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shadow_vector2011-04-30 01:46 pm
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...is the price tag
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Sixshot, Hun-Grr, Sinnertwin
refs to sticky, crack
for 3w4dw comment fic prompt : Sixshot, two Terrorcons, "what's wrong with a little destruction?" I've been failing at writing all week, so, I was really happy to be able to come up with ANYTHING!
“I,” Sixshot said, pushing to his feet, “am not paying for that.” He snapped his interface panel shut with a brisk gesture.
“Not blaming me, are you?” Sinnertwin flopped onto his back, hand on his belly, sated. “Takes two to tangle...or...whatever.”
“Three,” Sixshot corrected.
“Fine.” Hun-Grr pushed himself to sitting. “You two settle it amongst yourself. Gestalt leaders don't pay for equipment mishaps.” It was a rule he had just made up. But he liked it. He made a note to add it to his list, right after, 'When in doubt, blame Blot.' Unfortunately, Blot wasn't here right now.
Or actually, scratch that, pretty damn fortunately. Blot's unique...fragrance would probably have killed the mood. How Sixshot could stand it was one of the great mysteries of the universe.
Or yet another reason why Sixshot was more hardcore than any mech alive.
“Phase Sixer,” Sixshot called. Two pairs of optics turned to Sinnertwin. Who glared back.
“What?” Sinnertwin's mouth flattened. “You get paid way more than I do.”
“Destroy planets,” Sixshot said, smugly. “Commensurate pay.”
Niiiiiiice. Hun-Grr noted that, as well.
“Oh no. OOOOOOH NO,” Sinnertwin growled, outraged. “You two are NOT going to stick this all on me.”
“Why not.” From any other mech it might have been sarcasm. Sixshot...transcended sarcasm.
“Because it's MY spike you broke!”
“You broke, technically,” Hun-Grr smirked. “You moved at the wrong time.”
Sinnertwin gave an incoherent shriek of outrage. “I moved? I moved at the wrong time?”
“Technically he was provoked,” Sixshot rubbed his facemask, contemplating.
“Sinnertwin's always provoked,” Hun-Grr muttered.
“You know what? Thanks. Thanks for the team loyalty, Hun-Grr. Seriously. Gestalt? That mean anything to you?”
Yeah, Hun-Grr thought. Means I blame everything on you mechs. Fraggin' textbook Decepticon definition of 'team'.
“Could split it evenly,” Sixshot mused. “Fair use and all.”
“I think you both should split it,” Sinnertwin snapped. “Both used it, after all.”
“So much wrong with that, Sinnertwin.” Hun-Grr shook his head. “Just...so much.”
Sixshot tilted his head. “Though you were in alt, so...maybe we each pay a quarter. One for each head.”
“What? You—you suck, Sixshot. Seriously.”
Sixshot shrugged. “Should charge you for that, too.”
Hun-Grr snort got cut short by the memory. Yeah that had been pretty fraggin' hot. He'd pay to watch that again, actually. Huh. There was an idea. Probably profit to be had in holovids of Sixshot.
Well, he could think of at least three buyers. And Black Shadow, but that would be for blackmail purposes. Huh. He'd always wanted an excuse to kill the skulking Phase Sixer. Another note.
Sinnertwin sat up, looking down at the snapped anatomy, the small puddle of transfluid and leaking energon, the cauterized wires. He laughed. “Could have happened under worse circumstances, I guess. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm not paying for it!”
Hun-Grr smirked. “Guess you'll have to live without, then.” Aha. Trump card, Sinnertwin.
Sinnertwin smirked back. “ORRRR, I'll just have to use my spare.”
“Spare.” As close as Sixshot came—ever--to a question.
“Spare,” Sinnertwin gave a sharp nod, activating the command. “Reptile alt thing.”
That was...not fair. Not fair at all, Hun-Grr thought.
Sinnertwin gave a too-innocent blink. “What? You poor mechs only have one spike?” He tsked. “Shame, because when they're both operational, I can actually use 'em both.”
Sixshot and Hun-Grr exchanged glances. “Dibs,” Sixshot said, tossing his credit chit at Sinnertwin.
