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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Apr 27, 2010 17:28:41 GMT -5
Ravage is not impressed by sexy legs and fishnets. Honestly, contemplating what might actually interest the big cat is a frightening batch of nightmare fuel that would blast the board rating out of the water.
Ravage's growl gets louder then he screams, his jaw snapping around at Barricade's hand. Ravage manages to not follow after that retreating hand, but only just, and his body twitches.
He swings his single optic back to take in the dancers who were giggling over him.
Mrrrrr
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on May 2, 2010 16:42:43 GMT -5
"Is that so?" he answers after giving the death kitty a rather less amused look at the indignant yowl, moving onto his other leg with the fishnet.
Trapped in a room with trouble. A rather hot kind of trouble, but trouble no less and with a very vicious looking pet too. Farlane smoothes his fingers over the strap before sliding his hand up to rest on a curvy hip, setting his foot down on the floor with a metallic 'clink'. He turns to fully face Barricade then, slinking over to the officer with swinging hips and a rather predatory smile.
"You'll have to specify which rumor there, sir," the pink mech stops, only the span of his busty chest and a sliver of space seperating him from the other. Reaching over to grab a top hat from the hat stand next to the doorway, he gestures to their giggling audience with it, "we're in a bit of a rumor mill central here."
There is a mono-eyed, four-armed cat girl telling her friends about how adorable and pointy Ravage is. One of the purple dancers looks a bit more dubious.
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Post by Barricade on May 5, 2010 19:54:03 GMT -5
Heh heh heh. Too slow, wicked kitty. Too slow. // Now, now. Behave, or they may make me muzzle you, too. // And wouldn't that just be a tragedy, hmmm?
"Oh, the usual," Barricade drawls lazily, holding his position with a sly smirk playing across his features. "Drinking, dancing, and... debauchery." He shutters one optic in a wink. "And some rather... gifted acts."
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on May 7, 2010 19:56:32 GMT -5
A low dangerous growl rumbles over the radio.
//Try. I will kill you.//
Ravage's tail whips around behind him as he watches the other dancers.
//They would break prettily.//
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on May 8, 2010 16:00:46 GMT -5
"Mmm," putting the hat on, Farlane's voice drops to a dulcet purr, "gifted acts happen only after hours, darlin'." He pulls a black whip out of his subspace, the leather-like material creaking under his familiar grip as he wraps a length of it over his other hand.
"'Til then though," he moves to try and loop the whip around Barricade's waist and tug the cop car in for a... much closer inspection, "I might have an openin' in our Beast Tamer segment. I'm sure my boss won't mind a last minute addition. 'Specially a pretty thing like you."
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Post by Barricade on May 11, 2010 12:35:03 GMT -5
// Could be fun. // The smile is totally audible in Barricade's transmitted voice. Of course, he always was a bit of a weirdo with very odd notions of "fun". Hell, he's partnered with Frenzy; that should tell everyone enough right there.
// You'd break them too quickly. But I imagine you could do something artistic with their fluids. //
Red optics track that black leather, and Barricade's smirk never falters, nor does he even attempt to prevent Farlane from reeling him in. "Think you've got what it takes for that, then?" he purrs back. He's behaving himself quite thoroughly, keeping his hands to himself, despite how easily he could run a talon up one of those fishnet-clad thighs.
"Many have tried, but the little kitty's bite is definitely worse than his bark."
Why, yes, Barricade did just volunteer Ravage there. // Unless you don't think you're good enough to pull it off, kitty cat. I'll understand, of course. This kind of infiltration isn't exactly your strong suit, // he radios Ravage, voice dripping with false sincerity.
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ooc: Ravage was volunteered with permission
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on May 11, 2010 16:19:24 GMT -5
Ravage, still sitting on his haunches, turns deathly still at Barricade's words, his spiked tail settling down flat upon the floor. Slowly, he rotates his neck away from the dancers and back toward Barricade and Farlane, over-rotates it almost, in that way a cat can when he feels the need. A low, deadly growl emanates from his throat, a completely different sound from the constant mrrr that he had been making.
His purple optic flashes.
His claws flex upon the floor.
Barricade is lucky, so lucky, that Ravage is ordered to be at the cop's beck and call, lucky that the great cat has been told that he must follow the orders of Shockwave- who is not so great as Megatron- and to not draw the ire of Spinister and Needlenose.
//Enjoy now, because you won't enjoy after.//
Barricade will pay for this humiliation with his fuel and plating, and that gibbering partner be damned.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on May 13, 2010 13:21:16 GMT -5
"Aww, don't wanna play with us?" Farlane pouts and releases Barricade with a slide of leather over uniform. The chorus of many 'awww's and some snickering arrives shortly afterwards from the glittery crowd. He takes a step back to give the bladey kitty a once over now, amused grin on his lips and a raised brow.
"Well, he ain't anythin' I haven't handled before," hell, he was Farlane. He'd shared beds with more dangerous things. "I suspect he won't like this, though," said, of course, as he pulls a pink, spikey collar from middair. The crowd was definitely snickering a lot more although there was a 'Don't so mean to the kitty!' from someone.
