[Open; Please see note] Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
(Alright, so. This here thread is branched over/continued from here. Swindle's time is short, considering there's a rescue crew out to find him and the weight of his sparkmate is bearing down on him. I know a couple people were interested in getting involved and this is your chance. (And depending on what happens, could be your last good chance to do anything. So yes, this post is VERY open to anyone looking for Silverbolt, Perceptor, open to the rescue group as a whole, etc.)
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TFA Swindle
Yes, that's right. Give in 'Alice'. Give in and let the 'Hatter' take his aggression out on you.
Whatever last few grips of reality that Swindle had were slowly slipping away as he dug his foot into the scientist's chestplate, delighting in the way the glass cracked and the metal groaned. He feels something--a presence still lingering in the back of his mind--and he growls softly, pulling his foot away only to slam it back down as his optics blaze.
"That's right. I deserve to feel better! I deserve whatever I want!" he yelled, smirking wildly as he kicked 'Alice' in the chestplate one last time before backing off a bit, starting to circle around the other.
The sheer devotion that he could see in 'Alice's' optics was entertaining to him and at the same time he loved ever moment of it. Control. He had control, so much of it. Even Silv--'Rabbit' was easy manipulated. So easily swayed to enjoy what Swindle did to him and 'Alice'.
No presence was going to stop him from using that control. He wouldn't let it. Not anymore. That presence had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with him.
And so be it.
Denta grating, the peddler activated his scatter blaster, firing at the scientist's leg as a sick sort of pleasure ran through him. The blaster was jerked upward as he finished firing, jerking his knee up and slamming his foot down against at the damaged leg.
"You like this don't you, Alice? You like making Hatter feel better, don't you?" Another slam of his foot. "And Rabbit likes it to, don't you Rabbit? You like seeing Alice like this, right?" His optics were on the flier now and for the moment he left Perceptor alone, stalking over to the bound flier. Gaze flickering to the vial briefly, he took note that it was almost empty before focusing on the flier's face.
"I bet you want to help me to don't you? I bet you want to help make Hatter feel better, hm?" A sneer worked its way onto his lip components as he knelt near the flier's head, shaking his own. "You haven't earned that right yet. Silly, Rabbit. All eager for attention." He reached out to run his fingers along Silverbolt's helm before he reached down to snag some of the wires, tugging again. "Maybe someday."
Letting them slip from his fingers after the initial jerk, Swindle stood and turned, gaze falling onto Perceptor again.
"So, Alice...would you like to play a game with me?"
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TFA Swindle
Yes, that's right. Give in 'Alice'. Give in and let the 'Hatter' take his aggression out on you.
Whatever last few grips of reality that Swindle had were slowly slipping away as he dug his foot into the scientist's chestplate, delighting in the way the glass cracked and the metal groaned. He feels something--a presence still lingering in the back of his mind--and he growls softly, pulling his foot away only to slam it back down as his optics blaze.
"That's right. I deserve to feel better! I deserve whatever I want!" he yelled, smirking wildly as he kicked 'Alice' in the chestplate one last time before backing off a bit, starting to circle around the other.
The sheer devotion that he could see in 'Alice's' optics was entertaining to him and at the same time he loved ever moment of it. Control. He had control, so much of it. Even Silv--'Rabbit' was easy manipulated. So easily swayed to enjoy what Swindle did to him and 'Alice'.
No presence was going to stop him from using that control. He wouldn't let it. Not anymore. That presence had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with him.
And so be it.
Denta grating, the peddler activated his scatter blaster, firing at the scientist's leg as a sick sort of pleasure ran through him. The blaster was jerked upward as he finished firing, jerking his knee up and slamming his foot down against at the damaged leg.
"You like this don't you, Alice? You like making Hatter feel better, don't you?" Another slam of his foot. "And Rabbit likes it to, don't you Rabbit? You like seeing Alice like this, right?" His optics were on the flier now and for the moment he left Perceptor alone, stalking over to the bound flier. Gaze flickering to the vial briefly, he took note that it was almost empty before focusing on the flier's face.
"I bet you want to help me to don't you? I bet you want to help make Hatter feel better, hm?" A sneer worked its way onto his lip components as he knelt near the flier's head, shaking his own. "You haven't earned that right yet. Silly, Rabbit. All eager for attention." He reached out to run his fingers along Silverbolt's helm before he reached down to snag some of the wires, tugging again. "Maybe someday."
Letting them slip from his fingers after the initial jerk, Swindle stood and turned, gaze falling onto Perceptor again.
"So, Alice...would you like to play a game with me?"