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Post by Victoria Raines on May 19, 2010 12:32:01 GMT -5
Day 18, open thread, so pile on in!
Shockwave is quickly coming to the conclusion that he does not like this planet. Crowded and dirty, chaotic even in how it attempts to impose order, Pz-Zazz would be quite close to Shockwave's own private hell even without the Unicron worshipers and their churches, their acolytes proselytizing to those who might listen. True, they are not nearly so prevalent or active as all that, and there are many other religions to be had on this planet, but to Shockwave even a whisper in praise of the Chaos god is too much.
So far, he has...politely declined a half dozen "suggestions" of "alliance" with local factions that have ties to one or another of the Devourist sects. The doing so has made the Decepticon leader more than a little unpopular. The meeting he is on the way to, however, shows promise. If he can get through the crush. Pity the best route was through the entertainment district. Shockwave pauses in stride to adjust the one concession he has made to local custom- a long, grayish, military-esque trench coat, which sadly can not come close to covering the gunformer's ample chest with anything resembling propriety.
"Oh hey, hey!" an obvious tourist shouts. The man would look like the stereotypical traveling salesman- thinning hair, mussed suit and all- except he's got leathery wings and appears to be a goat from the waist down if leg shape is any indication. Shiny hooves peek out from beneath his pants leg.
He is also obviously drunk.
The shorter man looks up at Shockwave as if he's just found Nirvana. "Man, what a rack. Just name your price baby, and I'm in like Flynn. Oh, and you got group rates? I got some buddies, see...."
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Post by Perceptor on May 19, 2010 12:50:33 GMT -5
Perceptor is merely walking through, will not be sticking around, and this occurs during any other reactions. He just could NOT resist THIS opportunity!
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Perceptor has, since his little excursion with the street cars crashing in the lovely acid rain, acquired a new, and much better quality lab coat, nicely tailored, even, to fit his frame, rather than something "off the rack". Mirage would be proud. Maybe.
He also just happens to be striding briskly through the crowd in the same district by sheerest happenstance, when he spots a familiar looking bulk attempting to conceal itself in a decent enough trench coat. "Attempting" being the operative word, there. As fortune would have it, he is even, joy of joys, close enough to catch the query directed at Shockwave by one very intoxicated alien tourist.
Perceptor almost trips in surprise, and for a moment, his steps falter as he takes in the scene of Shockwave being propositioned like a common prostitute. Apparently, a certain little Autobot scientist has been a very good bot lately, because that is the only way he can think of that he has gotten lucky enough to have happened upon this scene.
"I doubt," he remarks casually as he approaches, never even bothering to adjust his pace, "that either you or your entire consortium, could scrape together enough capital to afford more than a swift obligatory death." He smirks as he sails past Shockwave with an oh-so-polite nod of acknowledgement.
"But if I am mistaken," he calls over his shoulder as he continues on, "please do give me a call. I would very much enjoy observing that, ah... 'goat rodeo'."
Oh the vernacular on this planet can be so very apt now and then. And Perceptor? he's going to cherish this moment for a very. Long. Time.
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ooc: and out of scene!
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Post by Lugnut on May 19, 2010 19:12:03 GMT -5
'Luckily' for Shockwave, he doesn't have to fend off people on his own, flanked by not only Hellbender (as usual), but Lugnut as well. But it probably doesn't help that his other 'bodyguard' is every bit as fanatical as the ones who try approaching him, if not more so. The purple giant stomps after his commander, and amazingly enough he is wearing clothes as well! His hulking metal body is covered up by a grey, fairly plain tuxedo, with a tie nestled underneath his chin, though he didn't bother to wear a shirt underneath that. Amusingly enough he did have special shoes covering his feet, black gloves that covered up his pincers, mono-sunglasses that covered his central optic, and finally a fedora hat to finish the almost cartoonish hulking mob thug look.
Lugnut lets his optics glide over the crowd, glaring and growling at anyone that got too close, hoping that they would start something, just so he could use them as stress relief. The clothes are enough to drive him mad already, but if he hears one more filthy organic preaching about the greatness of the Devourer (and not believing him on the greatness of the Glorious One instead!), he will personally put the fear of Megatron in them! Something that is a bit harder without his POKE, granted, but he still has a lovely hammer, and organics tend to go all mushy when introduced to such weapons.
