Bonecrusher has arrived.

Scrapper is sprawled on the floor in a rather uncomfortable position, not terribly near the designated Constructicon area. He twitches slightly, as wakefulness intrudes on the blessed blackness. A pounding headache like a chorus of sledgehammers hits him and the twitching rises in severity. He mutters to himself, "Primus, what *hit* me? Was I playing chicken with Dinobots?"

Bonecrusher is watching over Scrapper, who has been creatively decorated with a new paint job featuring pink stars, purple and orange stripes, as well as some rather rude phrases written on his shovel. To top it all off, Scrapper is wearing a glittery pink-and-purple garland around his neck. Seeing that his brother is awakening, Bonecrusher answers him, "Nah, you just have a hangover. Be glad I didn't leave you on the floor with that Seeker."

What if Scrapper wanted to be left on the floor with that Seeker, huh?

Something glittery assaults Scrapper's optics. The pink, purple, and orange get him a second later. he jumps to his feet, cries out in horror, and promptly topples over with a clatter. Scrapper stammers, aghast, "Who did this to me?"

Bonecrusher casually steps out of Scrapper's way and puts on his most innocent face. "I have no idea." He finds it very hard to suppress a snigger, and his optic band shows a brief flash of something that /might/ be amusement.

Scrapper pulls himself into a sitting position and tries to scrutinize Bonecrusher closely. This task would be easier if Scrapper could actually focus. "Unnhh... you have better not be laughing at me." He slowly considers the room. "Blast. It could have been anyone. Where's Mixmaster when you need him? I can't go out like this!"nd."

Bonecrusher still does his innocent act. "Who would be laughing?" Then his face twists into an expression of smug mockery. "Mixmaster has gone out; I have no idea when he will return. You /could/ have thought of bringing some lime-green paint with you, but since you forgot..."

Scrapper snaps, "I brought some! You were with me when I picked it out! It just got... used." He yanks the garland off his neck and lunges forward, looking to toss it over Bonecrusher's neck. He then staggers towards the darkest corner, hands to his face. "Could you find a paint store, do you think?"

Bonecrusher bats away the garland. He's enjoying the situation immensely, since Scrapper hasn't yet progressed from "mortified" mood to "want to hit my idiot brother" mood. "I could..." - he paused momentarily, hoping to see a glimmer of false hope on Scrapper's face - "...if you would come with me and help me look for it. You know I have a terrible sense of direction. And the seedy streets here are not safe for one Constructicon on his own." Bonecrusher is only putting on an act, of course - he's normally not afraid of walking the streets, brash mech that he is.

Bonecrusher says, "You would not want me to get kidnapped, would you?"

Scrapper gives Bonecrusher a dour look, rude word festooned shovel drooping. He lectures, "Did I let the unkind world see you when you were less than pristine in green? No! Also, since when have you cared about your personal safety? Are you feeling all right, Bonecrusher?"

Bonecrusher 's smugness fades - a little. Scrapper hasn't progresssed to the "hit idiot brother" stage yet, but he has switched to "guilt trip" mode instead, which - Bonecrusher has to admit - is more difficult to deal with than being smacked upside the head. He doesn't fear Scrapper's fists much, given that he's stronger than him, but he doesn't know how to counteract it when Scrapper reminds him that he indeed owes him for helping to preserve his dignity and pristine lime-green reputation on previous occasion. Going for a diversion, he lies, "No, I am feeling rather dizzy..." - he fakes a sway - "...must have been something weird in my drink last night"

Scrapper sits down in the dark corner and groans. Well, this situation is just leakin' wonderful. He notes dryly, "I reiterate. Where's Mixmaster? I need paint, and you need detox, sounds like it." He sits in the too-large chair and thinks, which hurts his toxin-addled processors. "I can't keep looking like this, but if I go out..."

Bonecrusher leans against the wall behind him, still feigning dizziness. "I already told you I don't know where Mixmaster is," he reiterates. "We will have to get the paint from somewhere else."

Scrapper snarls, "I know he's not here. I just wish he was. He could solve both our problems. Pink. It just had to be pink. I look like one of those idiot Autowenches." Scrapper scratches at his new paintjob. Is it some unknown law of nature that stays on Monacus lead to pink Scrapper? Has he offended the gods of fashion somehow that they see fit to smite him so?

