Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 30, 2010 12:21:13 GMT -5
"Excuse me, pardon me, move out of my way if you want to keep your toes," says a familiar voice approaching Duskwing through the crowd. As Swindle emerges from the press of bodies, he's revealed to be wearing a baseball cap with the Decepticon symbol on it and a giant foam novelty hand with "#1" printed on it. He's carrying a big tray of snack food and an extra-large drink, and has a pennant with a stylized image of Bonecrusher's face printed on it tucked under one arm.
The merchant takes a seat next to Duskwing and favors the Seeker with grin. "Hey there, Duskwing! How's tricks? I'm doing some viral advertising."
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Aug 30, 2010 13:06:52 GMT -5
"Finally," Bonecrusher snarls.
Not one for flash and drama like Dai Janku or Lugnut, he simply elbows his way to the edge of the pit and heaves himself over the guard rail. He lands heavily in a crouch and straightens up, glaring around the pit. The only bit of show he has for the crowd is to crack his fisted knuckles and roll his shoulders. Slag them all, he just wants to kill something.
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Dai-Janku
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Post by Dai-Janku on Sept 1, 2010 18:02:28 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Farlane due to timeout.
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Dai-Janku stares on in horror as Lugnut viciously beheads the other combatant, and ducks before the head hits him. For several moments, he stares back at where it landed, a bit jittery, on the verge of a Heroic BSOD.
However, he shakes it off, turning to yell at Lugnut again - "You'd best pray to your precious Megatron that we do not face each other in the ring!"
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Sept 1, 2010 18:34:07 GMT -5
"I pray that we shall, Autobot, for I shall be your end!" Lugnut roars back at Dai-Janku, his tone defiant and confident, relishing the look on the Junkion's face. Oh, this will almost be as good as when that wretch will lay broken at his feet!
Lugnut exits the ring, raising his hammer in a victory pose while briefly nodding at Bonecrusher, though it was hard to notice with how limited his neck articulation really is (does he even HAVE a neck?). But once he's out he heads over to Swindle almost immediately, walking up to him as he tries to speak in somewhat hushed, but commanding tones. "Swindle, where are the mods?"
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Sept 2, 2010 12:53:39 GMT -5
Oookay, then. Mr. Spittake just came over. Farlane takes the cash and hands Duskwing a box of the oil treats with a big smile and a cheerful, “enjoy hun!” before trying to hightail it. He catches the mention of mods but pays it no mind for the time being.
A biiiit too many ‘Cons in this party for his comfort at the moment anyways. Figures really; this kind of place was exactly their kind of scene. If the pay wasn’t halfway decent, he’d have been sticking it with the safer jobs as it. Bloodsports just weren’t his thing.
Lucky he wasn’t the janitor, because boy does that job suck.
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Sept 2, 2010 14:36:38 GMT -5
Duskwing slaps Swindle on the back with a 'clang!' of metal meeting metal. "This rocks! Did you see Lugnut's--er, Krusher's finishing move! AWESOME!"
He tilts head and thinks about the rest of Swindle's comment while munching on the oil balls he got from Farlane. "Heh. That's one way to send 'em advertising--right past their firewalls! Don't try that with me, though. I know where you bunk."
Then the Krusher himself walks up! "YO, KRUSHER! AWESOME MOVES! Won some good money on you. Can you sign my wing?"
---- skipping Scene Mod so I can get post out before departure. Also, skippable until I get back.
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Post by SceneMod on Sept 2, 2010 18:25:32 GMT -5
Once Bonecrusher is in the ring and Lugnut is out of it, a lithe figure leaps in from the stands, doing three full flips at the apex of the jump before landing gracefully at the other end of the arena. The figure lifts her right arm, brings the hand down to her front, unlatches her cloak and throws it off with enough force to send it fluttering into the audience.
The figure is a humanoid female, standing head and shoulders taller than the norm for Pz-Zazzian - meaning she's still considerably shorter than Bonecrusher. Her skin is a few shades too red for humanity, her hair is deep mahogany brown, and her eyes are nearly black. Her dress is simple, animal skins stitched together to cover the significant bits. She holds a shield on one arm, and in her other hand is a long spear. She lifts her head to look up at Bonecrusher defiantly, then, without a word, leaps towards her opponent, leading with her spear - a weapon that, for as primitive as it appears, will prove to be made of unexpectedly hard and sharp materials, should it strike.