And hey, look at this, an organic stupid enough to think that Shockwave has walked straight out of the pleasure district. It just never ends, does it? A threatening growl starts deep in Lugnut's vocalizer as he stomps forward, standing inbetween Shockwave and the drunk, a bright red dot appearing in the shades (Terminator effect FTW). "You pathetic, insolent organic! Do you not know who this is!? Is your mushy brain that simplistic, to think that you are facing a glitch who indulges in the pleasure of the circuitry for a minor fee!?"
Lugnut may not have the same fanatic tone to his voice as he would when defending Megatron, but if Megatron were here he would have punched the man into the nearest wall already for such a grave insult. Shockwave is still his leader however (and he wants his POKE back), so he does put up quite a threatening display, casting a shadow over the goatman, clamped fist raising as if he is ready to inflict grievous bodily harm on him. Unfortunately, he is so focused on the drunk that completely misses Perceptor. Some bodyguard he is...
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Post by Hellbender on May 19, 2010 19:58:22 GMT -5
After Hellbender's adventure with the local mining operation, he was just as happy to accompany Shockwave as his shadow and guard. His concession to the local obsession with clothing was an olive green toga, belted with a crimson sash, that stood out nicely against his blue-black hull. The wing-like armor shroud he left unclothed--you don't cover wings or things that look like wings. As for Devourer cultists, he rather hoped to see some--so he could rip them from limb to limb. "Ah still can't believe they openly worship that murderin' bastard here! Back home they'd have been for the Smelting Pools and good riddance to filth." Hellbender muttered for the umpteenth time.
What's this? Some tourist, far too astray, and perilously in danger of the Lugnut treatment. One massive black hand, situated at the end of an arm edged with an alarming collection of spiked wheels, lands on the winged satyr's shoulder. "Turn around and go the other way. Right Now. It's healthier that way. Seriously." Hellbender indicated Lugnut with a jerk of his head, just to emphasize the seriousness of the situation.
The somewhat familiar dull red Autobot with the suddenly cheeky attitude didn't escape Hellbender's notice; his shoulder gun swiveled to track Perceptor. I know you're there it seemed to say.
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 19, 2010 21:52:50 GMT -5
"Hey, heeeey now!" the satyr whines, reaching up to try and knock Hellbender's hand off. The man is actually rather strong for his size. "I'm just looking for some fun, man, and me and the rest of the boys, we like 'em big. REALLY big. You two got dibs, that's all well and good, but can't I at least get a number so we can get on her dance card for later?"
Shockwave merely levels a glance at the organic propositioning him, though those used to Shockwave's mannerisms would recognize the headfins lying flat upon his head as boding ill.
"Firstly, I do not possess a female BIOS. Secondly, I am not a body for hire of any stamp." Shockwave holds up his hand to stay Lugnut's...enthusiasm. "Go find some other to accost with your vulgar propositions."
The gunformer attempts to be on his way. Shockwave will deal with Perceptor...later.
"But...but baby! Come on! Everyone's gotta a price, and we don't care 'bout what your programing says. We're a progressive bunch," the winged satyr tries to trot after Shockwave. Depending on if Hellbender is still holding his shoulder though, he might not get far.
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Post by Skid-Z on May 20, 2010 7:30:44 GMT -5
Alright then! ----------------------------------------- She is mesmerizing, exotic, and most of all compatible as far as interspecies would go. Smooth and slick looking skin emphasizes the brightly coloured frills and feathers that grow from giraffe-like spots on the woman's skin. She looks very amused and content with the way the slender mech has wrapped his arm around her waist as they walk, basking in the appreciative looks he's giving her. Her skirt and blouse were adorned with metal pieces and wire-leds, giving her a somewhat electric look.
"So she told him 'Go'd'speed, my good man' and gave him the money. The next day he came back, but she wasn't there. Her sister gladly took a message for her, so the man gave her twice the amount of money he received yesterday and told her to tell her sister that 'Go'd'speed came in second at K'tir'! Ha ha ha!"
And she was chatty.
"Ah ha ha ha, that's a good one, Cha'Lios!" Skid-Z's laughter is bright and genuine, filled with enjoyment.