Bonecrusher brightens up with a sudden idea, as it happens on occasion even to a stupid mech like him. "Wenches! Scrapper, here is our solution... People here pick up wenches all the time, don't they? 'What happens on Monacus stays on Monacus.' So we could go outside together if you pose as my - you know - lady companion. Just drape that garland around yourself so that people don't recognise you..." The demolitionist cheerfully hands the garland back to Scrapper.

Scrapper just stares at Bonecrusher, before squawking and protesting, "That's just, just, just wrong! We're brothers! I can't! I'm not posing at some wench! No." So he'll just have to miss all the other events while waiting for paint. He'll probably also get spotted by the other Decepticons coming in and out of the room.

"Come on, like I would do anything to degrade you! But if you would rather keep sitting inside and miss all the events..." Bonecrusher says, his facial expression somewhere between smug and fake-innocent. "I'm not feeling well enough to go fetch paint on my own." Again with the fake dizziness act.

Scrapper sighs and contemplates his bleak, pink future, grim like energon slowly oozing from a corpse. Well, he really needs that paint, and he's got too much of a headache to come up with anything better on his own. He stands a bit shakily and latches onto Bonecrusher's arm, hissing in a falsetto voice, "Get fresh and I sign you up for high energy experimental testing. Got it?"

"Understood, sir," Bonecrusher replies. He knows that when Scrapper starts talking of experimental testing, /he/ better starts acting like he remembers that Scrapper is his commanding officer. Simple Decepticon survival rules. He carefully arranges the garland around Scrapper. "Ready?"

Bonecrusher moves to the Monacus Highrise Hotel.

Bonecrusher has left.

<travel spam>

You move east to the Olympic Stadium.

From Combat Pit 1,

        This time, Blades staggers back several steps. What the hell is goin' on here? Is this the same wuss that he fought in a bar? As the obvious dents add up on him, Blades remembers his gun. He truely hates to do it, as he's always one for a good swing fight, but this is quickly degrading into a beat down of Blades. Flipping a switch, he raises the gun again and pulls the trigger. He can't let this punk beat him in his own arena.

From Combat Pit 1, Blades strikes Long Haul with Photonic Pulse.

From Combat Pit 1, Long Haul rumble-growls as the photonic pulse hits him square in the torso, causing him to stumble back a step or two this time. "Yeah, well..." he draws his own weapon, and in his fist it does, indeed, look like a peashooter. "I got onna those, too!" Well, or something like it. Either way, he fires.

From Combat Pit 1, Long Haul misses Blades with his Pathetic Laser attack.

Bonecrusher is on a quest for paint! However, the way to whatever place might contain a paint shop leads through the arena. Bonecrusher notices Long Haul fighting with Blades down in Combat Pit 1. "Hey, we should stay here for a moment! I'm sure Long Haul would want me to watch. We are gestalt mates, you see," he says to his 'pretty arm candy'.

Something done up in pink stars and orange and purple stripes with a glittery pink and purple boa around its neck. It could, possibly, be a femme, if the lurid pink is any indication, but if it is, it is a spectacularly ugly one, looking terribly dumpy and blocky with a plain faceplate rather than a luscious pair of lips. What it is, it's clinging to Bonecrusher's arm. Leave it to a bulldozer to have absolutely no taste in arm candy.

From Combat Pit 1,

        That's more like it! Spinning to his right, Blades reaches behind him as the laser sears the air that he was just occupying. Good thing I moved. Pulling out his sword, he keeps his twirl going as he gains force with which to impale Long Haul. As he comes out of his newly learned balerina dance, he extends his rotor blade and hopes for the best.

From Combat Pit 1, Blades strikes Long Haul with Rotor Blade Slash.

Bonecrusher groans as Long Haul gets hit with the blade of Blades.

The pink-starred monstrosity sort of glares at Bonecrusher and looks a bit frustrated. 'She' taps 'her' foot impatiently. So what if Long Haul is getting beat up? Long Haul does that! Not that 'she' would know, of course.

From Combat Pit 1, Blade's blade impales Long Haul's left shoulder, right below that pointless driver's cab of his. He returns his gun to whereever and mumbles more to himself than anyone else, "Was doing better without this thing." With that he steps back towards the Protectobot, raising his arms, forearms crossed in front of him as he tries to slam into Blades with the full force of his Constructicon strength.

