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NOT Faction Wars; Open RP
Topic Started: 29 Mar 2016, 01:00 AM (168 Views)
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Call it... a bout of inspiration? A good one, something less destructive and more applicable to daily things, and who didn't like the color red? It was a nice one, reminiscent of a fresh autobrand. Generally a good thing. He mounted the gun on a display rack with a few other favorites. He'd have to test it later.

Brainstorm squared his servos on his hips, relishing in a satisfied exvent through the vents of his mask as he simply admired a job well done. Good work.

He turned back to the table and quickly discarded the used data pad riddled with old calculations, unsheathing a new clean data pad to set about starting his next project. Well, now that he had a gun that made things red it only seemed appropriate to make one that hued things purple.

((This is an open rp. So if anyone has a bff on the forum or want their character to have a laser tag battle of sorts with their arch nemisis than here you go. I'm all about Lost Light highjinks so if you want to set up something fun pm me! cyclonus in red tho could u imagine.))
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Running their hand under heated solvent hadn't helped. Half the bottle of low-grade paint stripper they kept in their habsuite hadn't helped. Wandering around the hallways of the Lost Light, flapping their arm in what was probably one of the most pathetic displays the ship had seen yet and almost knocking Powerglide's optics out, also hadn't helped any, and also earned them a bunch of odd looks. The little bit of scrap metal - what was supposed to have been part of a new model Tailgate was working on - was firmly, hopelessly glued to their left hand.

There was only one solution, now.

"Perceptor? Brainstorm? Are- either of you in?" Entering the labs without permission was pretty much a death sentence, so Tailgate settled for buzzing the intercom and hovering outside the door, looking down the hallway as if First Aid or Velocity would come charging down, demanding to know why they hadn't gone to the medibay instead. After what had happened last time Tailgate had glued something to themself, they'd really rather avoid the embarassment - Aquafend still burst out laughing whenever he saw them.

"I, uh, need some help."
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Brainstorm stood with the data pad still in hand, making his way across the lab to the door comm. "Riptide for the last time, you can't hide in the lab and you aren't allowed to borrow any of the cloaking parti-" Brainstorm glanced over the mini display screen rigged up to the door panel when he caught sight of it. "Tailgate. What can I do for you?" Brainstorm tapped in the door code, the large door sliding aside to permit entry.

Brainstorm was already making his way back to his work bench to get the his next project started. Tailgate didn't come by very often, it was a surprising, also very suspicious. Brainstorm narrowed his optics over his shoulder as he pushed aside some scrap metal from the previous gun.

Or it was very not suspicious, not when he noticed the minibot clutching their servo close.

"Mh, 'fraid the medibay is farther down the hall and up an elevator."
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After giving the area around the door a careful once-over - a necessary precaution in any part of the ship Brainstorm was currently in - Tailgate inched inside and went right back to hovering, keeping their optics firmly on the other mech. The temptation to go poking around was so strong. Better to not look at anything than see something cool and end up activating another time case or meta-bomb or something.

"Mh, 'fraid the medibay is farther down the hall and up an elevator."

"We-ell, I'm not exactly hurt." Tailgate lifted their arm, revealing the very stuck bit of scrap hanging from their servo. "I just, had a little accident. And I know where the medibay is, I just...would really, really rather not go there right now. D'you have any mystery super-solvent or, or, some kind of un-stick gun I could borrow...?"
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Brainstorm attention flitted back over to Tailgate when the minibot spoke, only glancing over the minibots fingers for a moment before he was crossing between a few lab benches.

"You wouldn't believe how many bots I've gotten with glued fingers just this week." Brainstorm shuffled through the contents of a cluttered table by the wall, plucking a spare beaker off of a small grated shelf on the wall. He poured in a few different solutions, whisking it all together with a small stirring rod.

He made his way back over and held out the beaker, low, so Tailgate could reach it.

"It'll fizz, tingle a bit."
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"You wouldn't believe how many bots I've gotten with glued fingers just this week."

