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[This whole event would not have happened]

Roses are blooming. Are fresh berries. Caught rabbits this morning. Dactyl-bot is out flying. Is nice sunny day...

Only thing that could make day better would be seeing Forte, and maybe nice storm... Waspinator and Forte and Terrorsaur could play storm tag!

Waspinator is happy...

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[bw_waspy]

Waspinator had twenty... should not be many left now...

[terrorsaur]

*dives suddenly, spotting a low-flying target*

[forte-alone.livejournal.com]

Then let's see who can blow up the most! *grins and chases after a target, blasting it with a flurry of rapid fire shots* That brings my count up to 6.

[terrorsaur]

*blasts the one he was chasing* Then we're tied...

[bw_waspy]

Last one must have gone into trees... *points*

*doesn't realise they can do the math and figure out he's shot down seven of the targets... but then, he's been watching the targets more than watching the others shoot targets...*

[forte-alone.livejournal.com]

*smirks at Terrorsaur, knowing that the exact same thing is probably going through the other's mind* Last one's MINE. *darts into the trees, weaving in between the branches, looking for the last target*

[terrorsaur]

"Not it's NOT!!"

*races into the trees, flying fast in an attempt to outsearch Forte and break the tie in his favor...*

*unfortunately, his old form was a bit smaller than the one he has now...*

[bw_waspy]

*lands by the edge of the trees, waiting and watching...*

[forte-alone.livejournal.com]

*isn't paying attention to Terrorsaur, focused entirely on his search for the target... and there it is* Hah! *levels his buster and lands a direct hit on it*

[terrorsaur]

*has gotten himself wedged between the branches of a tree he thought he had room to fly through... is quite firmly stuck and is squirming and starting to squawk and cuss (in Cybertronian)*

[bw_waspy]

*trying to figure out how to get Terrorsaur out of there before he has a major panic attack... the Dactyl does not take well to being trapped*

[forte-alone.livejournal.com]

*hovers there for a moment, savoring victory, then turns around and notices Terrorsaur's predicament* *smirks* Having problems?

[terrorsaur]

*squawking protest* No!

*has sent his gun to subspace and retrieved one of the ridiculous looking wingblades, frantically hacking at the tree*

[bw_waspy]

*very quietly, to Forte* Dactyl-bot is stuck in tree...

*despite that he knows Terrorsaur might panic, he is having to put some effort into not giggling*

[forte-alone.livejournal.com]

*grins* *cheerfully* Need any help?

[terrorsaur]

No.. NO! I'm FINE! *hack, hack, hack at the tree* I don't need help!!

*hack hack, squawk, squirm* Stupid tree!! *hack, squirm* stupid transmetal 'upgrade' *squawk, squirm, hack, hack*

[bw_waspy]

*sighs as if he's heard this before and knows perfectly well that 'I don't need help' really means 'get me out of this d*mn tree before I have a nervous breakdown'...*

Waspinator will get Ant-bot's flamethrower....

[forte-alone.livejournal.com]

*oh so helpfully* I could always blast the tree to pieces. That'd get him out of there~

[terrorsaur]

*hears Waspy's mention of the flamethrower* NO!! No! No fire!! *shivers at thoughts of lava, panics, hacks at the tree and squawks*

[bw_waspy]

*nods a lil to Forte* Might be best, Friend-bot... Dactyl-bot has panic attacks when stuck....

[forte-alone.livejournal.com]

*takes an unholy amount of pleasure in aiming his buster at the tree Terrorsaur is stuck in* *fires*

*BOOM!*

*smirks as a small storm of splinters and leaves rain down upon their heads* There. Is that better, Dactyl-bot? >:)

[terrorsaur]

AAAAHH!!! *crashes, on his back, amid the shattered, scorched, smoking, and in a few cases flaming debris that used to be the tree*

...

*gets up, dusting himself off, not lookin at Forte* Yeah... better...

*grudgingly* Thanks...

[bw_waspy]

*giggles, smiling... by Predacon standards they're getting along well*

[forte-alone.livejournal.com]

*toothy grin, almost predatory* Anytime.

*glances up at the sky, then turns to Waspinator* I'm going to head back to my place now. *tosses Waspy a scrap of paper* Those are the coordinates.

*warps out without saying goodbye*