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Post by SceneMod on Aug 4, 2010 21:48:15 GMT -5
OOC: Day 8. Three days after Driven, same day as Quick and Wily. Pz-Zazz. Open thread.
It's good old reliable Nathan, Nathan Nathan Nathan Trinmrack. Nathan Trinmrack is the ringleader of the most long-running 'floating' pit-fights in the major city of Trinmrack, and this time he's set up in an abandoned subway station. The crowds have started to arrive, alcohol, fuel, and stronger is served, and fighters, organic and otherwise, are preparing for fights down on the tracks. Screens are being posted to view other betting events, and Nathan Trinmrack, a blue-skinned humanoid with insectoid eyes and a snappy gray suit, strolls absently among the chaos, tipping his hat and cheerfully greeting the clients and combatants alike.
It's possible some Transformers have received invitations to this event, particularly if they were involved with a certain fight on the overpass a few days ago. It's also possible for some Transformers to have found out about this some other way, or to just stumble onto it.
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Aug 5, 2010 10:26:15 GMT -5
It's a completely different world, with entirely different mechs and even organics, but at the same time it was oh so very familiar. The atmosphere of the pit, the anticipation of the fight, the sound of weapons being prepared or even sharpened, the smell of greasing oil... It made Lugnut feel right at home. But oh no, today he is not just Lugnut, the Fury of the Glorious Megatron. Today, he is someone completely different, a true blast from the past. He did not even have Lugnut's color scheme anymore; he had visited a paint shop before hand, reverting to a mostly black body frame, with teal and purple patterns scattered along his frame and a gold Decepticon symbol resting in the middle of his chest, proudly declaring his allegiance. Today, he is the Kaon Krusher once more, and woe for any who are foolish enough to face him in glorious combat! Of course, it's not his turn to fight yet, so for now the Krusher is leaning against a thick pillar, burning red optics glancing at the other fighters while he polishes the handle of his hammer with a thick piece of cloth. He is not just trying to find out which fighters will be the most dangerous opponents though; oh no, the Krusher is also trying to see if other Cybertronians will pop up...It's been a while since he last got the chance to wail on a worthless Autobot, after all. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: Lugnut's new colorscheme is similiar to Shadow Blade Megatron, just with slightly different shapes. The purple and teal is in the same locations as with his normal color scheme as well, so purple for the chest, teal for the hands, etc.
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Dai-Janku
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Post by Dai-Janku on Aug 5, 2010 12:42:14 GMT -5
Lugnut isn't the only one here sporting a new look! The Autobots' resident font of courage and hot blood is around as well, decked out in black, gold and red. (Since Elder Jetfire showed up, Dai-Janku's been slowly collecting parts of the old Blackbird, and finally gathered enough for an armor plating overhaul.) Dai-Janku's here because he'd indirectly gotten an invitation. And by that, we mean he got Firebolt's since it was delivered to their room on the Event Horizon.**
...and, well, he didn't tell anyone about it and just showed up. He's a bit dumb like that.
Considering that Nathan is the best-dressed person around, Dai-Janku steps up to him, holding up the invite. "Hey, blue-boy - where do I sign up?"
----- **OOC: DJ's interception of this invite cleared with Firebolt's player, if she received an invite at all. If not, I can edit something else in.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Aug 5, 2010 14:03:36 GMT -5
Farlane is red and black and is currently in a bright crimson bikini. Well, his bottom half is; the top half was already covered by the headlights. There may or may not be a flame shaped sponsorship logo above his cleavage, but you'd have to lean in pretty close to be sure.
The car didn't get an invitation, he's just the catering service. Sure, it doesn't pay as much as pit fighting does, but he sure as hell looks better than anyone exiting the ring at the end of the day. Currently, he's balancing two trays of drinks on both hands, dodging the crowds with professional ease and going around asking people if they wanted drinks. He ends up beside Lungut in a moment, bright smile on his red lips and flirty cock to his hips.
"Would ya like a drink, mister?" he asks brightly.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 6, 2010 19:39:33 GMT -5
Nathan looks over at the invite. He brightens. "Ah, Firebolt! Welcome to the pits!" He rubs his hands together and grins. "Hope you don't mind! We caught sight of your little throw-down the other day, and thought you lot had potential!"
He gestures towards the pit. "As a matter of a fact, you're up now! Opponent's Earthcraze the Grasper!" In the pit itself is a large robot that looks to be made of a golden stone. "That is... unless you're not up for it!"