From Combat Pit 1, Long Haul strikes Blades with Full Force.

"Hah!" Bonecrusher exclaims. "Smack that Protecto-bum!"

The pink horror rubs up against Bonecrusher's arm and fixes him with a singularly nagging stare, in the way of harpy-wives, as if to say, 'No sports watching for you! I am more important! Pay attention to me!" 'She' doesn't say anything, though. Not a very chatty 'girl', is 'she'?

Bonecrusher 's arm candy wants attention. Well, Bonecrusher will give 'her' some - there are appearances to keep up, after all. He wraps and arm around 'her' shoulder and points to the Combat Pit with his other arm, saying, "He is doing good, isn't he? Us Constructicons are feared," as if he wanted to brag before his 'girl'.

From Combat Pit 1,

        As Blades goes flying through the air with the greatest of ease, he realizes that this is not the same Constructicon that he faced in the bar. Before he hits the ground, the Protectobot moves to do that which he hates most about himself. Fliping in the air, he transforms and lets his rotors begin to spin, keeping him in a hover several feet above the ground. "My turn" he says, somehow being heard over the noise of his rotor blades whipping the air. He pushes the throttle foward and, tipping his tail higher, moves his spining blades towards Long Haul.

From Combat Pit 1, Red and White Helicopter <Blades> strikes Long Haul with Spinning Blades.

"...though we are not the fastest," Bonecrusher adds sheepishly as Long Haul fails to dodge Blades' attack again.

The 'girl' seems to shudder a little, as if that arm-wrap wasn't what 'she' was looking for. 'She' glances over at the fight, looking exasperated, and nods, just to pacify Bonecrusher. There's a burst of static from 'her' at the comment about Blazing Construction Speed or lack thereof, as if 'she' was about to say something, but 'she' evidently thinks better of it and falls silent.

From Combat Pit 1, Long Haul instinctively brings his arms up over his head, and as a result it is his fore-arms that are cut into by the helicopters blades, although the gashes are still minor. "Heh. Yer gonna regret bringing alt modes into this," he taunts as he transforms. Yes, that's right, fear the devilish dump truck! Look in horror on the Tonka toy of terror! For this Tonka toy is most decidedly /not/ appropriate for children three and under, especially not with the rocket launchers! ZOOOM!!

From Combat Pit 1, Dump Truck <Long Haul> misses Red and White Helicopter <Blades> with his Rocket attack.

Bonecrusher is all attentive company, even though he now loosens the hold of his arm around his shovel-bearing 'girl'. "Are you all right?" he asks. "Shall I get you something to drink?"

From Combat Pit 1,

        Defying what most would call physics, Blades pulls back hard on the stick and launches himself up, the result being that of an inverted roll (a feat only Apache's could do when he was re-formed). The rockets pass under him as he performs his maneuver, detonating in the force field. "So ya wanna hit people with garbage cans!" Blades quotes from some human movie that he saw once. "Ever play with garbage cans that hit back?!" With the emphasis on the word 'back', he sends forth a volley of his own special made rockets, just for Long Haul.

From Combat Pit 1, Red and White Helicopter <Blades> strikes Dump Truck <Long Haul> with Rocket.

Bonecrusher's painted lady stamps her 'foot' on the ground and points at the exit. Evidently, 'she' wants something out there. Yes, 'she' will miss the epic conclusion of the Long Haul versus Blades grudge match, but 'she' has other ways of seeing that sort of thing first hand, and 'she' has more important matters to which to attend.

From Combat Pit 1, And the rocket does hit Long Haul in the back, right in his truck bed. "You callin' yerself a garbage can? Then I guess it's time you got taken out!" With that he transforms again (wouldn't do to use up too many of the rockets too soon) and again summons his pistol, raising it to fire on his airborne opponent.

From Combat Pit 1, Long Haul strikes Red and White Helicopter <Blades> with Pathetic Laser <Low>.

Bonecrusher briefly shakes his fist at Blades. "You're the garbage can, stupid chopper!" Then he gives in to his lady's insistant demands. "All right..." and starts heading for the exit. "Anything for you," Bonecrusher says sweetly."

