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Post by Springer on May 15, 2010 11:50:10 GMT -5
Springer was going to comment that he was all the protection the pair needed, but Xaaron's little ploy works as well.
Carefully, Springer folds his menu, a faint bit of a smirk on his face. "Yeah, you heard him. Run along, now."
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Post by SceneMod on May 16, 2010 21:34:49 GMT -5
"That was because you tried to leave without paying the toll," Space Kitty explains to Emirate Xaaron, eyes wide and innocent. "I'm afraid we won't be running anywhere, though." He looks around and shakes his head sadly.
"These people go to the wrong places to keep themselves safe, anyway."
In other words, they pay a rival racket and not Space Kitty's. Can't have that.
"Well, if you won't be reasonable, I guess I'll have to be unpleasant!" space kitty says cheerfully, then opens his mouth wide.
A gout of flaming red liquid shoots from the adorable kitten's mouth, directly towards Springer and Emirate Xaaron. Meanwhile, the tentacles from the slug thing whip out towards Springer, while the ferret creature tries to circle around behind Emirate Xaaron.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 18, 2010 20:31:01 GMT -5
The flaming acid blood splooshes across Emirate Xaaron's lower arm, and he grimaces in pain, but he refuses to cry out, instead clutching his wrist. (Emirate Xaaron really looks a bit like this now: members.fortunecity.com/arcof/polyhex/uk169/UK169_01.JPG ) He stands, crouching slightly, and twists to mule-kick the chair he was sitting on into the ferret behind him. The dark side of Pluto is warmer than his voice; boron nitride softer, and he stares directly at Space Kitty, "I warned you." Then, he tosses his head over his shoulder to look at his companion. "Springer, Wreck and Rule." The exit isn't far away, and... "Ahem. Mind the civilians," he raises his voice just a bit, "I hear the slots are running lucky, might want to check those out!" That should get everyone out of the bar, yes?
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Post by Springer on May 18, 2010 21:17:11 GMT -5
Springer catches a wash of the acid as well, across his chest. His jaw clenches, and then he's knocked on his skidplate by the lashing tentacles, getting slimed on his arms where he was struck. Springer tumbles, getting up on one knee as Xaaron gives the order. "I thought you'd never ask", he answers, drawing his pistols, peppering the floor around Space Kitty and its sluggy companion.
He raises up to both feet, guns aimed at Space Kitty and Tentaslug. A momentary pause to give the civilians time to get out, either fleeing from the violence, or to chase Xaaron's bluff.
Man, that red crap burns...
"Alright, you three - you try and shake down a Wrecker, you're gonna get a helluva shaking back."
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Post by SceneMod on May 19, 2010 10:00:42 GMT -5
As shots fly and red acid stuff gets everywhere, the woman at the bar who'd been watching the group sighs and covers her face with one well manicured hand. As several bouncers start towards the party - not as many as you'd expect, however, and the ones who do go seem worried, as though fearful of the thugs - she lifts a hand, catches their eye, shakes her head, and then gestures towards the customers.
"Just concentrate on keeping the paying customers safe and happy, darlings," she suggests.
Emirate Xaaron's ploy pays off, as even those who hadn't noticed the firefight going on in their area start to head out of the area and towards the gambling machines.
Space Kitty's mouth opens wide in a snarl that clearly shows rows of sharp, bright teeth. "You're just light snack to the Hellcats, Greenie," he hisses, his voice made possibly more disturbing by the fact that it is still cutsie, despite the teeth, the full-out cat-snarl, and the red liquid that now drips from his mouth and splashes onto the carpet below, burning holes in the finery.
He leaps towards Springer, yowling, claws out, and tries to latch onto his throat while the slug makes another grab for Springer's legs, trying to at least make his footing unsteady with the slime if he can't trip the Wrecker up entirely.
Meanwhile, ferret has a chair crashing into him! He's entangled for a moment, but quickly pulls himself out and scurries over it, scuttling towards Emirate Xaaron more directly now.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 19, 2010 18:58:12 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron smiles innocently at Springer and shrugs. "Really, I just regret making you wait." He'd like to see how this Springer handles himself in a fight! Curiosity and nostalgia colliding, that.
Hmm, ferret coming right at him, ugly slug getting fresh with Springer, and... flaming bloodcat. Gaze withering, he snaps, "You really have no idea just idea how much more than you can chew you're biting off here." His optics narrow. "But that's fine. I like my enemies stupid."
Primus, make my enemies stupid, is one of Emirate Xaaron's favourite prayers, in fact.
//Springer, watch your feet - the slug's still after you.//
Emirate Xaaron ducks under the table and tries to tilt it over him, making it a barrier between him and the ferret, which probably puts him behind Springer.
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Post by Springer on May 19, 2010 21:54:41 GMT -5
Springer smirks at Space Kitty, raising an arm to catch the bite on his left arm. "Gonna have to do better than this, then," Springer retorts, wincing a bit at the burn, but slinging his arm down with a good deal of force. If it doesn't dislodge Space Kitty, it should at least disorient him a moment.
He then glances at Xaaron, half-grinning. "Eh, timing is everything, and all that--" Then he gets the radio call, and living up to his name, Springer jumps up and over Xaaron and the table, either winding up behind or in front of the ferret, depending on his speed.