The female Quintesson, from her spot, suddenly seems even more interested, though she had certainly been watching the robots closely enough even before.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Sept 3, 2010 1:44:11 GMT -5
"Hello to you too, Lugnut!" Swindle gushes without a trace of sarcasm. "I've got 'em right here. Meet me in the gladiator's private area in a minute and we'll do the installation."
The merchant grins and waves his foam finger around, taking a long, obnoxious slurp of his mega-sized fizzy drink before responding to Duskwing "It was quite the fatality, yeah. No, viral advertising means-you know what, forget it. I promise not to upload any viruses where you can catch them. GO BONECRUSHER!"
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Sept 3, 2010 23:39:15 GMT -5
Spears usually grant their wielders the advantage of reach. Not so much the case when facing off against Bonecrusher. As soon as Dulcinea Six leaps forward, Bonecrusher lashes out with his long arms. One of them makes a grab for his opponent's spear, aiming to wrench it to one side so it's no longer pointed at him. With the other arm he attempts to sock Dulcinea in the face.
He hopes he doesn't knock her out cold if his fist connects. It's so much more fun when they're awake.
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Dai-Janku
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Post by Dai-Janku on Sept 5, 2010 14:56:33 GMT -5
Dai-Janku sinks into his chair, arms crossed as he tries to shake off what just happened. This whole place so far - what happened to Earthcraze, what Lugnut just did to Storm Seraph... Dai-Janku's rather glad he intercepted that invite. Though...what if there are other Autobots here taking part? What if he has to fight them?
It's something the Junkion doesn't really wanna dwell on right now, so he contents himself with watching the fight.
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Lugnut
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Post by Lugnut on Sept 5, 2010 15:23:59 GMT -5
Oh, it's that shapely little eye candy. But the Krusher doesn't have time for that now, oh no, he is far more interested in Swindle! "Oh yes, yes, perfect! I shall meet you there, after this match." Because he wants to see what Bonecrusher will do to her. Lugnut can get a bit sadistic, in case him playing golf didn't make it obvious.
When Duskwing asks him for an autograph, Lugnut just blinks in confusion. His pincers aren't exactly suitable for writing, though there's more then that. "No, only the glorious Megatron deserves to be worshiped. I am but a simple warrior!"
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Sept 5, 2010 16:34:42 GMT -5
Yep, hightailing it like his tail lights were on fire. Farlane has gotten the art of ‘suddenly ending up on the opposite end of the stands’ down pat. Damn, but he was good.
The tap-tap-tappity-tap of his heels rings through the crowds and he spends a few minutes handing out drinks and food before he catches something out of the corner of his optics. Pausing momentary, he backs up and spots a patch of familiar red and black coloring. It was that kid from the earlier fight. Dai-Janku? Huh.
Didn’t look too happy either.
The currently red-and-black car pauses for a bit and glances around at the cheering crowd before looking back to the mech before shrugging and making his way over. Everyone was busy looking at the fight anyways.
“Wouldja like a snack, honey?” he asks once he reaches the fellow, friendly smile on his face.
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Post by SceneMod on Sept 5, 2010 19:39:37 GMT -5
Whatever else Dulcinea Six may be, she is certainly extraordinarily agile. Before Bonecrusher can grab her spear, she lowers it, sticking it tip-first into the ground, and uses it to change the direction of her leap, now darting beneath Bonecrusher's arm and to his left, swinging around the handle of the spear before landing nimbly on the ground.
Once her feet touch down she twists the spear upward, stabbing it directly towards the arm closest to being directly over her head.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Sept 6, 2010 18:53:14 GMT -5
Swindle watches the fight closely, rooting for Bonecrusher between bites of his snack food. "I'll see you there, Lugnut."
Skippable during the fight unless addressed.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Sept 7, 2010 8:21:08 GMT -5
Duskwing gives the Kaon Krusher a funny look, then shrugs. "Yeah, but he ain't fightin' here today. Youse is. 'Course, if he had been, it'd be totally awesome! Did you ever see Megatron's fight with Sunstreaker, in the State Games? Pure slaggin' megawattage of deeee-struction!" Duskwing grins like a loon--or happy sports fan. He's also forgotten Lugnut isn't from his history; the whole parallel universes thing is a bit fuzzy to him.
"'Sides, I ain't worshippin' you, I'm askin' for your autograph. Or maybe your claw-stamp." Duskwing's optics brighten, and his focus shifts over to Swindle for a moment. "Hey, you and Swindle outta get together and see 'bout dat! Bet ya lotta the sports here go mad for autographs and logos and hand-stamps from dere favorite fighters, see?"
Belatedly, he adds, "Hey, Swindle, if you got wit' my idea, I get a cut, see?"
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