much--but not quite--as he doesn't like forcible evictions by tentacled rainbows.

Fraggin' thing apparently doesn't find her as attractive as it does Deadlock, either that or he really did piss it off, because it keeps trying to snake around her at him. Fine, you know what? You want some Deadlock, technicolor beast? HAVE SOME. He's just gonna storm ahead, punching his way through it. Or trying to.

Re: oh look an icon for this :P

[ungrounded]

Lafiel sighed, and set about providing some distraction in terms of firing on anything that get past Deadlock. Because she still thought he was less likely to break the ship than the tentacle beast. (Whether this would change as she got to know him remained to be seen.)

[shitflashpointsays]

Flashpoint would know that wail anywhere. Don't ask how. That's, uh, classified information. And if that didn't draw her out of her quarters down the hall, all that crashing would have.

So she skids out into the hallway, trying to make sense of building debris, flailing tentacles and Deadlockish bits. Pardon the helm tilt to and fro as she jogs up; is...is that his face under all that?

"Of for frag's sake. Can you keep your funky xeno games confined to your own quarters at least? Gross."

[driftlock]

Right. You keep those files all you want, Flashpoint. One day? MAGNETS. And then victory will be Deadlock's.

There's no way this looks not horrible. And he's acutely aware of that. In fact, he'd rather that this tentacle goo oozy slag was acid eating into his face than imagine how Flashpoint's putting these pieces together.

Thankfully--or not--he doesn't have to imagine for long. "Why the frag would I wanna do that when I could share?" Which he does, liberally, tossing a pink tentacle at her, but his aim's a little off so it's lower down than her face when it hits. Which really doesn't improve his mood.

[shitflashpointsays]

Not if she puts them into a form that can be downloaded and distributed. Ya know. External back-ups and such. Buuuuut that means she'd have to share and maybe, just maybe, she doesn't want to.

And this does look plenty horrible. Tabloid worthy even. Flashpoint might just snap a few shots to save for later. Except half of them get fouled by some pink thing flying at her. Action photographer extraordinaire? Yeah not so much. It's just a smear on the screen that looks more horrible than if it was in focus.

Truth be told though...she's kind of envious of that thing's position right now. No, no. The one on his face, not the one flying at her--eek! Flashpoint dodges, but that just means it lands with a wet slap on her headlamp, sticking there thanks to some viscous substance that totally does not look like-- "Aww GROSS! Stop sharing! I know I said sharing is caring but..." But nothing. She's got no excuse really, not that she's ever needed one. At least it wasn't a grenade like in the example she used?

[driftlock]

She better not even fantasize about that. Sharing his most embarrassing moments of nice with anyone. It's like...abuse or something.

"Wouldn't want to hog all the fun," he mutters, which is a lie, because when it comes to blowing slag up, he's all about not sharing. Except when he has to. "Besides, looks better on you than me." What can he say? Pink is totally her color.

"You gonna do something useful or you gonna model tentacles all day?" That is how he claims the initiative, and ignore the fact he kind of almost obliquely asked for hel.

I have to apologize for this tag

[shitflashpointsays]

Hey she's just preserving her own property! Uh. Sort of. Details on that are kinda sketchy. But then...that's kinda her middle name.

"Ya mean like you did at the carnival? Hogging all the prizes?" And then...sharing them weird ways. Stop being confusing Deadlock, she might have to adjust her Feelings or something. And pink so isn't her color, that's like, trademarked by someone else and she's not gonna follow that firmly on Acree's heels. She gives him a catty look, "Might look better in you, have you tried that yet?"

Sorry Deadlock, you wanted salt with your squid right? Flashpoint just can't pass up a good opening. HUR HUR HUR. "Sorry I was busy taking pictures. You wanted a hand with that thing?" She'll give him one--or two actually because they kinds are a package deal--and try the most basic approach: grab two tentacles and heave.

no you don't. :D

[driftlock]

He's all about sketchy, just, you know, not being used on him. Blackmail's like guns: better pointed at other people.

Write that one down, because that sounds smart.

"Wasn't hogging. Not my fault everyone else sucked too much to win any." Remember? Deadlock = winner. File that away, too.

