The strongest energon. Half the time when we do shots people end up in the medibay with melted tanks.
[he grunts, shrugging.]
It would likely literally melt you. Also doesn't exist here. One of my friends could throw it back pretty easily... guess he was lucky it wasn't the fuel that killed him.
[it's only by the grace of fuckin whomstever that riptide doesn't pop back into his robot form as a kneejerk reaction and accidentally turn persephone into paste. he shakes his head, coughs and sputters. it didn't go down easy and it burns, but riptide doesn't care enough about damaging his human form like this. it takes him a good couple minutes to recover from the small shot he took.
when he can talk again, it's a stream of neocybex expletives that sound... really wrong coming out a human throat and mouth.]
Okay... okay... I think that's-- close to it. [is he going to die? god, he hopes so. riptide holds the bottle out to her, shaking his head again.] Y'want some?
[his lower lip wobbles suspiciously, riptide looks away and lays on his side again.]
Dunno. I want-- to get one back at him. I have an advantage with him not knowing it's worn off, but... [he sighs.] I don't know. Getaway's so viciously clever and I'm just--
When Primus was handing out brains, Riptide, I think you were at the back of the line. Actually, you probably joined the wrong line by mistake.
[he remembers what first aid had said. he loves the guy and doesn't hate him for telling him he's stupid, but... it's still not nice hearing it. he shrugs.]
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Wh--what do you mean?
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He really sucks.
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[said quietly, trying to push the memories of getaway's attempted murder out his head.]
What'd he say?
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You want a drink, by the way?
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Yeah. The strongest thing you got. [a sigh.] Something that'll make this stupid bloody shit go away.
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[he grunts, shrugging.]
It would likely literally melt you. Also doesn't exist here. One of my friends could throw it back pretty easily... guess he was lucky it wasn't the fuel that killed him.
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[ YOU THINK A GOD WONT DO A LINE OF PLASMA AND DIE INSTANTLY FOR THE VINE? IS THAT WHAT YOU FUCKING THINK?
Anyway she rolls him a bottle with several warning labels on it to DO NOT DRINK DIRECTLY THAT'S UNSAFE AND LITERALLY A BAD IDEA ]
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when he can talk again, it's a stream of neocybex expletives that sound... really wrong coming out a human throat and mouth.]
Okay... okay... I think that's-- close to it. [is he going to die? god, he hopes so. riptide holds the bottle out to her, shaking his head again.] Y'want some?
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Sure, the fuck why not.
[ And she takes a swig like water. ]
What are you going to do now?
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Dunno. I want-- to get one back at him. I have an advantage with him not knowing it's worn off, but... [he sighs.] I don't know. Getaway's so viciously clever and I'm just--
[ANOTHER SIGH]
...Stupid.
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She sits and leans her back against his]
You say that a lot.
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[he remembers what first aid had said. he loves the guy and doesn't hate him for telling him he's stupid, but... it's still not nice hearing it. he shrugs.]
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Fuck that.
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[he drawls, everclear starting to take effect.]
Everyone goes cuz they get... tired of me. Asking questions and not gettin' stuff.
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[he sighs.]
I'm used to it.