Boencrusher's darling looks much more pleased, 'her' optic band beaming adoringly at the demolitionist. Okay, 'she' is less trying to kill him with optic beams that 'she' doesn't have. That's close to adoring, right? 'She' spares a glance at the fight. Huh, Long Haul really isn't doing too badly. Sock that gestalt upstart!

Scattershot has connected.

From Combat Pit 1,

        In an attempt to dodge, Blades pulls back, keeping his altitude even. What he fails to calculate is the speeds that he needs to move in relation to the speed and force of the laser blast. Taking the shot in the underside of his fusilage, the hole it creates smokes for a few moments before Blades cuts the power to that section. Targeting the Constructicon with the two massive guns on his back end, he lets loose twin beams of crimson death.. or at least annoyance.

From Combat Pit 1, Red and White Helicopter <Blades> misses Long Haul with his Twin Laser Pulse attack.

Bonecrusher stops suddenly. "He is doing good, isn't he? Coming to think of it, I would rather stay and watch the match. Only if you don't mind, of course," he says with false sweetness, digging his fingertips into the arm of his 'girl'.

From Combat Pit 1, It would probably be a lot more annoying if it hit.

Long Haul dives forwards, landing hard on the floor of the pit, but avoiding the guns. But now he has a slight problem... his foe is still in the sky, and he's never been much of a flier.

Not much of one, but as a Decepticon he /is/ still a flier. The transporter picks himself back up and throws himself into the air, flying towards Blades with his arms outstretched, Superman-style, hands balled into fists.

From Combat Pit 1, Long Haul misses Red and White Helicopter <Blades> with his Flying Punch. Not Kick. Punch. attack.

From Combat Pit 1,

        As Long Haul flies at him, Blades pulls another glorious aerial stunt, turning 180 degrees, dropping his tail and letting his rotors again setup a meet and greet with Long Haul. Just in case, he kicks the RPMs of rotor assembly up a few hundred and does what he's worst at. Waits.

From Combat Pit 1, Red and White Helicopter <Blades> misses Long Haul with his Rotor Assembly in your face! attack.

There's a hissed yelp, a bit low-pitched, of pain from the 'girl' as Bonecrusher digs his fingers into 'her' arm. Abuse! Abuse! Oh, 'she' is going to be stuck here, isn't 'she'? 'She' makes a quiet sighing noise and settles down for a long wait, the way Long Haul and Blades are missing each other.

A light smirk on his face, Bonecrusher comfortably leans against his 'girl' (after all, he's feeling dizzy and needs someone to lean on. right?) and keeps watching. "Come on, hit him!" he shouts in Long Haul's direction.

From Combat Pit 1, Long Haul flies past and above Blades, jinking back enough to avoid the other's rotors as he goes by. He pauses, hovering in the air just a moment as he looks around and considers his options, and then he actually sighs. "Aw, fraggit," he grumbles as he kicks forward a bit before again transforming into his much larger, heavier, non-flying dump truck form. He hopes has himself aimed right as he simply allows gravity to do its job, sending him crashing down towards the helicopter.

From Combat Pit 1, Dump Truck <Long Haul> strikes Red and White Helicopter <Blades> with Look Out Below!.

Shockwave arrives from the Last Chance Alley to the south.

Shockwave has arrived.

Symphony has arrived.

Fusillade has arrived.

Foxfire arrives from the Last Chance Alley to the south.

Foxfire has arrived.

From Combat Pit 1, Blades receives a radio transmission.

Bonecrusher cheers as Long Haul crashes into Blades. "That's how you do it!"

Scattershot has disconnected.

From Combat Pit 1,

        The concept of controled descent has lost all meaning to Blades. He's falling and there's nothing he can do to stop it. The best he could hope for is a soft landing. The chances of that are less than the chances of Elita One getting over Optimus. As he plumets, twisting and twirling towards the ground, he tries to lock on to Long Haul with his weapons, launching them as soon as the tone goes close to good.

From Combat Pit 1, Red and White Helicopter <Blades> strikes Dump Truck <Long Haul> with Quad Patriots.

Foxfire groggily makes his way into the stadium, looking like he's just woken up. And he probably has, considering how drunk he'd gotten the previous cycle. Nor does he look all that great. Maybe watching a fight or two will help him feel better.

