Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Aug 9, 2010 20:11:16 GMT -5
Oh, please, go ahead and make a move, you little bot. The Krusher would love to crush and fold you into a barrel for his drinks.
Lugnut watches the little guy sulk off, glaring at him until he finds a different seat. Satisfied, the Krusher turns his attention back to the ring just in time to see Dai-Janku's attack fail, something that amuses him far too much. "YES! PUMMEL HIM INTO DUST, IN THE NAME OF THE GLORIOUS MEGATRON!"
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 9, 2010 20:19:09 GMT -5
Duskwing isn't here to fight. He's here to watch the fights, along with any other 'Cons that want to spectate. How did Duskwing find out about an underground pit fight? Probably the same way he found out about them in the old days on Cybertron--word-of-mouth in all the wrong kind of dives.
Right now, he's elbowed his way into a decent seat (wings and big blocky arms are good for that), and is looking around for the snack vendor. "HEY! Youse in da pink! Two oil-dogs and a naptha beer over here!"
The big dark blue and purple Seeker comments to anyone who might be nearby (like other Decepticons), "Dis here reminds me of the old days back home, only not so big an arena. Wonder if dey got anybody half as good as Sunstreaker?"
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Dai-Janku
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Post by Dai-Janku on Aug 9, 2010 20:40:44 GMT -5
Dai-Janku makes a confused face when his attack fails, and is grabbed by the Rock Lady!
She then proceeds to chunk him back the way he came, and Dai-Janku tumbles along the ground, losing bits of plating along the way, and one badly-angled fall results in him losing one of his tires that was mounted on one shoulder. The Junkion smashes that back on, albeit awkwardly before he stands up. He looks rather unfettered, however, and strikes a flexing pose! He then calls out - "CHEST WARMER!" as superheated plasma fires out from the slatted vents on his chest in Earthcraze's direction.
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OOC: Being thrown by Earthcraze approved by Scenemod.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Aug 10, 2010 12:37:45 GMT -5
Bonecrusher doesn't give Swindle anything more than a glare and a wordless grunt. The only thing he needs from Swindle is for his manager to stay out of his way and let him punch things. He wanders off to find a place to lurk and watch the fights until its his turn. He'll occupy himself brooding about how much he'd like to kill everyone here, and how he'd do it.
OOC: Skippable.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 10, 2010 14:19:23 GMT -5
"Naturally I don't expect you to take my word for it," Swindle tells Nathan. "Perhaps you could set up an exhibition match to put my boy through his paces?" Swindle swirls his drink in the glass as he watches the fight, chuckling a little as Dai-Janku gets thrown.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 10, 2010 17:18:29 GMT -5
Earthcraze looks up towards Lugnut, a faintly confused frown creasing her expression.
"Who's Megatr- gnnnnh!" She's cut off by Dai-Janku's chest burner, which causes her to stumble back. The superheated plasma starts to melt her chestplate until she transforms...
... into a huge rock...
... and sits there?
Nathan rubs his blue chin with his hand and considers. "Exhibition match? Perhaps... but then I'd have to find an opponent willing to fight with nothing to gain." He gives Swindle a puzzled look. "But you'd still have to fight your way through the entry levels, so why bother?"
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Aug 10, 2010 17:56:43 GMT -5
Who's Megatron!? Once this match is over, he'll have to look her up, both to thank her for pounding that Autobot and to enlighten her on the Glorious One True Leader.
For now though, he keeps shouting things he wants her to do to him and even pumping a fist up into the air when she throws him away, but then his side optics spot something very interesting, indeed.
//Swindle! I should have known that you would show yourself here!//
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Aug 10, 2010 19:44:31 GMT -5
".. IN THE NAME OF THE GLORIOUS MEGATRON!"
Duskwing's head slews around at the familiar voice. "Huh. Sure sounds like Lugnuts, and kinda shaped like him, but the colors is all wrong. HEY! Whose taking bets? 100 shanix on the dat dere 'Kaon Krusher'--geez, he's got to be from back home wit' a name like dat!"
His snacks eventually turn up, though not from the hot pink chick-bot he spotted earlier. Apparently she went on break. He sat back to munch on his snacks and watch the fights.
Skippable for now
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Dai-Janku
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Post by Dai-Janku on Aug 11, 2010 18:38:30 GMT -5
Dai-Janku lowers his arms as the plasma stops, steam rising off his torso from the blast.
And, well, just stares at Earthcraze. What's the meaning of this?
"Hey, hey!" Dai-Janku stoops down, grabbing a random chunk of scrap from the ground that probably came from some other poor shmuck in the ring before him. He draws back, and pitches it at the golden rock. "Ollie, ollie, oxen-free!"