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Post by SceneMod on May 20, 2010 8:41:08 GMT -5
As soon as Space Kitty latches onto Springer's arm, he starts hissing out acidic bloodfire between his teeth. This isn't enough to keep him from being dislodged and slammed into the ground, however.
Springer is, as it turns out, fast enough to land between the ferret thing and Emirate Xaaron, causing the creature to hesitate.
Meanwhile, however, the slug just keeps moving forward, now switching targets to Xaaron.
Space Kitty, however, is perhaps not quite so dim as Emirate Xaaron had hoped, and is now considering that he seems to have underestimated the golden dandy and his body guard. The cat pulls himself to his feet, sits down primly, and proceeds to clean his front right paw and his head for a few seconds before he speaks.
"Oh, dear. We seem to have disturbed the patrons of this lovely establishment! That was... not quite intentional." Not quite. He stands. "Jajfkladafjaoquif, Tim, it's time we were on our way." And with that, he turns and starts to daintily march towards the door. The slug and the ferret thing look at each other before following after, although the ferret scurries backwards so that he can watch the Autobots while he walks.
Partway towards the door, Space Kitty stops and turns to look at the Autobots. "I'm sorry we couldn't give you a proper welcome to our neck of the city. We shall have to correct this later!" he says, before finishing his exit.
The woman at the bar smiles as she watches, and turns to study Emirate Xaaron and Springer - especially Springer - with interest.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 20, 2010 18:43:08 GMT -5
Ah, so the jumping powers hold across realities. Very good.
Emirate Xaaron glares stonily at the Atrocitans as they file out. Once they're gone, he looks at Springer's injuries, trying to ignore his own, and he sighs. He bemoans, "We're going to have to buy the most expensive things on the menu now. Bother." Perhaps he's noticed that woman watching them?
Stiffly, he stalks over to grab the kicked chair and put it back into place. "And warn the other Autobots and Maximals, as well. What a muddle. Nothing you couldn't handle, but I'd be worried if, hrm, Spy Shot ran into them or some such."
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Post by Springer on May 21, 2010 13:53:26 GMT -5
Springer's dislodging of Space Kitty didn't come without its own price - the acidic teeth left long gashes in the plating of his forearm. Luckily, most of the damage is just cosmetic, though there are places in his chest and arm where the stuff is working in deeper.
Oh well - Springer's toughed out worse.
"If not the -entire- menu..." Springer retorts, putting his guns away and recovering his own chair. He then puts the table back upright. "If Spy-Shot ran into them, I don't know if he'd even blip their radar - unless he was goofing off with that speedball thing Perceptor made for him." Springer makes a slightly wincing face. "Either way, I'll work up a warning for everyone. Now, what were you saying before we were interrupted?"
Yes, lady - Springer has not noticed you yet.
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Post by SceneMod on May 21, 2010 18:44:30 GMT -5
Now that the emergency is over, several of the bouncers once more head towards the back, where the Autobots are... after all, they brought the problems into the casino, right?
Once more, the woman shakes her head at them, and they turn around and leave. Then she snaps her fingers, summoning a waitress. She leans over and whispers.
Moments later, the waitress approaches the Autobots' table and sets down a couple of fuel-based drinks. She smiles. "On the house."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 21, 2010 19:58:14 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron eyes the bouncers warily, but he eyes the drinks more warily as he sits himself back down in his chair heavily. He smiles, because Emirate Xaaron uses smiles the way some people use ammunition, and he says politely, "How generous." He sniffs the drink. "My compliments to the... chef."
Not the chef, he is thinking. Emirate Xaaron takes a sip of of the drink and swirls it. If he was wanted dead, there are bouncers and the Atrocitans just prior. The drink is unlikely to be a poisoned, and if it is drugged, just a sip shouldn't hurt too much.
He murmurs lowly to Springer, "I think this is the energon goodie, rather than the stick. Someone wants something out of us. Will you require repairs soon, or shall we see this out?"
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Post by Springer on May 21, 2010 20:27:22 GMT -5
Springer blinks a bit at the waitress, half-grinning. "Uh, thanks." He is a bit more brazen than Xaaron, though operating on the same idea, but taking a larger drink. It's not Perceptor's high-grade, but it isn't bad. "I think 'barkeep' is the right term..." he says looking over the drink.
Eyes still on the glass, Springer murmurs back - "It's nothing my systems can't handle for now, so let's see what happens."
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Post by SceneMod on May 21, 2010 22:16:28 GMT -5
After the waitress has gone, the woman at the bar sashays towards the table with the two Autobots. She gives them both a winning smile, but for some reason, is standing distinctly nearer to Springer.
"That was quite a performance you two put on," she says in a low, deep voice, one dripping with self assurance. She gestures to an empty seat next to Springer.
"Mind if I sit down?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 22, 2010 15:13:05 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron pushes his chair back a little, even though he just sat down again and pulls out another chair at their table, offering, "Please do."
She's the one who was directing the bouncers, the bouncers who didn't make trouble for them for the trouble that they made. Between that and her attitude, Emirate Xaaron is suspecting that the apparent choice that she offers is no choice at all, more of a directive. Primus knows, Emirate Xaaron is familiar enough with issuing 'choices' like that.
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