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Aug 6, 2010 20:40:43 GMT -5
Lugnut Krusher glances at the surprisingly shapely waitress waiter with that ominous red optic, though it has nothing on Shockwave's Yellow Optic of Doomtm. Normally, he would have ignored the wench, but he's not exactly his normal self today, now is he?
Krusher smirks in his own way (read: Farlane probably won't see any difference) as he raises both hands, his pincers opening and closing repeatedly, as if to demonstrate something, but what? "Yes, but my hands are ill suited for holding drinks! But perhaps you could help me out" Did the Krusher just purr at Farlane? Good thing Blitzwing isn't here!
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Dai-Janku
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Post by Dai-Janku on Aug 6, 2010 20:50:59 GMT -5
"Fire..." Dai-Janku blinks for a moment, then scowls at the bug-ish man. "I am most certainly not Firebolt! I'm her ...roommate!" Like all good hot-blooded protagonists, he has trouble admitting things of a romantic nature to strangers! "So listen up, and I'll introduce myself!"
Dai-Janku undoes his cape's clasp, dramatically whipping it off and into subspace. "I am the great Junkion hero, the most tenacious of Autobot swordsmen - The invincible Dai-Janku, the sword that cleaves evil!" As he says that last part, he gets up in Nathan's personal space, wearing a big stupid grin.
"And I'm most definitely up for it!" He turns, and dashes for the pit, vaulting over a guard-rail and leaping in. "Kamille Bidan in Zeta Gundam - TAKING OFF!"
He should certainly jog Lugnut's memory!
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Aug 7, 2010 6:43:07 GMT -5
"Oh, honey," Farlane purrs right back, setting the trays on a nearby table and grabbing a cup. "S' practically why I'm here." That, and being the walking, talking fanservice. It simply wasn't a violent sporting event without the fanservice.
The car-former puts on a most saucy smile, stepping in close to place a dainty hand on Lugnut's chest as he leans up with the cup in hand. "This alright, love?"
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 7, 2010 18:51:21 GMT -5
"Well, the invitation said Firebolt!" Nathan answers, shrugging. "How was I supposed to know?" Not that Nathan seems particularly bothered, or intent on telling Dai to leave. And the robot's entrance into the pit is dramatic enough. Good... good! Good for the audience, and what's good for the audience is good for Nathan Trinmrack.
The behatted alien hurries to a stand at the head of the pit and takes up a microphone. "Ladies, Gentlemen, and... other!" he shouts. "In this corner, we have the invincible Dai-Janku, sword that cleaves evil! But can it cleave Rockcrave the Grasper, Rock Lady Queen of the Pits, Conqueror of Klong the Conqueror and Drengst the Destroyer? Time will tell, my friends! Time will tell!"
Earthcraze nods her rocky-tan head towards Dai and smashes her right fist into her hand.
"I shall pay my respects to your family after I have destroyed you," she intones, serious and respectful.
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Aug 7, 2010 20:05:55 GMT -5
"Oh, trust me, it is." The Krusher chuckles in a deep tone, letting the curvaceous waiter bring the drink to his lips, taking a nice big sip from the drink...
'The invincible Dai-Janku, the sword that cleaves evil!!'
....And spewing it all over poor Farlane when he hears that. "YOU!?" The Krusher trembles with anger and shoves the waiter out of the way, storming after Dai-Janku until he reaches the pit. But alas, the Autobot pest has already jumped down and the Krusher knows better than to follow after him. Not worth the trouble.
Instead, the Krusher moves to the seats reserved for combatants, optics scanning for a good spot. When he finds one, he snatches the current occupant (a medium-sized red, white and blue bot with thee lights on his chest and circular shoulder plates) up by the helmet, ignoring his protests as he flings him away, before slumping down into the new empty seat. He may be unable to go after Dai-Janku, but he can wait until they face each other in glorious gladiatorial combat....
And hopefully watch the little Autobot get beaten senseless, of course.
OOC: Pushing aside of Farlane done with player permission.
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Post by Dai-Janku on Aug 8, 2010 13:19:52 GMT -5
Dai-Janku smirks at Earthcraze, shaking his head. "An admirable attitude, but you shall not defeat me! Article 1 of of the Gundam Fight International Regulations states that a unit whose head section has been destroyed is disqualified!" And there's a cocky slag-eating grin. "And I have no intentions of letting that happen!"