"How much glue is there on this ship?" Tailgate muttered, eyeing the mixture nervously. Accepting strange liquids from Brainstorm usually wasn't a good idea ,even if they had just watched him make it. It wasn't like they could read all the labels on those solutions with how blinking complicated the glyphs were.

"Uh. Right. Shouldn't you, y'know, test that first? Scientific method and all that?" They waved their non-glued hand vaguely, backing closer to the door, and something glinted in the corner of their optic. "Just to make sure it won't, uh, take my whole arm off or something." Scoot, scoot. Some sort of new gun, mounted on the display rack with all the other stuff nobody (especially Whirl, by Command's order) was allowed to touch. A very pleasing shade of red. "I'll just take a look around while you get that done, alright?"
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Brainstorm rolled his optics, poking a finger into the clear liquid.

"See? The acidic concentration is, low, very low. As long as you don't leave your fingers in there too long it should be- will be, it will be fine." Brainstorm set the beaker down on the nearest lab bench, flicking his fingers.

"Let me grab a rag first and- don't hurt yourself alright?" Whirl digging around in the gun stash was a whole lot different than Tailgate. Not that Tailgate couldn't defend themself, he just really didn't want an angry Cyclonus knocking on the door.

"Sure you don't wanna? I don't know? Mosey on down the hall and see if Percy's in? You'll find plenty of that scientific method in there. Lots of rules and the color grey too."
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If they went to Perceptor's then they'd definitely be shunted to the medibay. No thank you.

"Alright," they said, warily edging away from the display rack and back over to the bench. They cycled in a few quick, nervous vents before dipping their fingers - and the offended bit of metal - into the mix, wincing as they felt the acid begin its work. It wasn't a very pleasant feeling - like something was just under their plating, scratching at the underside. A little shudder ran up their spinal strut and they hissed a little static.

"This is more than a little tingle," they said reproachfully. "How long do I need to keep my fingers in here, anywa- Brainstorm?" Okay, yikes, the fizz was verging on painful now. They withdrew their servo and grimaced as the scrap metal peeled away with a wet noise, along with the outer coating of Tailgate's paint. Well, then.

"Uh, I think I found out, nevermind. D'you have the rag yet?" They gingerly pinched the metal between the fingers of their free hand (it was bendy now, oh that was not a good sign for their fingers) and set it down on the bench before scooting as far away from the concoction as possible - which coincidentally brought them right back next to the display rack.
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Ah, he really needs to restock on rags. Brainstorm hesitated before picking a clean microscope rag off of the top shelf. Glancing over to Tailgate.

"Hey! Easy, it doesn't take much!" Brainstorm pulled open a drawer, digging around a bit. "Here, just-" Brainstorm uncapped a tube, applying a bit to the microfiber cloth before he held it out to the mini.

"It's medigel, for burns." He was pretty sure Tailgate knew that, but after nearly melting off their fingers he was sure Tailgate would have some reservations on touching strange substances. Brainstorm lifted the beaker off of the table, he really didn't want that to spill on the floor.

"Why did it work so quickly? I always mix the same three chemicals for dissolving glue?" On another note, he'd also be needing some more medigel. Brainstorm set the beaker down out of reach of Tailgate and any clumsy elbows.
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"Why did it work so quickly? I always mix the same three chemicals for dissolving glue?"

Tailgate took the offered rag and pressed the gel-smeared section to their fingers, sighing a little as the rush of cold numbed the burning tingle. "Well, I did try to get it off before I came here. With some paint stripper for model ships Rung lent me." They...probably should've washed their hands after that. Whoops.

Still, this was going a lot better than the last glue-on-the-hand incident.

"Heeey, so..." Gesturing with both hands occupied was a little difficult, but Tailgate managed to shrug in the direction of the display rack. "That's new, right? What's it do?"
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"Well... that information probably would've helped." Brainstorm could've watered down the solution a little so it hadn't burned Tailgate as much as it had. But all that was done was over with now he supposed.

Brainstorm had barely managed to snag his new data pad off of the table before Tailgate was speaking again.

