Ep 2 -- Speed Trap (Closed)
Dec 2, 2015 2:05:48 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2015 2:05:48 GMT -5
Carbine's shrill, indignant squawking was like music to Thunder's audios. In a single moment of forgetfulness, the ex-enforcer allowed his emotions to get the better of him and unintentionally gave away his location. Thundercloud's head snapped towards the direction Carbine's voice was coming from, a decidedly unkind smile creeping across his face as he reveled in his own best friend's misfortune.
"Gotcha, glitch." He thought with the smug, victorious sort of satisfaction one would expect to see in a particularly mean-spirited cat who had just caught a hapless mouse.
He wasted no time heading off in the direction Carbine's voice seemed to be coming from, kicking up dust-clouds as his pedes hammered into the ground, shaking the earth and packing stones deep into the dirt as he carelessly trampled over whatever was in his way without a second thought. Sure, if the obstacle was big enough he would leap over it or simply side-step it (depending on which was easier), but for a mech his size it was more convenient to simply crush stones and plant-life underfoot.
As he moved, Carbine squawked indignantly once more, this time over the comm.network. Had he been a good sport about things, Thundercloud might have actually apologized for poking fun at him. He knew the mech's glitch was a sensitive subject, and he would never sincerely degrade him for it - why would he? It wasn't as if it was something Carbine could control. It wasn't his fault, it wasn't something he could correct, so mocking him for it with complete sincerity would be both pointless and cruel.
But, because Carbine decided to be a dick and call him That Name again, Thundercloud took off his metaphorical gloves and threw them down. If that was how Carbine was gonna play, fine. That's how they were gonna play.
::Ooooh, you better HOPE I don't find you, boy. We might be tight but that ain't gonna keep you from catchin' these hands::
"Gotcha, glitch." He thought with the smug, victorious sort of satisfaction one would expect to see in a particularly mean-spirited cat who had just caught a hapless mouse.
He wasted no time heading off in the direction Carbine's voice seemed to be coming from, kicking up dust-clouds as his pedes hammered into the ground, shaking the earth and packing stones deep into the dirt as he carelessly trampled over whatever was in his way without a second thought. Sure, if the obstacle was big enough he would leap over it or simply side-step it (depending on which was easier), but for a mech his size it was more convenient to simply crush stones and plant-life underfoot.
As he moved, Carbine squawked indignantly once more, this time over the comm.network. Had he been a good sport about things, Thundercloud might have actually apologized for poking fun at him. He knew the mech's glitch was a sensitive subject, and he would never sincerely degrade him for it - why would he? It wasn't as if it was something Carbine could control. It wasn't his fault, it wasn't something he could correct, so mocking him for it with complete sincerity would be both pointless and cruel.
But, because Carbine decided to be a dick and call him That Name again, Thundercloud took off his metaphorical gloves and threw them down. If that was how Carbine was gonna play, fine. That's how they were gonna play.
::Ooooh, you better HOPE I don't find you, boy. We might be tight but that ain't gonna keep you from catchin' these hands::