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 11, 2010 18:57:26 GMT -5
//It's good to see you, too, Lugnut. How've you been?// Swindle responds, looking around the room until he spots the lumbering Decepticon and waving.
"I was hoping if he did well in an exhibition match, Bonecrusher could skip the kiddie leagues, but I'm not going to push the issue. Just so we're clear, is this to-the-death pit-fighting or not?" Because if it's not, Swindle suspects Bonecrusher is going to get disqualified really quickly.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 11, 2010 22:37:48 GMT -5
"Listen pal," Nathan answers, grinning, "you find a big leaguer willing to fight for free against some nobody, and I'll give you your shot at skipping the leagues." At the question about to the death, he shrugs. "No rules against it. Not always called for, but some fights require it. Those usually get special handling, but..." he shakes his head. "Someone steps in the rink, well..." he grins. "If we was worried about the, erm, legal complications of them not getting out again, we'd be holdin' these in the same spot every night. Dig?" Earthcraze remains curled up in a rock for awhile longer, as the debris that Dai Janku throws bounces off her. The crowd starts to boo and hiss, however, and shouts of, "Hey! Get up and fight!" ring out. And still, Earthcraze remains still... ...but not for much longer. Without warning, she's back in robot mode and springing towards Dai-Janku, aiming to tackle him to the ground. A strange cybernetic creature floats past Swindle first, then Duskwing, heading towards the pits. It's body is rounded and egg-shaped, though it's perhaps a bit slender, hinting at a halfway attempt at humanoid anatomy, perhaps even faintly feminine. Tentacles hang down where arms and legs would be. Its large, robotic head contains three faces, one looking straight forward, one to either side, and while expressions and forms differ, all are severe and all show hints that suggest 'female,' include red painted lips. 1You can't have a girl robot without red painted lips, right? Two round robots that look like they might perhaps transform, possibly into some sort of walking fish creature, waddle along behind it. 1 Try to imagine this, only girly.
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Aug 13, 2010 15:14:08 GMT -5
Yes, Swindle, the Krusher can see you wave. But he's not quite sure whether he should show some good will or not. On one hand, he's an arms dealer who's only true loyalty is to the highest bidder. On the other, he did supply Megatron with many a weapon that proved to be very useful indeed...And if things go sour with Shockwave, Swindle is the one who can supply him with a new POKE!
The Krusher grumbles as he reluctantly raises his own hand, the pincers snapping together in greeting before he focuses on the fight again, growling in annoyance at the lack of anything exciting happening. //Hrmpf. Waiting for a chance to face the Autobot fool that humiliated me, back on Gillanan-III. I must get vengeance on him, in the name of the Glorious Megatron!//
... Wait a second.
The Krusher turns to look at Swindle, his optic dilating a little, pondering... //Anything you can provide me with to make that happen?//
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Dai-Janku
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Post by Dai-Janku on Aug 13, 2010 22:08:45 GMT -5
As Earthcraze transforms and charges, Dai-Janku grins. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" He squares himself against the charge, and starts to draw his hand back, ready to wind up a big punch...
When Earthcraze hits him and sends him tumbling again, bits of plating falling off. He's lost some of the spikes on his shins, and his headcrest is all bent-up! And one arm is currently dislocated. Hmph.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 13, 2010 23:10:20 GMT -5
Swindle grins right back at Nathan. "You have any veteran fighters laying around? Say, maybe one who's suffered a loss and lost some fans recently, willing to go up against a newcomer to show they've still got it? I can put up some cash for the purse if that's the issue. Not much, but enough to roll out of the berth for."
Is that a Quintesson? The merchant shivers involuntarily. Wonderful beings, the Quintessons, don't get him wrong! He just prefers to negotiate with them from a position of strength, such as within a well-shielded battlecruiser, preferably on the far side of a planet. They negotiate rough.
//Lugnut, Lugnut, Lugnut, it's me! Of course I can give you a little something to help you out. The question is: what can you do for me in return? I could give you your Punch to use in the fight, since I understand command took it after you used it on the ship. Unless you want something a bit more . . . exotic?//
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 14, 2010 20:53:09 GMT -5
Earthcraze roars victoriously as she knocks the arm off Dai-Janku. Too bad she doesn't know that that's the way Junkions work! Still roaring, she charges towards Dai-Janku, intent on crushing him beneath her massive feet.
Nathan rubs his chin and considers the matter. "I'd look to talk to Domesdee, then. Or rather, his manager, Glum'non. Now if you'll excuse me," and he bows forward halfway, but with a flourish. "If you need anything else, I'll be easy enough to find!"
And yes, that is, indeed, a Quintesson! She floats towards one of the observation balconies, confidently heading right towards the priciest seats in the house.
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