Bonecrusher's ugly pink chick with the glittery garland seems to object to him leaning on her. It seems as if she's having some trouble supporting his heavy, bulldozery weight. It also seems like she has a headache. Still, she hangs off Bonecrusher's arm and watches the fight, looking as if she'd rather be elsewhere. She winces when Long Haul is struck with those Quad Patriots.

The gleam of the stadium lights bounces off multiple well-polished bodies as Cybertronians and other races frm around the quadrant savor the combat. Fusillade herself has situated herself in the upper reaches of the stands, leaning backwards on her elbows on the empty row behind her. A pair of Denebolians play tentaclies with each other, not really paying attention to the fight or the dark grey and white femme situated to the left and fore. A mildly curious glance is sent to the flash of lime green... and pink down a bit further in the stands, but Fusillade soon returns her attention to the bout between Blades and Long Haul.

Bonecrusher also winces, and for the same reason, not noticing - or not wanting to notice? - his girl's discomfort. "Oh, slag it!" he exclaims, not considering whether such language should be used in front of a lady. "Hope the crash hurts, you ugly helicopter!"

From Combat Pit 1, Just as Long Haul's about to hit the ground, Ka-BOOM! the missiles hit Long Haul, changing his falling trajectory and actually knocking him over. When the smoke clears he is one dented and dinged dump truck, at least until he transforms into a dented and dinged robot. He gets to his knees and shakes his head to clear it, muttering, "Ouch." He again summons his laser and fires. "Why don'cha go down already?" the Constructicon complains.

From Combat Pit 1, Long Haul strikes Red and White Helicopter <Blades> with Pathetic Laser.

"....!" adequately describes the reaction Shockwave receives upon his arrival to the Monacan throng. A glance from his lone eye is enough to repulse lifeforms of all shapes and sizes. The Decepticon Commander makes his way to the stadium proper, the weapon protruding from his left arm serving as an answer to the ineveitable question of, "Ticket?" He pauses at the railing, craning his hexagonal head over to observe Blades and Long Haul sort out the details of their relationship with a vengeance. Without the slightest measure of interest, Shockwave turns away, approaching the flights of stairs necessary to climb...

The pink girl is a walking fashion disaster. The glittery pink and purple garland is just the tip of the iceberg. She's patterned over with pink stars and orange and purple stripes. She looks as if something went dreadfully wrong in a sticker factory, and she's not even shapely, having the 'lovely' lines of a truck or something, in all its bulky glory. She tugs at Bonecrusher's arm, evidently more interesting in going elsewhere than in watching the fight.

Foxfire has left.

Grimlock has connected.

From Combat Pit 1,

        Blades is not used to losing. He's not used to uncontrolled falls either, but here he is doing both. He hits the ground hard, consciousness having left him about 20 feet up. Things break, blades bend and other bits get crunched. After a few moments, the damage starts to disappear and Blades transforms. He lays on the ground for a few moments, not wanting to see the smug look that he's sure will be under Long Haul's faceplate. Thank Primus for the faceplate. Still, he lays there for a few moments, regaining what few witts he has.

From Combat Pit 1, Blades receives a radio transmission.

Bonecrusher straightens up instinctively as Shockwave enters the stadium, but does not let go off his glitter-begarlanded girl. "Hey, don't be in such a hurry," he tells her. "Don't you want to see that Autobot lie in the dust?" he adds gloatingly, followed by a loud, "Yeah, Long Haul! Long Haul!"

From Combat Pit 1, For the record, Long Haul does not have a mouth beneath a 'faceplate'. His so-called 'faceplate' /is/ his face. Then how does he play trumpet without a mouth? The world will never know.

He does manage to radiate smug, however, as he pulls himself into a standing position. The Constructicon jabs the forefinger of his right hand towards the Protectobot as he shouts, "An' /that's/ whatcha get fer tripping people up inna aisles!" And with that he turns away, stomping towards the edge of his pit, head held high for once.

Long Haul emerges from the Combat Pit 1.

Long Haul has arrived.