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Post by Barricade on May 20, 2010 16:31:28 GMT -5
The freaky head turn thing doesn't phase Barricade, Ravage. Barricade's been partnered with Frenzy for a LOOOOOoooong time.
// You don't know me very well, pussy cat, // Barricade purrs in response. Yeah, he knows that Ravage will be out for oil and fuel now, but Barricade? Has been spoiling for a good fight, and if he can goad someone else into starting just by doing his job? So much the better.
"I didn't say that," Barricade replies with a wry smirk, winking one optic. "I just don't like to share with the crowd. Stage fright, you know. Prefer a... smaller audience."
// Ravage, // the purr is gone now, and Barricade's tone is much more business like. // Do not kill or maim the fop. And don't do anything that will drive the audience away. // After all, this is actually work, not play.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on May 21, 2010 20:41:57 GMT -5
Ravage ducks his head down low, ears flat to his head, as he comes up on all four feet, crouching. He hisses as Farlane holds out that collar. No, no he does not like this.
He doesn't spring, though it takes almost all his effort.
//Collar!// He snarls. //You will let it collar me! Merour...// and here language fails the great cat, his voice dissolving into growls and the occasional understandable curse.
Farlane will be able to get the collar on him, if he's quick about it.
Eventually, he manages to spit out, //Can't keep this uniform on for this- then can't hide sigil, idiot!//
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on May 22, 2010 6:33:14 GMT -5
Oh, but Ravage! Seeing the Decepticon symbol would simply confirm Farlane's current suspicion. It didn't answer the question he really wanted to know, which was: why?
The stage director chose the moment to come by and usher the colorful crowd of aliens away, barking, "None of you are on break yet! Lakisha, your group is up next!" And the girls dispersed in a mass exodus of giggling, glitter and gossip, returning to their own makeup stands and costume racks. Whoops.
"We-hell," Farlane laughs, tipping his hat up, "looks like you got your wish!" The girls were out of harm's way at least, which was one less thing to worry about. Now he just had to get himself out. Knowing his luck though, it wasn't going to be easy.
He kneels to put the collar around Ravage's neck then, doing so with a little too much practiced ease whilst smirking at the growling fit the kitty was putting up. "Gotta say, it ain't everyday that we get a cat cop on stage. You ever performed before?"
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Post by Barricade on May 26, 2010 13:11:03 GMT -5
// Relax, // Barricade replies privately to Ravage with a snort. // Got it covered. //
While Ravage is busy throwing his little tantrum, and Farlane is slipping that collar on, Barricade stoops and quicky rips the POLICE patches off of the vest the cat is wearing. If Ravage thought Barricade was going to try and wrestle him into that damn vest more than once, the cat has another thing coming. It was hard enough to first time; like hell Barricade is doing that more often than he has to.
His own uniform has the same set-up: patches that can detetch when he isn't actually on duty. There'll be no mistaking that it's a cop style outfit - just like there'll be no mistaking that Ravage's vest is a K9 style vest - but so long as it doesn't actually say "POLICE" on it anywhere, it's in the clear enough. And if it isn't, well... Barricade is pretty sure that he can either find enough credits, or a good body dump, to make it in the clear enough.
// Now go put on a good show for the crowd, and let's see if we can't get an invitation back to his ship, or something, to make this worthwhile. //
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on May 26, 2010 14:00:50 GMT -5
Ravage wants to murder something, and Barricade is worried about getting invited back to the pink bubblebutt's place for drinks and a game of hide the flash drive.
They're on this planet's version of Candid Camera with Ravage as the mark, aren't they?
Ravage doesn't answer Farlane aloud, because he can't. Instead, those watching can literally see the angry cat pulling himself under control, sitting back on his haunches, back ramrod straight.
He looks up at Farlane and nods. Though their definitions of the word likely differ.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on May 26, 2010 17:33:09 GMT -5
Ravage's sudden change in attitude earns a soft chuckle, but Farlane doesn't pet him. He smooths the collar down and stands up, hooking the whip in his hands on to the joint between his hip and a tailfin. Demeanors didn't change suddenly like that for no reason; three bets they were probably talking about him behind his back.
"Gonna hafta get that off soon, y' know. It just ain't a police themed dance," he winks at the kitty and sweeps a black cape off a wall mounted coat rack. "Nothin' wrong with feelin' shy anywhere else, but here, baby, this place is a show- and our show's about to start!"
In about six minutes to be exact.
The pink car sidles up to Barricade once more, sly smile on his face as he reaches out to try and pinch the cop's bladey chin and pull him close. "Suppose I'll be seein' you after the show, babe?"
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Post by Barricade on Jun 4, 2010 17:20:44 GMT -5
Barricade crooks a wicked grin as he lets Farlane lean in close. "Now I see why you wanted me in the show instead. Just trying to get me out of my clothes," he replies in a low purr. "Neither kitten or I play naked in public. That show's for after hours."
// H-hammin' it up, 'Cade-cade, // Frenzy radios privately from the shadows, snickering his bladey little head off - silently.
// Jealous, spazz? //
// Feh. My tail's b-better. //
Barricade mimes snapping his teeth at Farlane, leaning into that grasp on his chin. "Depends on which show you're talking about, sugar."
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