They round the corner and then, the joke is over. Shockwave, with two brutes for bodyguards. Skid-Z can't really do it, but it sure looks like he's turning pale in the face. "Oh.... hello, Shockwave sir" 'Oh.... snap.'
The girl looks from Skid-Z to the Decepticons and back, smiles and presses herself seductively against the racer, "Oh, these must be friends of yours, cutesy? Would they perhaps like to join us?" She purrs, feathers fawning out in interest to the Cons. She attempts to approach Lugnut, "You have very cute friends, 'Z!".
Behind her back, Skid-Z raises his hands in a 'what the slag' movement, then facepalms. 'Slag, mental scar....'
"YES! Very cute, but they're probably busy, so we best be on our way!"
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Post by Lugnut on May 20, 2010 7:58:12 GMT -5
Awww, why did you do that Shockwave? Lugnut was looking forward to pummeling someone! Still, Hellbender jerked his thumb toward him, and the zealot can't help but feel a bit of pride at that bit of acknowledgment.
Lugnut keeps glaring at the satyr even as Shockwave turns to leave, only focusing his attention on the crowd again once he's sure that Hellbender has the Satyr under control. But there is never a quiet moment on Pz-Zazz, as the Autobot and his frilly friend can attest.
His main optic dilates as he once again steps forward, keeping his sight trained on Skid-Z until his friend actually approaches him, and calls them...."Cute? Us?" The purple giant is actually taken back by this, not quite sure how to respond, his gaze now focused on the alien lady. "Well, I...Thank you! Though I am nothing compared to the Glorious Megatron, who's frame was forged with the energy of the Allspark itself!"
Oh, right, Autobot nearby. Lugnut shifts his gaze to Skid-Z again, his main optic dilating further in a warning death-glare, that burning red dot appearing once again on his shades. But it would seem that the Autobot is keeping his distance, so Lugnut manages to keep calm. Don't want to draw attention too themselves, after all. Satisfied, Lugnut aims his attention toward Skid-Z' companion again, and this time he notices the colors of her body. It reminds him of someone, and surprisingly enough relaxes him enough to try and talk more with her.
"You are cute as well, for an organic. I prefer strong females, however. Those who can lift buildings with their bare hands, can take a detonator to the chest and can laugh it off..." Lugnut's tone softens more as he speaks, and...Wait, is he smiling, or is his jaw just tilted in an odd way?
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Post by Hellbender on May 20, 2010 21:57:53 GMT -5
Hellbender was extremely strong for his size, and didn't let go, but firmly steered Mr. Horny Satyr until he was trotting in the other direction before releasing him with a push to keep him going that way. He growled, "Go sleep it off with someone else! Now--git! Afore Ah get mean. You don't want to see me get mean. You're already pissin' off The Boss, and that's a good way to lose kneecaps, got it?"
Hellbender shook his head, then noticed the next complication. "Great! What is this, the Iacon Grand Concourse?" he rumbled. His shoulder gun slewed around to track the new Autobot; meanwhile, he just shook his head again, a bemused expression on his face at the notion of Lugnut as 'cute'. "It takes all kinds," he muttered.
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 21, 2010 21:10:32 GMT -5
Randy boy finally takes the hint and stumbles off in the direction Hellbender shoves him.
"Thank you, Hellbender," Shockwave says at length. At least they avoided a scene.
Oh, but now we have a different scene, and one that may prove more fruitful.
Shockwave pauses and turns toward the Autobot who so respectfully addressed him, attempting to cut off his exit without being overt.
"Greetings. I am afraid I do not know your designation. We last met under rather- strained circumstances." Yes, Shockwave is talking civilly with an Autobot. Hellbender has seen this before.
//Hellbender, distract Lugnut if his attention turns to the Autobot. This one interests me.//
"But I do recall your being exceptionally...accommodating compared to your fellows."
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Post by Skid-Z on May 25, 2010 16:48:32 GMT -5
Cha'Lios's smile to Lugnut never fades, her head tilting at the reply compliment, "Why thank you! I can't... really do any of that, but I sure never heard a mech complain about my electric touch before" she quips, grinning, "it sounds like you and this Megatron are really close, huh? Forged from energy? That sounds... unique?"
