| OOC: Whiny Holo!Art |
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| 05:46pm 03/11/2007 |
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music: James Marsters - Rest in Peace
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I'm sure you already knew about Starscream and Ironhide's tendency to banter at one another over their commlinks...
But you didn't know that Starscream contacted Ironhide on a nearly nightly basis during his pregnancy to complain about happenings around the Decepticon base. Woke him from recharge and everything.
( The Whinings of a Pregnant King ) |
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| A Trashcan-headed Conversation |
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| 04:38pm 30/09/2007 |
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music: Immortal - Bee Gees
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[AKA Barricade gets put in his place by a VERY pissed off Seeker. Again.]
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| OOC: Notice |
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| 06:30pm 23/09/2007 |
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Yeah, so I'm not going to get my tech specs done today. I've got too much going on. Deal with it. >_>;
I'll get them posted ASAP, though, aight? <3
xScreamer |
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| [RP #1: Confronting the Toothfairy] |
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| 11:11pm 24/08/2007 |
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music: the anger in my soul
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[Takes place directly after the end of this thread.]
If it wasn't for his seeker-class sensors that were meant to handle fast speeds such as Starscream was traveling at right now, the surrounding scenery would've been a mere blur. I'm pretty sure I broke the sound barrier getting away from that place. As he flew, the wind was slowly sweeping away his anger, and Starscream was beginning to feel just the slightest bit guilty for running out on Skyfire like he had..
Suddenly, his scanners were alerting him to an Autobot within range. Surprised, the Decepticon leader didn't have the time to decide whether he felt pleased or even further annoyed by this information.. until he saw who it was.
Chuckling, Starscream said to himself, "Looks like you're all alone, Ironhide... Now we'll see who's REALLY inferior in a fight!"
And with that, he set his engines to stealth and dipped into a dive towards the black pick-up. |
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| 10:43pm 22/08/2007 |
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Hmph. On the way back to Earth, I received a signal from one of my subordinates, which sparked conversation...
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| What have I done to deserve this? |
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| 11:46pm 21/08/2007 |
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mood:  aggravated
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The universe hates me. It's just that simple. Well, I have news for you, Mr. high-and-mighty universe - go to hell!
If it isn't bad enough that I've been hearing rumors of my own kind making an attempt to resurrect their recently disposed leader (instead of paying due respect to ME, a much better leader!), I got caught up in a black space market before I could get back to Cybertron and now I'm stuck with a horrendous paint job. How was I supposed to know he didn't really have electrum for sale in those spray cans? OHHH the NERVE of some bots! To make matters worse, I traded a good deal of my energon supply for this crummy red, white, and blue paint job, and thus I'm too low on energy for the trip to Cybertron! GAHH!
It seems... I will be returning to Earth much sooner than expected. It is such a shame that I will no longer blend in with the humans' jets (the only thing I'll commend that slagging, back-stabbing, energy-thieving seller on is quality. I can't for the life of me get this paint to come off!). It was perhaps one of my shining moments when I was able to slip, unnoticed, into the pack of F-22s to help spit fire down on Megatron's head in the city! Ha! Out with the old, in the with new, I say. |
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Worship me