Beach Party!!

[bw_waspy]

Wheeeeee!!!!!!

Waspinator have FUN today! Us have Beach Party!!!

Had to invite Maximals, but that not so bad. Waspinator actually kind of like Cat-Bot when Cat-Bot not shooting at Waspinator.

Waspinator tell Cat-Bot secret of how to get Fish-bot out of room for party, but Fish-bot stay in water all day anyway.

Waspinator and Cat-Bot sing for party. Kareoke. Nobody else like, and someone threw a seashell at Waspinator... Waspinator not sure who. Waspinator was just having fun. :(

Tarantulas cook desert again, but this time everyone know better than to eat any. Waspinator knew better LAST time Tarantulas cooked. Waspinator is SMART.

Comments

[air-commander.livejournal.com]

Don't you have a ball of yarn to play with?

[shadow-ravage.livejournal.com]

Don't you have wings to get ripped off?

[psychocrab]

*oddly defensive/protective* Down, kitty....

[shadow-ravage.livejournal.com]

Fine... *grumbles and slinks off*

[psychocrab]

*not particularly happy about being snippy with Ravage, as he likes the cassetticon... but is too distracted. He's just checked his own journal and knows Screamer's been reading it... forces himself not to fidget, and starts to feel like he's being studied... a feeling that of course leads back to thoughts of Omicron... and starts to make him angry... looks for something (or someone) to vent that on before he loses control...*

[ironbite.livejournal.com]

*walks past, whistling innocently*

[psychocrab]

*spots the perpetually respawning 'Raptor and transforms to crab mode, grabbing IB in his claws and crushing until said 'raptor is a tiny lil ball... then proceeds to shread the ball, then crush the shreds back into a ball... and finally toss the rest into a recycler... sighs and transforms back, finally calmed down some... wary glance over towards Starscream... losing control like that was NOT the sort of first impression he'd wanted to make...*

*to Screamer* So... you've been reading my journal...

[ironbite.livejournal.com]

*respawns scratching his head*

What the hell just happened?

[air-commander.livejournal.com]

I've made it my habit to observe everything that might be of importance.

Hello... I take it you are an ally? *guarded look*

[psychocrab]

*wary* I suppose you could say that... I'm currently a Predacon by affiliation, and they are supposed to be descendants of the Decepticons...

[air-commander.livejournal.com]

Descendants...? Why do I sense some hidden meaning?

[psychocrab]

*slight smirk* Did you skim in your reading then, when you accessed my journal? Or is there some other reason for this complicated charade... *watching Starscream closely, with an almost facinated/amused expression*

[air-commander.livejournal.com]

I wasn't... this isn't true... *fights the urge to edge away from Rampage*

[psychocrab]

*faintly amused* Isn't it?

I wonder... just how much do we have in common? Do you know what it was that tipped off the Maximals as to what you are? What we are?

It wasn't only your time as a ghost, I assure you...
But once they knew, they just couldn't resist trying to find a way to duplicate the condition. And in the end, there was only one way to do that...

And here I am, Father...

[air-commander.livejournal.com]

*feels like fainting, and probably looks the part*

So you're... You're a... Get away from me!

[psychocrab]

*expression goes a lil flat as if at some unconfortable reminder* What is the word you're searching for, Father? Mutant? Freak? Psychopath? Vampire? Monster? I've been called them all before...

*tone becomes almost conversational* One of the files attached to the records the Maximals kept on the project that resulted in my creation was a video log from a Decepticon ship... Not the Nemesis... but a replacement your era's Megatron built.

You challenged Megatron, but the Autobot Mirage interrupted. Rather rude of him... but... back to the heart of the matter. Megatron shot you. Quite badly.

*one hand reaches behind his back as he talks, slowly*

And only a few minutes later, you were at the controls of the ship, as if a large hole in the torso is something that only happens to other people...

*bit of a smile* Which is true, isn't it, Father. *removes a knife from behind his back and quickly runs the blade of it through his own hand... removes and subspaces the knife, holds out his hand so Screamer can see as it heals up visibly within seconds*

(ooc note: This actually happens in MTMTE. While it could be a blooper ;) I prefer to take it to mean that Screamer heals up too, tho maybe not as stunningly fast as the Crab, but that Screamer kept it a secret for years... a sort of hidden advantage...)

[air-commander.livejournal.com]

*stares* *feels very uncomfortable*

[psychocrab]

*quietly, not so intimidating now, almost soothing...* Because we're the same... Because this... *wipes fluids away from his now uninjured hand* is what the Maximal Council wanted so badly.

But they couldn't duplicate the mutation in just anyone... in the end there was only one way. They had to rely on heredity...

They wanted to create an indestructable warrior... *faint smirk* Or weapon... or slave...

But I don't like follow orders, especially from idiots. So I... declined... *bit of a malicious grin at that*

[bw_waspy]

*peeks around Roddie again* Ancient-bot... is... scared of Crab-bot? *seems a lil suprised* Everyone scared of Crab-bot, but... Waspinator not think Ancient-bot would be...

[giri-guy.livejournal.com]

*whispers, not wanting to interrupt* I don't think it's Rampage himself Starscream is afraid of... only what he represents.

[bw_waspy]

*puzzled look, quietly* Waspinator does not understand... Crab-bot is big scary immortal... that why everyone else scared of Crab-bot...

[giri-guy.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah... but keep in mind that Starscream is a bigger, scarier immortal - at least I think so, but don't tell either of them I said that.

Starscream's just afraid of what this will mean to him... it's a major adjustment to wrap his processor around, after all.

[bw_waspy]

*peeks out again, and then thinks of something almost totally unrelated, to Roddie* If ancient-bot so big... how ancient-bot fit in Waspinator's body?

[obsessedmanta.livejournal.com]

*doesn't like where this topic is going* Don't say the O word. *deadpan* *holds out cookie*

[air-commander.livejournal.com]

*observes the crab's reaction intriguedly*