Nexus. Over there somewhere. Quiet time.

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Blackout scratches at a nearly healed wield, then blinks at Scorponok where he's passed out cold in a crack in her armor before making a sound of content boredom and looking over at the sand pile that Hormah's vanished into. There's absolutely nothing going on, nothing to destroy anywhere near (or that she feels like destroying, anyway), but the big femme's happy to just sit and watch the nothing happen for now.

The sandpile spouts slightly and then beeps before falling silent, and she cocks an optic at it and snorts before leaning back and looking at the sky.

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"The word means utter destruction," she says dryly, absently doing the looooooming thing.

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"Yeah, but it sounds weird." Snowcat stares back up at her through his facemask, still giggling ever so slightly. "Why's it so big?"

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"Why shouldn't she be?" Blackout pretends not to notice as Hormah uses a very very tiny blast from one of her guns to try and flip one of the Zambonies into/back into the hole.

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Again Snowcat giggles, this time at the antics of the giant Mini-Con and the ineffective but persistant zambonis who are doing their best to dodge.

"Cause they're supposed to be short. I mean, I guess you're a big mech and you need a big Mini-Con, but still..."

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"She's a Decepticon." She watches the little mechs with her own amusement.

"Yup," says Hormah under her breath, then tilts her head to see around Blackout's leg, wishing that the older femme would let her go play with those things again.

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"Decepticons don't go beep." Snowcat leans around to peer at her as the zambonis race behind his leg.

"Da! Da, found a Mini-Con!" "I know! Shut up about it already before I start feeding you to each other."

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"Decepticons aren't 'Da' either. That's a human thing." She's still amused. The Nexus is so full of weirdness that she has a feeling she'll never be bored again unless she wants to be.

Hormah steps out from behind her superior to get a better look at the zambonis, and though it's clear that she has Minicon tech, it's equally clear that it's been hybridized with tech like that of the big black chopper bot.

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Snowcat makes an irritated noise. "It's complicated, okay? They're the ones that came up with it."

Both he and the zambonis attempt to get a closer look at Hormah. "Doesn't look much like a Mini-Con either, unless you got some weird tech and pimped it out."

He means that in the 'pimp my ride' sense, not in the...other sense. Snowcat doesn't know that the other sense exists, despite his extensive knowlege of dirty humor.

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"Let me guess," she says dryly. "LOL?"

Hormah nearly comments on that, but decides to hold her peace and smirk instead. Her face is a lot more humanoid than Blackout's, so she carries off the expression very well.

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"Time Lord on acid causing the universe to break, actually." He kicks his foot idly, nearly hitting one of the squeaking zambonis.

"Da! Wanna catcha Mini-Con!"

"Do it yourself," Snowcat retorts with annoyance. "Cause my powerlinking's kinda limited these days."

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"Same slag, different pile." She shrugs, and then her optics narrow slightly as she looks at the little ones. "Do you see a powerlink port, slorgs?"

Nooo, because she had Mega-Octane cover it up.

"Blackout, I's wantin' t' catch 'em, b'y," says Hormah in her odd English. "They're nuts."

"Go hard, runt."

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"I dunno, I haven't looked." One gets the feeling that if he had eyebrows he'd be waggling them at her in a really, REALLY badly done seductive fashion. "D'you want me to?"

The zambonis cautiously creep out from behind his legs, watching Hormah carefully. Can they take her?

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The orange-red rookie steps out further, then shifts to a slightly undersized red tank, the process soundless except for the shifting of metal against metal. This done, she selects her Nexus ammo and fires, splattering the ground in front of the zambonis with bright green paint.

Blackout's looming has taken on a possessive and protective flavor. "You remind me of a guy I used to know."

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"Really? Was he hot?" Snowcat asks with a smirk, purely out of reflex at this point.

This actually makes the zambonis giggle and come closer. They respect someone who knows how to make a mess.

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"He was stupid." She blinks at the paint. "And then I ripped his processor out and he was dead. Hormah, what is that?"

"Nexus ammo!" The smaller femme aims more carefully, intending to make green zambonis.

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"You ain't answering my question." Snowcat watches his zambonis roll about with a slight grin, still dodging the green. "Don't get the little scraps too dirty or Demmy'll peg me for letting 'em make a mess."

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"You aren't answering mine." She watches Hormah fire again.

Green zamboni, anybody?

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"You didn't ask me one." And now Snowcat peers up at her suspiciously. "Although while we're on the topic of questions, why's your voice all weird?"

If she can catch them!

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"I asked who you are." She sidesteps just a bit to prevent getting tread scratches in the paint on her toes as Hormah rolls in pursuit of the smaller youngsters. "And there's nothing wrong with my voice."

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"I'm Snowcat, duh. And there is too, your voice makes you sound like a chick."

And the zambonis zoom off in wide circles around the both of them. They're not strong, but they're far more agile than a tank.

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"Maybe that's because I am a 'chick', rustbrain." She folds her arms across her chest cannon. "So is she."

Hormah transforms and goes after them that way, beeping to herself under her breath as her optics gleam.

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Vroom vroom!

Snowcat rolls to disbelieve. "You don't look like a chick."

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"Funny, no one else's had trouble seeing it."

"Gotcha, b'y! Whoops, #$%#$%, no... now I gotcha!" Hormah pounces.

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"Nonono!" the zambonis giggle, darting around behind her.

"Wow." Snowcat looks her up and down again. "Then again all you types look naked to me, I can never tell."

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"Naked...." She shakes her head. "How much have you been associating with organics?"

That paintball might or might not have just hit him in the aft.