She seems unfazed by the open display of packing armaments by Hellbender, hey, this is Pz-zazz after all.
Skid-Z has a situation of a different kind. The kind that's suddenly in his way of a clear exit. He's all to aware of Hellbender, yes, thank you very much. He's tries not to concentrate on the Con but can't help the short glances in said direction. When Shockwave addresses him though, he's all ears and looks surprised at the lack of death threats. At the mention of his designation, he smirks, "Well, 'Z' is rather catchy...". Skid-Z scowls as Shockwave brings up his behaviour that day. He also looks somewhat confused, "... and why wouldn't I be polite to my fellow Cybertronians? What's with the kill-maim-slaughter-sigils-on-sight manifest people are so hot on?" Yeah, he's making a headtab to the gun trained on him, "Just. Like. That."
As an afterthought, by sheer upbringing and perhaps hope to keep this in his favour, he adds: "Sir..."
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Post by Lugnut on May 25, 2010 17:33:25 GMT -5
"No, of course you can not do that. Only one person can." That last sentence is said in the softest tone that the zealot can manage. Which is rather odd; normally he's more than happy to shower praise at the top of his non-existent lungs.
The comment about her 'electric touch' leaves him with a confused expression, but he's shaken out of it by what she says next. Here comes the praise shower! "Of course we are close! I am the glorious Megatron's most loyal servant, the one he trusts the most!"
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Post by Hellbender on May 25, 2010 21:02:07 GMT -5
// Yes, sir. // Hellbender acknowledged Shockwave's order, and switched his attention to Lugnut, now that Horny Satyr was looking for love somewhere else.
Ah will maintain a professional demeanor heah. Ah will. Face-palming wasn't professional, so Hellbender restrained himself. It was definitely a strain, especially when the courtesan mistook Lugnut's maundering about some former partner for his ravings about Megatron. Seriously, though, they did sound alike.
"Ah ain't shot you yet, so what are you complainin' 'bout?" Hellbender rumbled at Skid-Z.
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 26, 2010 9:15:10 GMT -5
Shockwave shrugs and says softly, "We are in the midst of a war, Autobot, in this odd universe even if it is done in our own. Civility fell by the way side for most Cybertronians's more millennia ago than they can remember. It is most refreshing to find someone for whom that is not yet the case."
"You must be quite young."
He tilts his head toward Hellbender, "Do not take offense, please. Hellbender is merely behaving as a good soldier should, and seeking to keep his commander from harm. Given the examples so recently sent by your fellows, surely you cannot begrudge him such caution? Most of your ilk are not nearly so...understanding, as you seem to be."
But then, Skid-Z is out numbered here. Perhaps the racecar believes in the adage that discretion is the better part of valor; in other words, if he can be polite and disentangle himself from this situation without incident, he will be able to go about his business without needing to make a medbay visit afterward.
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Post by Skid-Z on May 26, 2010 18:18:51 GMT -5
Skid-Z frowns, "Are we? I don't recall fighting Deceptacons back home*. Yet just about everyone here is ready to tear me a new one if I don't. Good to know that that is just a loss of civility." There is a bitter tinge of humour hidden there.
Then, Skid-Z displays his sporadic bouts of direct approach! "And you are talking with me civilly because you're from before the war? Or are you simply not a Decepticon? ... am I really understanding you guys... or am I just not being a good boy and eating the stories presented to me back at this dimension-warped base? I can't say I understand you; I'm uneducated.... but I so love to challenge what I'm taught"
In the meanwhile, the alien femme promptly stops laughing and stares at Lugnut a bit contemplative, "Oh, you lost your girlfriend? That's always a harsh, sad thing" She states. "But there are plenty of pretties to cheer you up around here!"
Skid-Z heard that and scowls.
--------------- * So there were no Decepticons to even begin with. So?
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Post by Lugnut on May 26, 2010 19:00:53 GMT -5
What? No, damnit girl! You're supposed to pay attention to the praising of Megatron, not...not...That!
Lugnut actually stutters, trying to think of something to say, but he's failing miserably to say the least. His tance slumps somewhat as he grumbles "Of course not", though he does perk up again at what she says about there being plenty of women here, a definate questionable look on his face. "What?"
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