Typical
Some days, Depth Charge felt like his life had been tossed in a blender on 'high.' Usually it happened because he'd been in a fight of some kind where he'd gotten the slag beat out of him. Then, of course, were the times Rampage decided to mess with his head. Those were the worst times. Physical damage was painful, sure, but a trip to a CR Chamber would fix him up again. When X did something that threw him off, it twisted his mind into a pretzel that wouldn't go away until he unknotted it.
He decided, as he landed outside the Maximal base's blast doors, that he was going to take a few days off. Hang around the base, annoy Primal, gripe with Rattrap; whatever it took to make his poor abused mind stop spinning. A quick glance up at the gun outpost revealed no one watching, and he gave serious consideration to using the moment of privacy to whimper quietly. Instead, he put a hand to his head and sighed. Life just wasn't fair. All he wanted was a little justice. Did that slagging crab have to make him question that simple goal?
Grimacing at his own thoughts, he dragged the blast doors open enough to slip through—and promptly tripped over Blackarachnia and Silverbolt. The couple barely noticed as he landed flat on his face. If he hadn't just had the breath knocked out of him, he would have interrupted their make-out session with a few choice words that—if there was any justice at ALL in the universe—would have caused their spontaneous combustion. Fortunately for the pair, before he could interrupt them he happened to take a look around. The sight left him dumbfounded:
Cheetor was walking in one of the lava pools.
No, correction: Cheetor was walking ON the lava pool, head down to study in apparent fascination the way his paws weren't sinking into the molten rock. Primal stood by at the edge of the pool, saying something in a low voice to Rhinox, who was pointing a remote control or something of that nature at Cheetor. Neither of them seemed surprised by Cheetor's sudden ability to defy death. As the stunned raybot watched, however, the cat's twitching ears caught fire. Before he even had time to notice it, a spray of water drenched him. He yowled angrily at the other side of the pool, where Rattrap stood holding a…was that a hose?! Rhinox had to raise his voice to be heard above the resulting argument between cat and rat.
"I didn't think to compensate for heat."
Depth Charge decided, quite calmly, that he didn't want to know what was going on. In fact, he was going to turn around and find some place very far away in order to stay ignorant. Yes, that sounded like a good plan.
He turned to go—and tripped again. This time the fuzor gave him an apologetic look before Blackarachnia pulled him back into an enthusiastic liplock.
Some days…
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Poor Depth Charge. He really just doesn't fit in with the rest of the Maximals' looniness sometimes, and Rampage is out to make anytime he's NOT in the base pure misery.