The girl just stares vapidly. Gee, that fellow must be important, the way Bonecruhser's acting. Maybe she'll just hide behind Bonecrusher. Long Haul won? Oh, that's nice, she supposes. Now can she and Bonecrusher finally get going? She bets he'll have to stick around and congratulate his brother, which will be yet another delay.

From Combat Pit 1, Red and White Helicopter <Blades> says, "I just wanna die."

Fusillade snaps the holofoil of her data padd to life with a flex between the handgrips. Those vivid topaz optics flick upwards again towards Bonecrusher and his company, utterly befuddled by the sheer... girlishness of it all. "Really mechly, really femmely," she guesses to herself. The looming figure of Shockwave earns a mild chuff, "Cybertron's going to stop functioning without him around." Teeth immediately snap shut on her words as it registers that he is moving... upwards on the staircase.

Grimlock is soon enough mingling amongst the crowds near the combat pits again. Missing the end of the altercation between Blades and Long Haul, but hearing the sounds of the crowd voicing it's pleasure/disproval as one may see fit. For now, the Dinobot is content to just shoulder his way through, brooking no glances from those around him.

From Combat Pit 1, Red and White Helicopter <Blades> slowly picks himself up fron the ground and makes his way to the exit of this hellish pit of dispair.

Red and White Helicopter <Blades> emerges from the Combat Pit 1.

Red and White Helicopter <Blades> has arrived.

Red and White Helicopter <Blades> walks into the room grumpily.

The red and white helicopter twists and turns, ceasing to be a rescue chopper and becoming Blades, Autobot Fighter Extraordinaire!

Long Haul trods out of the pit, taking a moment to look around. Wow. There's a lot more people he recognizes about this time. The Constructicon chuckles quietly as Blade's comments reaches his audials. Then he doubletakes before staring at Bonecrusher and... huh?

Blades transmits a message via radio.

Bonecrusher claps Long Haul on the shoulder as he passes bye. "Good job!" he exclaims in a celebratory tone.

Symphony eyes Blades from a perch near the Combat Pits, a sickly grin on her face after watching this latest debacle. She now feels -quite- confident about her future in the Full Combat Lightweight division.

Blades receives a radio transmission.

Blades feels like t-total crap about his future in the Full Combat Lightweight division. If he could lose to that twit... must have beer.

Then Bonecrusher quickly pulls his girl towards the exit, generously telling her, "C'mon, let's go." One could almost think he's ashamed to be seen with her by Long Haul...

The ugly pink-starred and orange and purple striped girl clings to Bonecrusher a bit more tightly, seeming intent on hiding behind him. Wonder why she's feeling so shy all of the sudden? She seems entirely willing to go along with Bonecrusher and leave the arena. Finally! Now they can really get somewhere.

Shockwave stares directly at Grimlock for just a moment before soundlessly passing him by. He ascends the staircases, the odd sights laid out before him seeming to go unregistered by his near bare features. He comes to those upper reaches of the stadium, turning to enter the row above Fusillade. An easy shuffle and Shockwave's immense body eases into one of the seats, his head tilted down to observe the Decepticon one row below him.

Blades transmits a message via radio.

Earthscorch arrives from the Monacus Highrise Hotel to the west.

Earthscorch has arrived.

Earthscorch enters the area heavily.

Earthscorch strolls in, looking disinterested.

Blades receives a radio transmission.

Bonecrusher quickly makes his way to the exit, pulling his garish-but-shy girl with him.

Bonecrusher moves south to the Last Chance Alley.

Bonecrusher has left.

Long Haul inclines his head towards Bonecrusher as his brother congratulates him, but his optic band remains fixed on the... 'girl.' As a Constructicon, he distinguishes personal based on body shape first and color second. After all, all Constructicons are green. But he doesn't argue, deciding now is /not/ the time to be asking why his brother is running around in that particular paint job. Must have lost another bet. Instead he just heads off himself. He's had his break (and enjoyed it!) but now it's over.

You move south to the Last Chance Alley.

Bonecrusher enters the alleyway, still holding on to the arm of his pink 'girl'. "So, where to find a paint shop?" he asks, or maybe just thinks out loud. He doesn't have Long Haul's unfailing sense of orientation, after all.

The girl tilts her head upwards, as if irritated, and points her hand, perhaps the only thing close to graceful about her, in a random direction. Anywhere is better than here, baby.