edited 2nd Jun '11 8:17:45 PM by SOCR
What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?
edited 2nd Jun '11 8:31:36 PM by SOCR
edited 2nd Jun '11 8:48:19 PM by troydenite
edited 2nd Jun '11 8:52:15 PM by Makuta9999
To be heard, speak up
To be appreciated, shut up
edited 2nd Jun '11 8:56:23 PM by troydenite
Ravage could do little more than break into a feral grin as the fist punched Unicron right in the face, and in spite of himself the transmetal panther found himself emulating a particularly vulgar and obscene human hand gesture—a single finger raised in defiant salute to the Dark God. At the Doctor's words, Ravage turned to face the Time Lord. "At this point, no," he replied, gesturing at himself to show off his sleek, redesigned and purely technological body. "As you may have noticed, I recently had an operation to better prepare myself for the coming confrontation; amongst the changes I made was the excision of my technorganic components. I am now one-hundred percent mechanical, as I always should have been."
In his private sanctum, Lambda glanced upwards as the entire complex shuddered. He was concerned at first, but then his ears caught the sound of her voice and he felt her anger, and a smile spread across his face as he realized what must have happened. I see these eons of captivity and torment have done little to diminish your fiery spirit, dear, he mused with a faint chuckle. Good work—if nothing else, you've bought us some much-needed time, and I'll see to it that it does not go to waste. With that, he returned to the task at hand; while he could not set his plans in motion until the Key had served its purpose, there were still materials to be laid out and inventories to be taken. All the players had their pieces in place, himself included, and it was time to begin the final act of this little game...
edited 2nd Jun '11 10:31:11 PM by Fusionman
edited 2nd Jun '11 10:34:21 PM by DKN117