"Oh! That shiny new one?" Brainstorm turned back to Tailgate. Well, they were mostly shrugging in the direction of the new one.

"Ah, well, what it does is it emits a homing ray that attacks the targets nueral sensors until their processor is paralyzed." Brainstorm pursed his lip for a moment. Ah, right, not funny.

"Kidding. That'd be a pretty neat gun though huh?" Brainstorm lifted said gun off of the rack and unloaded its energy cartridge to show a couple of bulky red bullets.

"What it really does is it shoots a blunt shell that shatters upon impact with whatever it touches, releasing a fine dusting of magnetized colored nanites. Pretty much just an overly complicated paint ball gun with a wider splash radius."
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"Ah, well, what it does is it emits a homing ray that attacks the targets nueral sensors until their processor is paralyzed."

Tailgate took one long, healthy step away from the rack, plating bristling a bit.

"Kidding. That'd be a pretty neat gun though huh?"

"'Neat' wouldn't the word I use," Tailgate muttered, waiting until Brainstorm had unloaded the gun to move back in. The bullets didn't look like real bullets, but with Brainstorm's explanation they supposed that made sense. Tailgate had seen vids of paintball matches - grainy, pre-war clips from security cameras and lower-quality head-mounted recorders, courtesy of Rewind. They'd looked so fun - function and form and faction hadn't mattered; everyone ended up sporting bright smears of colours regardless of who they were.

"The rounds don't hurt, do they?" Tailgate wanted to poke at one of the bullets, but with both hands occupied, well. A thought hit them and their visor narrowed in a grin. "...D'you have one in a smaller size?"

Rewind would look ridiculous in red.
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"The shells don't hurt actually. They aren't supposed too. Also constructed it with different sized servos in mind." Brainstorm shrugged with a non-committal air.

"I could always make you a smaller one. It would probably take just over an hour though." Eh, maybe less if he rushed it.

"You're welcome to take this one though." Brainstorm shuffled with the gun for a moment. "Hold on, Magnus has this new rule about untested guns." Brainstorm rolled his optics as he spoke, leveling the gun with a shoddy target on the back wall. The gun was a little noisy, but the energy cartridge doubled with such a flat bullet made for a louder noise.

"There, tested." Red stained the target in a sprawl.
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Tailgate let out a blip of static as Brainstorm suddenly levelled the gun and fired, watching red bloom on the target. Was this his idea of testing weapons? No wonder half the crew was banned from using his guns.

"Hold on-" the minibot dabbed their fingers with the rag one more time before skipping back and placing it on the bench. Tailgate returned and reached for the gun, eyeing how many cartridges were left. "How many colours can you do? Can you make one blue?" It was heavy in their arms, and they had to put a hand under the barrel to support it, but their new super strength made up for the heft of the gun. "I mean, no rush or anything, but blue's my favourite colour and all."

Two, three steps back again. Brainstorm's test proved the gun worked - on walls, at least. It needed a real test before they went out, right?

Tailgate lifted the gun and aimed at Brainstorm's back, a giggle slipping out of their voxcoder as they pulled the trigger.
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"No problem, the bullets are the easy part." Brainstorm scrolled over a data pad for a moment, the red came out a little too opaque the first time he mixed a powder solution for it. The blue would probably mix in a little better and-

Brainstorm stalled everything when he heard the gun firing again and-

Wonderful. The feeling was weird, like his sensors were almost muted as they were covered in a fine film of red.

"If you manage to shoot somone, who is angry and doesn't want to be shot," Brainstorm narrowed Tailgate with a testy stare before grabbing a gun off of the left most hook of the top of the rack. He aimed it at the splotchy red still inching across his back. The gun didn't make a sound or shoot any visible ammunition, but the red nanites unmagnetized and fell to the floor in a fine dusting.

"Then I can remove it here, alright?" Hopefully, they didn't shoot anyone from high command, Rodimus would probably be okay, as long as the color didn't look too horrendous on his plating.
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