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And then I saw a woman dancing who had "MISTRESS" written across her lower back in electrical tape, and that would have been perfectly acceptable, except that she'd left off the terminal S and it said "MISTRES."
I try not to be a grammar nazi, I have no leg to stand on there, but I do have the internal spellchecker, and this was the purest of pure torture. Even another rum and coke failed to blunt the agony. It's like a crooked painting. Once you have seen it, you cannot UNSEE it. The music changed. The S failed to appear. A tic started up under my right eye.
From
- Bob
- Megabyte
- Dot
- Sozin
- Azulon
- Iroh
- Ozai
Lu Ten- Zuko
- Azula
- Location:Bob
- Mood:
calm - Music:"The Spice Route"
To the east, the sky gradually turned a pale grey. At the very edge of the world, a thin line of gold appeared.
Sitting high atop one particular tower of Autobot City, Jetstorm watches the sunrise. He almost seems to blend into the shadows of the tower, save for the bright points of optic-light.
One looking closely might notice that he seems a bit more battered than he ought.
Sitting high atop one particular tower of Autobot City, Jetstorm watches the sunrise. He almost seems to blend into the shadows of the tower, save for the bright points of optic-light.
One looking closely might notice that he seems a bit more battered than he ought.
There is a fullstasis board set up in Jetstorm's cell. He had gone and retrieved it from Skydive's quarters, the local Skydive, at his own Skydive's request.
Currently, he sits with his back to the rear of the cell with the fullstasis board in front of him. It is turned to the side, with the red pieces to Jetstorm's right and the purple ones to his left. He hovers high enough off the ground that the board sits below the sight of his heads.
"Move Dirge to the twelve, nine intersection," Skydive orders.
Jetstorm picks up one of the pieces with a purple base, cunningly crafted to look like a tiny version of the blue conehead, and sets it down at the cross-point of the twelfth row and ninth column on the board.
Then he settles back to think about his own move.
Currently, he sits with his back to the rear of the cell with the fullstasis board in front of him. It is turned to the side, with the red pieces to Jetstorm's right and the purple ones to his left. He hovers high enough off the ground that the board sits below the sight of his heads.
"Move Dirge to the twelve, nine intersection," Skydive orders.
Jetstorm picks up one of the pieces with a purple base, cunningly crafted to look like a tiny version of the blue conehead, and sets it down at the cross-point of the twelfth row and ninth column on the board.
Then he settles back to think about his own move.
This is not Sideways's Cybertron. His Cybertron is so much metallic dust coating Unicron's innards.
This is not Jetstorm's Cybertron. That Cybertron still limps on with its life, much to Sideways's interest. He cannot travel directly to that universe anymore, however, not without alerting his god that he is pushing the boundaries of Unicron's command.
This is not Dreadboots's Cybertron. That Cybertron is healthy and powerful, reaching once more for the majesty it had so long ago. Again, however, that is a universe he may not enter.
This is Auspex's Cybertron. Not so powerful as it might be in a world where there is peace between the Autobots and Decepticons, but surprisingly more healthy. Perhaps the presence of a mech with a direct connection to Primus has something to do with that.
Sideways drives up the winding road to the sanctuary, listening to the familiar singing of his tires over the metal of Cybertron. His doors show Autobot symbols today.
Finding this place had been difficult. This Cybertron actively disliked him, though the inhabitants didn't know why they weren't helpful towards the Delorean'former from Earth. He'd used wit, cunning, and downright trickery, however, to dig out the bits and pieces of information that led him to the map of this section. Once he knew where the temple was, he didn't need anyone else.
When he finally arrives at the temple, he transforms into robot-mode and studies it at a distance. He can feel the sharp-edged menace emanating from the building, the dislike and distrust it has for him.
It makes him smile.
This is not Jetstorm's Cybertron. That Cybertron still limps on with its life, much to Sideways's interest. He cannot travel directly to that universe anymore, however, not without alerting his god that he is pushing the boundaries of Unicron's command.
This is not Dreadboots's Cybertron. That Cybertron is healthy and powerful, reaching once more for the majesty it had so long ago. Again, however, that is a universe he may not enter.
This is Auspex's Cybertron. Not so powerful as it might be in a world where there is peace between the Autobots and Decepticons, but surprisingly more healthy. Perhaps the presence of a mech with a direct connection to Primus has something to do with that.
Sideways drives up the winding road to the sanctuary, listening to the familiar singing of his tires over the metal of Cybertron. His doors show Autobot symbols today.
Finding this place had been difficult. This Cybertron actively disliked him, though the inhabitants didn't know why they weren't helpful towards the Delorean'former from Earth. He'd used wit, cunning, and downright trickery, however, to dig out the bits and pieces of information that led him to the map of this section. Once he knew where the temple was, he didn't need anyone else.
When he finally arrives at the temple, he transforms into robot-mode and studies it at a distance. He can feel the sharp-edged menace emanating from the building, the dislike and distrust it has for him.
It makes him smile.
After Jetstorm leaves the Medbay post-haste with Auspex in his arms, he weaves off down through the side-corridors, going for the same side door that he took earlier to get outside.
Once out of Metroplex, the city with the watching walls, Jetstorm takes off to the west towards the Cascades. He does not tell Auspex where they are going, or the electronic counter-measures he is using to keep people from following them. He does not want to give Galvatron the chance of finding him while he is still so accursedly weak!
The intrusive feeling of Auspex channeling Primus gets her a strut-rattling shake. "Do not do that. Or I will let you in all the way, priestess." And devour you.
Once out of Metroplex, the city with the watching walls, Jetstorm takes off to the west towards the Cascades. He does not tell Auspex where they are going, or the electronic counter-measures he is using to keep people from following them. He does not want to give Galvatron the chance of finding him while he is still so accursedly weak!
The intrusive feeling of Auspex channeling Primus gets her a strut-rattling shake. "Do not do that. Or I will let you in all the way, priestess." And devour you.