A quick swing of his arms, and Dai-Janku strikes a pose similar to a boxer, and there might even be a dramatic flash from his optics as he does so. "Let's get it on!" he shouts, charging right for Earthcraze, and leaping into the air, one foot forward. "Rider Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick!"
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Aug 9, 2010 0:53:54 GMT -5
Another Decepticon arrives a little later to the party, plowing his way through the crowd. People can either get out of Bonecrusher's way or get bowled out of the way, but he refused to stop or yield for any of these loathsome creatures. He keeps himself from doing anything more giving than restrained shoves - restrained by his standard, which is still quite forceful - and baleful glares. His current keeper probably wouldn't be too pleased if he reached out an crushed some organic's skull into pulp, but if he stays non-murderously well-behaved he should remain relatively free, temporarily unfettered by the device buried in his systems.
Bonecrusher has no shiny new paint job to show for the occasion. His only decorations are several obvious but ultimately superficial battle scars, souvenirs from the fight that got him the invitation to this place, and a few swipes of black paint across his new and more firmly attached eye patch. All his limbs are accounted for and functional. They better stay that way this time.
He pauses for a moment to look around, invitation clutched tightly in one fist. Mostly he's looking for an out of the wait place to lurk and wait for his turn to fight. Swindle can deal with anything else that needs dealing with. What else is the little glitch for?
Bonecrusher doesn't care about watching the fight in the ring, or even scoping out the potential opponents lurking outside the ring. He especially doesn't care about hired eye candy (though Farlane might do well to keep his distance. Bonecrusher really, really hates Transformers that look all nice and pretty). All he cares about is getting in the ring and working out some of the frustration built-up from losing to Long Haul - the slagger didn't even have the guts to kill him while he was out.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Aug 9, 2010 12:42:45 GMT -5
Farlane takes a moment to try and comprehend just what exactly had happened, spluttering in surprise, still stuck in the pose Krusher had left him in. In the mean time, the nearby crowd erupts into startled, raucous laughter.
"Ewwwwkaaaaayyy." the pink car utters bewilderingly to himself after a moment and the spectators laugh even louder. Shaking his head, the car-bot heads off to himself cleaned, comming the other waitress to take over for a bit. He wasn't going to go near Bonecrusher anytime soon at this rate.
OOC: Skippable!
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 9, 2010 16:09:34 GMT -5
Swindle follows Bonecrusher in like a tugboat in the wake of a big container ship, hovering possessively around the hulking MPV. He's interacted enough with Bonecrusher when he was getting this manager gig that he knows better than to pester him, so he just says "Here we are, champ! Lemme know if you need anything. Oh, and save your energy for the fights, huh? If we rake in enough cash here, maybe Shockwave will give you your eye back or something." Swindle knows the Decepticon commander isn't motivated by money, of course. But money can buy fuel, weapons, information, and other nice things. And betting on Bonecrusher tearing someone to shreds is easy money.
Swindle moves through the crowd toward Nathan(x3) Trinmrack, passing Farlane along the way and snagging a drink with a "thanks, dollface." As he approaches the organizer he says "Your star attraction has arrived, my friend," and inclines his head toward Bonecrusher. "Guaranteed to give the crowd the best oilsport they've ever seen. So what kind of money are we talking about here?" The conbot's eyes sweep the subway terminal, looking for a betting pool.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 9, 2010 18:46:08 GMT -5
The red, white, and blue robot glowers at Lugnut, and even snarls a bit, but then simply finds another seat.
Earthcraze tilts her head and gives Dai-Janku a faintly puzzled frown as he strts quoting regulations which she's never hread of, then just stands there like, well, a rock as Dai-Janku delivers his 'rider punch' to her midsection. She does give. Slightly. And even grunts faintly. Her retaliatory motion, however, is lightning fast, as her right arm darts forward to try to grasp Dai-Janku's foot before he can recover from his own kick.
Nathan smiles broadly at Swindle.
"I hear a lot of claims like that, my friend. How those claims play out... that's the important part." He shrugs. "Claims are claims, but until he's proven himself, he'll be in the entry level bracket, just like all the other newcomers. Not much to be won there besides fame and a shot at the higher stakes brackets. A few shanix in the winner's purse, sure, and if you get in on the betting pools, well, you stand to win or lose as much as anyone else doing the same." He grins. "Now, in the higher stakes fights? That's a whooooooooole different game."
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