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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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[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.

[Whirl isn't breaking eye contact. He's faced down bigger and scarier things than Wheeljack.]

Wreckersthis, Wreckers that! Maybe it's not about your stupid club, but both of you are too dumb to see that!

[And Jetstream squeaks at her own outburst, clamping her hands over her mouth.]

[And if Wheeljack backs down now, he's going to lose every bit he's fought for so far. Not happening.

Doesn't mean he can't talk, though.]

You wanna know why? Why it's a big deal? Because it's the only fraggin' thing we got left in this place. Only thing remindin' us that we're not human.

[Is he telling Jetstream this? Or Whirl?]

No matter what they did, Wreckers were brothers. And that's what I want. Kicked out or not.

No, we ain't brothers.

[Oh look who finally talks, but he's still not breaking that eye contact either.

Because screw you Wheeljack, Whirl is going to get it through your head just what got him kicked out of the Wreckers. While Jetstream lets out a muffle annoyed sound.]

I ain't a Wrecker either, I got kicked up because I tried to kill Springer and I don't frikking regret doing it either.

[That grip tightens on Whirl's shirt, so much that his knuckles start to turn white.

But that eye contact never breaks.]

That ain't my baggage to deal with. You're facin' that one on your own. What IS my baggage is you HERE.

And you're wrong for thinking it's baggage.

[Oh he notices the grip getting tighter and he can't help but smile.

That is an action he knows really well, more than any feelsy bullshit.]

Then what are you going to frikking do with me? Hit me?

That's just what you want, isn't it.

[Because it's really tempting.]

Why would I want you to frikking hit me? You're the biggest weakling I've met, putting human children in the Wreckers just cause you can't do scrap yourself.

[Now he's just being an ass. You gonna take that, Wheeljack?]

Ya seem to be askin' for it.

[And even Wheeljack's lack-of-patience has it's limits, smacking Whirl upside the head, eyes now practically dangerous.]

I've been doin' everythin'.

[The smack just makes Whirl chuckle, like really was that the best Wheeljack has?

While Jetstream lets out a gasp, it's taking everything in the digimon to not outright attack Wheeljack right now. But if You and Him are paying attention they may notice the Impmon clenching her hands into fists.]

Sure as hell looks like you're just doing scrap all.

[You puts a hand on Jetstream's shoulder. It's taking a lot for her to intervene too, believe her. But...

These two need to work it out.]

He knows his limits.

[As for the Wrecker in question, his voice drops lower, almost to a whisper.]

Wouldn't wanna damage the little lady, would we.

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