File that away so you can ignore the outraged spluttering going on here. "Don't give it fraggin' ideas!" Seriously, sometimes he wonders whose side you're on here. "For all I know it's got my grenade." HIS GRENADE The tragedy of it all.....!!!

[shitflashpointsays]

If he's a keen observer he'll start to see though her sketchiness anyway. But you know...that means he has to be looking a lot. And he has to spend time with her to do that. OH NO.

"You mean you got there first, before anyone else had a chance." Because that's how that really went down, don't even try to deny it.

Not that she can...really...blame him all that much. Mech's probably never owned that much STUFF in his life.

And she does a little mental victory dance that appears on her face first as a smirk and then comes out her mouth as bawdy laughter when he retorts. "Deadlock, you make a great damsel in distress, just sayin'." Just saying, as she stomps down on a tentacle trying to make for her ankle. "You better pray it doesn't know how to pull pins then!"

[driftlock]

If she ever starts making sense to him he's going to set himself up for a medical check of the head. Because she is weird.

"Half of fraggin' victory is timing. You think I'm going to sit down and wait till losers show up just to beat them to their face? That's how you Autobots work?" FIGURES.

Why are they even talking about this? Doesn't she see the rainbow of limbs there?

"Anyone ever tell you you have a great gift for saying exactly the fraggin' opposite of helpful things?" Which is his way of saying 'ow, that hurts.' "Think it was just tryin' to ask me directions to your place." Where it would get lost in all that...stuff she owns.

[shitflashpointsays]

Clearly weird is Deadlock's kryptonite then. NOTED.

"It's a game. It has to do with...sportsmanship and stuff." Because Flashpoint knows ALL about this. "Admit it. No competition, no challenge. Just the way you like it."

Aw yeah, she's fixing to get plushed punched in the face for that one.

"All the time!" Particularly from her erstwhile crewmates, way back when she actually had them. "And well, maybe I just like saving you." So, ya know, shut up and stuff while she admits it.

This thing though? It's pretty fraggin tenacious. And grabby. And feely. And RUDE. In fact, it's getting more Deadlock action than she is and, ya know, maybe that's not okay. For...whatever reason. So she'll start tying limbs in knots. HA! Time to learn a new level of frustration, Squiggly! "My place huh? It must know where the party's at!"

[driftlock]

You are his kryptonite, Flashpoint.

Wait, that sounds almost like flirting. Scratch that.

"Only sportsmanship that matters is winning." You heard him. Winning.

Which he's...totally not doing right now. "Last time I checked, I was saving you, remember?" Then again, he hasn't checked recently. Especially not now.

'Squiggly' doesn't like the knots at all, for the record, so it's going to unleash a high-frequency shriek, awkwardly trying to slap her with its knotted limbs.

"Hngh. You at least dance better."

Wait.

Shut up. That's totally not a compliment.

[shitflashpointsays]

Awwww, what a sweet thing to say. Can she catch him when he swoons from the radiation?

"You ever have fun?" That was supposed to come out all snarky but there's a weird wobble in the words that's kind of like confused sympathy and she looks a little startled. "I mean ya know, just, not worried about winning, maybe?"

No that sounds just as asinine. Flashpoint, shut it.

She shrugs at him and that's about as long as her vow of silence lasts. "What, you mean you're keeping score on that too, huh? Better not get yourself into trouble, I might pull ahead in the rankings."

Flashpoint's mouth has nothing on this thing though, though the red-hot curse that comes out hers at that shriek is pretty impressive. Well, a mouth might be near a brain so she's just gonna punch there first and hopes for a satisfying squish. After mildly proving Deadlock right as she dodges--mostly anyway--the flailing knotacles.

There's no way that can be a compliment, she must be hearing things.

[driftlock]

Sure, she can not only catch him when he swoons, she can be his radiation shielding.

"The frag's that got to do with anything?" Look at him. He's all about fun. Just not with something that looks like a flailing gelatin dessert. "Winning matters!"

Especially right now.

That might be a satisfying squish, but it's also kind of gross, spewing yellow and green goop around her fist. But it's not out of tricks yet, trying to loop one of its knotacles around one of her ankles and pull. Hey, why should Deadlock get all the tentacle attention?