Cyberformed: Inbox

[hellsringmaster]

You've reached the King of Hell. If you're calling about something trivial reconsider leaving a message.

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ACTION: A small box outside your door contains a handful of...

[thelordofmisrule]

Action (you are under no obligation to respond to this your character can be 'out')

[betterthanmegaman]

[ Recently Bass requested some important information. Who... is the strongest Cybertronian on this ship. He received a hot tip that it was 'Shockwave' but also 'not the Senator one'. There were a few thoughts that went through his processor. One... it was really dumb that there were two people here with the SAME NAME. It must get confusing! Two, while he does (surprisingly) know what a Senator is, he has no idea what a Senator looks like. Do they wear signs? Bass guesses probably not.

This leads him to one conclusion: He has to fight BOTH of them to make sure he's actually fighting the strong one.

This leads him to a second conclusion: He has no idea where Shockwave lives. He could ask for direction, ask if anyone knows... but that begs the question... If they know how strong Bass is will they even tell the truth?

There is now one solution: He has to canvas the ship himself and check every inhabited room he comes across.

So there's the backstory. And that's why Bass, armored up in his winged Treble armor (being able to fly covers ground quicker!) is pounding aggressively at your door.

Sorry. ]

[hellsringmaster]

Oh for the love of- Hold your horses, I'm coming.

[Why would someone be banging on his door. He'd barely spoken to anyone and he had been planning on keeping it that way.

He opened the door, giving the visitor an appraising look up and down. In his hands were a very sharp pair of golden scissors. It looked as if he had been in the middle of something.]

Can I help you?

[betterthanmegaman]

[ Bass looks down. Well this is certainly a change from all the hugs robots he's been harassing today.

Well this obviously isn't right in the slightest. ]

Probably not.

[ No matter how he cuts it... this guy ain't Cybertronian. ]

Unless you're Shockwave in some kind of... tiny holographic disguise. Though that would make you a cunning adversary...

[ So maybe... ]

Are you HIM?! Are you SHOCKWAVE?!

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[thefirstdickmaster]

hey asshole let me use
some of ur wing conditioner
im fucking all out

and you'd better not have that weak-ass pussy shit
that smells like fucking flowers and fruits or what the fucking ever

[hellsringmaster]

Firstly, I'm a seraphim and don't need wing conditioner. Secondly, even if I do have some why should I give it to you?

Go ask the birdman.

[thefirstdickmaster]

well fuck no wonder your wings look like shit
you don't fucking take care of them
sera's wings don't look like shit so i dunno what your fucking excuse is

bet you don't even fucking preen them do you?
what are you like
depressed
or something stupid like that
nah that's the dumbest shit ever
angels don't get depressed
everyone fucking knows that

anyway im in your bathroom rn looking for this wing conditioner you probably have

[He's not. He just wants to be an asshole.]

At some point in the middle of the night probably

[thefirstdickmaster]

hey heaven doesn't exist

[hellsringmaster]

[Adam Firstman for christ's sake.]

What do you mean Heaven doesn't exist?

text UN: NoNonsense

[deceptamom]

Hey.
Stop filling the kids heads with your weird flesh death dimension propaganda.
Thank you.

[hellsringmaster]

What kids? What propaganda?

Are you talking about Hell?

[deceptamom]

I don’t care what you call your perverse home world.

I’m talking about the Robot Masters. They’ve had enough screwed up happenings in their life already they don’t need to be concerned about going somewhere horrible if they die. They’re MONTHS old for the most part.

audio un primetime

[emojibot]

Good morning, Lucifer.

[it's possibly no surprise that optimus cares enough to check in on the team, after he cared enough to jump off a huge platform for them. or maybe it is?]

I wanted to thank you for your assistance in the mission. [considering he asked them all along. there is an awkward pause.] ...Did you get your hat back?

[hellsringmaster]

[Having not been filled in on the whole "most of the time the space bridge brings people back to life" situation, Lucifer was more than a bit surprised to get a call from Optimus.]

Indeed, and thank you for your assistance in the matter.

....

Not to be rude, but what are you doing here?

[emojibot]

Oh, good!

[kind of morbid, but at least someone on their team came out of that adventure with a net zero gain, rather than an actively negative one.]

Ah... well, for those of us that have been brought here by the space bridge, it's been observed that if we lose our lives then we're revived by it. Not always, but it seems to be very likely. Not that this fact has done much for the collective self-preservation for the crew.

[it's not clear if he's including himself in that.]

Action - The Duckening has begun...

[thelordofmisrule]

[ At some point, when Lucifer has taken the rare opportunity to step out of the comfort of his room it seems someone else has been inside. There is CLEAR Evidence of it. Firstly a good amount of his growing collection of rubber ducks is missing. Oh there's still PLENTY don't worry. Sir you might have a problem.

There's also the... other duck.

Near thirty feet tall it looks down upon Lucifer. There is a malice in it's five eyes (that also blink at different intervals). It has a mass of neon green tentacle in lieu of tail feathers that thump rhythmically on the floor.

Once he's stopped freaking out a bit he'll find a note on the nearest surface to what can only be described as the Space Duck. ]

I thought your ducks looked lonely all cooped up in here! So I have liberated and dispersed them in a way I believe will bring delight and surprise to all! But it is unfair to take without payment so in return I have left the find bird you see before you! Enjoy ♥♥

[ Beneath the note is a pamphlet on 'How to care for you Red Hooded Hugger Duck'

The Duck itself opens it's bill and makes a loud deep rumbling KWOCK! ]

[hellsringmaster]

[OH NO!]

TEXT || After Finding Her Duck

[happiestdayinhell]

[Charlie hesitates over her Lucifer's contact, backing out at the last second several times before actually selecting it. She glanced up at the duck now sitting next to her bed. It looks so different then the others she's seen posted to the network, so lovingly crafted and so specific and her dad made that post and well... This is as much of a conversation starter as any.

Taking a deep breath, she finally opens a a new text log.]

Hey dad... You wouldn't know anything about this duck that randomly showed up in my room, would you?

[hellsringmaster]

[Likewise, Lucifer also hovers over the message on how to respond. He wasn't about to lie to Charlie, but it would help to have more context. That would at least give him a better cue on how to respond.]

Which What duck was that?

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[telepro]

heard you're a magic guy
are you any good or just party tricks

[hellsringmaster]

"Any good" is an understatement. Why do you ask?

Text, UN: P3RF3C710N

[binary_runaway]

[Immediately after finishing up with Skywarp, Lucifer gets a ping of a text arriving]

hey! you, with the hat! i just got back from a thing and i'll have you know that i did great! i wasn't useless at all like you keep saying! which means you're wrong forever

[hellsringmaster]

Well color me surprised. I'll have to get the run down from one of your companions. Who all joined you?

I don't remember saying you were always useless. Besides, forever is a long time. What's one day in the span of eternity?

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[fungifunguy]

Hey!
You should go to the ball with me!







































Please.

Re: text

[hellsringmaster]

[Lcuifer had absolutely not been expecting anyone to invite him to the ball, so the request came as a surprise. From Princer, too, of all people. He hadn't really been to a party since Lilith left, the thought of going to one was daunting, especially with someone else.

But he could trust that Princer didn't have any serious ulterior motive, and the fungus was rather humorous to watch. Plus it wasn't like he had other plans...]

Since you asked so nicely, why not?