IDW
Sixshot, Hun-Grr, Sinnertwin
refs to sticky, crack
for 3w4dw comment fic prompt : Sixshot, two Terrorcons, "what's wrong with a little destruction?" I've been failing at writing all week, so, I was really happy to be able to come up with ANYTHING!
“I,” Sixshot said, pushing to his feet, “am not paying for that.” He snapped his interface panel shut with a brisk gesture.
“Not blaming me, are you?” Sinnertwin flopped onto his back, hand on his belly, sated. “Takes two to tangle...or...whatever.”
“Three,” Sixshot corrected.
“Fine.” Hun-Grr pushed himself to sitting. “You two settle it amongst yourself. Gestalt leaders don't pay for equipment mishaps.” It was a rule he had just made up. But he liked it. He made a note to add it to his list, right after, 'When in doubt, blame Blot.' Unfortunately, Blot wasn't here right now.
Or actually, scratch that, pretty damn fortunately. Blot's unique...fragrance would probably have killed the mood. How Sixshot could stand it was one of the great mysteries of the universe.
Or yet another reason why Sixshot was more hardcore than any mech alive.
“Phase Sixer,” Sixshot called. Two pairs of optics turned to Sinnertwin. Who glared back.
“What?” Sinnertwin's mouth flattened. “You get paid way more than I do.”
“Destroy planets,” Sixshot said, smugly. “Commensurate pay.”
Niiiiiiice. Hun-Grr noted that, as well.
“Oh no. OOOOOOH NO,” Sinnertwin growled, outraged. “You two are NOT going to stick this all on me.”
“Why not.” From any other mech it might have been sarcasm. Sixshot...transcended sarcasm.
“Because it's MY spike you broke!”
“You broke, technically,” Hun-Grr smirked. “You moved at the wrong time.”
Sinnertwin gave an incoherent shriek of outrage. “I moved? I moved at the wrong time?”
“Technically he was provoked,” Sixshot rubbed his facemask, contemplating.
“Sinnertwin's always provoked,” Hun-Grr muttered.
“You know what? Thanks. Thanks for the team loyalty, Hun-Grr. Seriously. Gestalt? That mean anything to you?”
Yeah, Hun-Grr thought. Means I blame everything on you mechs. Fraggin' textbook Decepticon definition of 'team'.
“Could split it evenly,” Sixshot mused. “Fair use and all.”
“I think you both should split it,” Sinnertwin snapped. “Both used it, after all.”
“So much wrong with that, Sinnertwin.” Hun-Grr shook his head. “Just...so much.”
Sixshot tilted his head. “Though you were in alt, so...maybe we each pay a quarter. One for each head.”
“What? You—you suck, Sixshot. Seriously.”
Sixshot shrugged. “Should charge you for that, too.”
Hun-Grr snort got cut short by the memory. Yeah that had been pretty fraggin' hot. He'd pay to watch that again, actually. Huh. There was an idea. Probably profit to be had in holovids of Sixshot.
Well, he could think of at least three buyers. And Black Shadow, but that would be for blackmail purposes. Huh. He'd always wanted an excuse to kill the skulking Phase Sixer. Another note.
Sinnertwin sat up, looking down at the snapped anatomy, the small puddle of transfluid and leaking energon, the cauterized wires. He laughed. “Could have happened under worse circumstances, I guess. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm not paying for it!”
Hun-Grr smirked. “Guess you'll have to live without, then.” Aha. Trump card, Sinnertwin.
Sinnertwin smirked back. “ORRRR, I'll just have to use my spare.”
“Spare.” As close as Sixshot came—ever--to a question.
“Spare,” Sinnertwin gave a sharp nod, activating the command. “Reptile alt thing.”
That was...not fair. Not fair at all, Hun-Grr thought.
Sinnertwin gave a too-innocent blink. “What? You poor mechs only have one spike?” He tsked. “Shame, because when they're both operational, I can actually use 'em both.”
Sixshot and Hun-Grr exchanged glances. “Dibs,” Sixshot said, tossing his credit chit at Sinnertwin.
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The banter is just KILLING me there in a totally good way... But Sinnertwin, you conniving glitch! I LOVE that! It does explain some of his calm. Of course, getting used so thoroughly by Sixshot would help, too.
So awesome.
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dies laughing
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