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7th Shot Fired [video]

I can't take this anymore.

[Have one very frazzled looking Impmon, an Impmon that used to be called Cannon Fodder but now she's called Jetstream.
In fact she looks like she's trying really hard to not cry.]

I can handle Whirl, even if she is a handful and drinks and has been doing it for over a week now and made a mess of the bathroom I'm sorry Eren and Kaoru I'll clean it up.

[Deep breath and some hiccups. Also she's really upset she's not called Whirl "Miss" or used his roomates last names.]

But but... Gots-- I mean Rotorstorm, I can't. He's just so so.

AWFUL!

[Wweh.]

Can somebody... Mister Prime, Mister Magnus or or... I don't know, anyone. J-just, help me.

[She's wiping at her face now and trying so so hard to not cry. Poor thing is actually overwhelmed.

Whodathunk, it wasn't Whirl who broke her, it was Whirl's "real" partner.]

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...

[He pauses at that, looking at the feed for one moment.]

That's why I'm comin' over, Jet. Cause I'm the only one who will.

That still doesn't make it a good idea!

[There's an eyeroll. Jet, this is Wheeljack you're talking to. His life runs on "But this is a bad idea." Needless to say, the feed cuts.

Sorry buddy. He's coming over.]

[Skreee, when that feed cuts out she's going to skitter around the apartment and see if maybe she can lock the door.

Or something to keep Wheeljack out. After she's turned off Whirl's terminal that is.]

[How fast can you lock the door, Jetstream? Because there's a war veteran who really wants to get in.

Allow?

Y/N]

[Well she's trying to push the couch in front of the door, so not very fast.

NO NOT ALLOWED, but Wheeljack will easily get in and see the poor Impmon trying to push said couch towards the door. Because dammit SHE TRIED.]

[And as soon as he gets in, he sees her effort. And there's a silent nod in recognition.

You tried, Jet. You really tried. In fact, as he hurries to the bathroom, You stays behind, face covered in claws. Him, on the other hand, hurries over, to try and push the couch back. No sense in leaving it in the middle of the floor.]

He's an idiot...

Yeah, considering Miss Whirl isn't in the bathroom.

[Oh well, she's going to get the couch back to where it goes and she mutters a quiet 'thanks' to Him as well.

Wheeljack will find the bathroom empty, with some towels on the floor, which is wet looks like Jetstream attempted to bathe Whirl, and... Really he shouldn't look in the toilet. That's where the real disaster is.

And Whirl is actually in his room, well he was. As he's coming out into the living room area, his hair is down (cause it's wet) and he's only in what looks like a simple frock-dress thing and he looks like shit as he stares at the three digimon.]

... Outta drinks, Jetstream, gonna go get more.

[It's probably best he doesn't. For his own safety. He doesn't see Whirl in there, so that turns his search to the rest of the apartment. Backing out of the bathroom, he turns his gaze to the main area, scanning out the place.

...

There you are. And Whirl, no offense, but right now a 'Con looks more attractive than you do.]

Oh no you don't.

[Well, Jetstream did say she was going to clean up so of course it's terrifying.

And oh boy, the Impmon was going to say no but then Wheeljack showed up and spoke first which actually caught Whirl by surprise as he turns quickly (bad idea) to face the other Autobot and scowl at him]

What the hell are you doing here?

[WELL HAVE A SCOWL BACK MISTER-...MISSY.

This is like some awkward father daughter fight where the daughter is the alcoholic.]

I came to pick your sorry aft up off the floor.

Well thank frikking whatever that I don't need it.

[YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD.

And Whirl is holding an empty bottle, which he is now brandishing at Wheeljack. Jetstream knew this was a bad idea so she's just going to stay behind the couch, and maybe gesture for You and Him to join her.]

Yeah well when I'm done with ya you're gonna nee-

[GO TO YOUR ROOM.

And a bottle is suddenly thrust in his general direction. Is this guy serious? Whirl, you're dangerous and all (probably) but right now you're a twelve year old with an old beer bottle.

Let him just grab that, and attempt to tug it away.]

[MAKE ME.

Aaaaah no, no nope! The tugging is met by Whirl trying to tug it away before Wheeljack can do anything about it.]

No one asked you to be here, frikking pain in the aft.

[And he goes to go after it again, hoping to at least get Whirl by the wrist if anything.]

Yeah? Funny cause I came anyway.

Now what's got your rivets in a rustbucket?!

[And he's flailing that bottle at Wheeljack like a crazy person, he'll take you down boy.]

None of your frikking business!

[Still by the couch, Jetstream is so going to mutter how she said this was a bad idea.

SHE TOLD YOU SO WHEELJACK.]

[Oh no, he is not losing to a 12 year old girl. He has his limits on what can kick his ass, and it isn't a 12 year old girl wielding a beer bottle. He forgoes the arm grabbing opting to shove Whirl on the couch and hold him there. If successful, he's going to give him the smackdown.]

'fraid it is, buddy.

Now out with it!

L-Let's book it for the bedroom!

Edited 2013-12-07 05:26 (UTC)

[Probably a bad move, Whirl's still not quite... Sober? So the sudden movement of being shoved does not help him in not being sick again, but trying to squirm out of Wheeljack's hold beats out being sick again.]

No no no not the bedroom.

[Jetstream may be getting away from the couch but she knows that the bedroom is a bad idea.

Heck Whirl doesn't even answer Wheeljack and is just gonna try kicking him.]

[He attempts to stop the movement, via pinning Whirl against the back of the couch to look him in the eye. He wants this copter's attention.]

Look, I don't know what got ya fragged up, but stop it. I don't need any of my boys doin' themselves in right now.

[You's ears drop, with Him hiding behind her and peeking out. If the bedroom was a bad idea...]

Then where do we go...

Someone has to stay out here to make sure they don't murder each other.

[Jetstream really just doesn't want to have to deal with any reactions to the state Whirl's bedroom is in, or the fit Whirl may have if others see certain things.

And oh boy, Wheeljack you had to say that. While Whirl isn't going to struggle anymore his response to what is said is to try and outright headbutt the other autobot.]

[He takes that headbutt like a champ, using his other hand to keep Whirl down at a considerable distance.]

Don't think I'll back down like everyone else. Wouldn't be a fraggin' Wrecker if I did. I get it, ya don't wanna listen to Magnus cause he's a Wrecker. Or cause I'm one.

Well then listen to me as a friend, ya got it?!

I don't have any friends.

[Whirl spits those words out like venom, glaring at Wheeljack.]

And you're so frikking wrong that you don't get anything.

No, you're the one frikkin' wrong.

[Yeah, he used your words.]

Cause ya got one, whether ya like it or not.

[It's taking everything in Whirl's body to not try and kick Wheeljack as hard as he can, and he's not going to say anything else to the other Autobot. Just glaring at him.

In fact it's Jetstream who finally speaks up.]

Stop this, Mister Wheeljack. If Mister Prime couldn't get Miss Whirl to tell him what's wrong what will beating each other up going to do?!

Edited 2013-12-10 02:49 (UTC)

[Oh, okay? You want to glare? He can glare. And he gets right up into it, staring Whirl down like one would a dog. ]

Prime isn't built for Whirl's scrap. Wreckers are.

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