ROCK'EM SOCK'EM ROBOTS [BIG OPEN FIGHT LOG]

[sufferist]

Who: Signless, Robots, and YOU
Where: City Hall, and all over downtown LA.
When: April 14th
What: Signless bates the Cybetronians into having a big fight in downtown LA while attempting to get a valuable artifact. Earth civilians and superheroes are SUPER WELCOME to notice the fuss and try to stop the fighting/safe people from collateral damage.
Warnings: SUDDENLY ROBOT ULTRAVIOLENCE

Signless leaves himself, and the hammer, visible at first. He wants them to see him, to know that the battle is imminent - and with any luck, a conflict will start. He'll do his best to disappear and keep them hunting for him as as long as possible after he's initially been spotted. Maximum collateral damage is his goal.

It also helps that he's an empath. He'll be taking whatever opportunities he can to agitate people's emotions, whether it be anger, panic, or fear, in the attempt to make ever more chaos.

This is a party style log, meaning you can make you own threads and scenarios. Signless will be around with the hammer. LET'S MAKE THIS AS BIG OF A CLUSTERFUCK AS POSSIBLE, GUYS.

Comments

[worstprime]

You'd be hard-pressed to find a worse insult than Starscream saying he might've done the same in your shoes, and the comment makes Rodimus' spark burn. The energon charge in Rodimus' blaster is hot, and he can feel it sizzling against his internal circuitry, but he ignores it.

"I'm not interested in what you'd've done in my shoes, you slag-licking scum," he snarls, stepping closer to Starscream, right up in his hypothetical grille [except not, because he's a jet HOHO], blaster still raised and ready. "The Decepticons were JUST as useless in Nyon as you are now."

He pauses, glancing past Starscream; he can't see any sign of the Alternian anymore, and that fact only makes him more angry. He grits his teeth and looks back up at Starscream. "So how about you get out of my way before I have to blast a hole through you."

[starscheme]

Starscream doesn't look particularly phased by the name calling; petty insults didn't mean much without the weight of the right person and the right sentiment behind them, as far as he was concerned. What he doesn't appreciate is the blaster in his face. He narrows his eyes, considering the Autobot before him. "Do you really want to start an actual fight over this? Because I think we both have better things to be doing." It's half a challenge and half a diversion; scared as he is, he has no problem diverting some energy into thrashing this punk if necessary, but he'd really rather get back to his troll hunt.

[worstprime]

Scrap.

Rodimus lowers his blaster, and it causes him no end of hurt pride to do so. But there's too much at stake to warrant starting a fight he can't win right now. And now he's lost time and his target. Great. Just, great.

"Don't think this is over, 'con," he snaps before swiftly Transforming, engine roaring as he heads back towards the epicenter of the fight.