Ravage propped himself up onto a stool, looking comically small in the Autobot-sized upholstery, especially in comparison to Arcee.
"Crude energon, in a clean cube," he ordered. "If I'm gonna do this, I am not doing it in anything other than a state of overenergization."
The Danse Macabre Codex-the bartender slid over Ravage's order-
"And for the lady?"
"Now I 'forgot' to tell Ravage folks, but we can at any time (like say, whenever a date starts getting dull) introduce some... complications into the evening. They vary wildly in size and magnitude, but they won't make things easier for our contestants..."
Cinnamon grinned and nodded at Kris's announcement, going to the large wheel with their names on it, reaching behind it and dragging out a smaller wheel...though on this one, were only many sealed envelopes. She put a hand on it, apparently waiting for a chance to get to use it.
Easing back into life one step at a time"How the Pit should I know?"
Ravage picked up the Energon cube—no small feat, considering that it was nearly his size—and tipped it back, sucking the precious fluid which poured out from one corner for a few moments. The Predacon set his drink down, and wiped any excess energon off on the back of his arm.
"So," he began, drumming his taloned fingers on the bar and glancing at anything other than Arcee. "Yeah...come here, often?"
The Danse Macabre Codex"Ah, yes, you were stationed at Autobot City,
as I recall." Ravage leaned forward, a feral smile spreading across his muzzle. "A good day, that day; we killed quite a few of you Autobots when we attacked your precious base."
edited 7th Feb '11 6:56:39 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexArcee glares. We do not speak of that day. Say what's it like serving under the great dragon himself?
Ravage's optics narrowed. "I know not of what dragon you speak, femme. I serve only the original Megatron
and the Tri-Predacus Council; the Predacon fugitive who bears his name may have had his plans, but not his army. Our alliance was only a matter of convenience."
Arcee laughs. The point still stands. You allied yourself with a mad-man who bases himself out of the infamous figure from the Covenant of Primus. A man who missed this verse.
She speaks in an almost haughty voice. Humility comes before greatness, and where humility has not paved the road, greatness may not walk it
edited 7th Feb '11 7:19:25 PM by Fusionman
"You do realize," Ravage said casually, "that if the second Megatron and I had succeeded in our endeavour, you would not be here to have this conversation right now, don't you? You, and all the other Autobots would have lost the Great War; your vaunted Optimus Prime would have died four million years before his time, and without his influence your side would never have gotten these miserable little fleshbags involved in our war."
The Predacon took another draught from his energon cube. "Would have been a damn sight better than the Maximal-ruled Cybertron of the present day, that's for sure."
In the Predacon base, Megatron stroked his chin thoughtfully. "A dragon, you say? How intriguing, yeeees..."
"Did you say something, royalty?" Inferno inquired.
The transmetal tyrannosaurus waved him off, an enigmatic smile flitting across his face. "Nothing, Inferno, nothing; just a passing thought and nothing more, noooo..."
edited 7th Feb '11 7:30:11 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexArcee chuckles. After all this time you don't understand?! You had no chance! If you won you never would have had a reason to go back in time!
She chugs another cube. Waiter! Now Mr... Ravage was it? I don't understand how you never ran the Predacons? You got the ego and idiocy needed to run the Predacons.
Ravage drummed his talons on the bar, an optic twitching. "I would have thought Prime's Autobots to be above pettiness and arrogance; evidently I was mistaken. Further, your question betrays your ignorance; I was the most devout and effective of all the original Megatron's followers. Do you think that the Maximal High Council would have granted me amnesty and permitted me the chance to be reformatted as a Predacon if there was any chance I could be installed in a position of power amongst our descendants? Hardliners would have flocked to my side like shrikebats in mating season, and then the Great War likely would have started up all over again; obviously, the Maximals did not want that."
The Predacon took another draught. "Besides, leadership is not my forte; I am content to serve and bide my time for now."
Megatron smirked at Arcee's words. "How unfortunate for her that temporal mechanics do not work that way in our multiverse; obviously she knows nothing of the timestorm
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Subaru was about to jump in and help fight the wyrm…when it all went wrong.
Totally Wrong.
Unlike a lot of Mid-Childan’s Subaru had watched a bit of Earth TV. She knew of this show, had laughed herself silly at the stupid antics…and now she was in it.
Totally…what is it called? Karma? Karma…
Then she watched Ravage almost go to pieces and managed to rein in her laughter. Telepathicly, she tried to say to Ravage,
Consider it an infiltration mission, might help.
Other than that, she was watching…and then wondered.
“Hey? If this is Blind Date, are WE on TV somewhere?”
Thinking about it, Subaru had Revolver Knuckle start emitting a short series of flashes, over and over.
Meanwhile, on Mid-Childa.
“Wh…what?!” Teana Lanster stared at the screen. Subaru had been missing and now…
“HEY! Subaru’s on the TV!” It was amazing how many women could rush through a door when they were motivated.
Nanoha, with a concerned look on her face, almost face faulted when she saw the TV.
“Oh, she’s just goofing…wait a second, look at Revolver Knuckle!”