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Post by Swindle on Feb 16, 2012 20:50:49 GMT -5
A black 15-passenger van pulls up outside the newly-wooded lot, turns off its headlights, parks, and a man in a suit emerges. He's wearing a different outfit from before, and no longer wearing sunglasses, because it's dark out. The current suit is a deep forest green.
"You know, I thought I might have company, but I was expecting some of Black's hired goons, not . . . whoever you are," the man says. Metatron may recognize his voice, though it lacks the resonance she may be used to.
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Shanodin
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Post by Shanodin on Feb 16, 2012 23:16:55 GMT -5
That the dryad allows Metatron to touch her at all is surprising; that she allows Metatron to urge her back to the deeper green is extraordinary.
Her arm will heal, in fact the color is already starting to return when the van pulls up. Her eyes narrow at the familiar man and she hisses. The grasses and leaves shudder en masse with the sound.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 17, 2012 0:04:07 GMT -5
Metatron is a C-list super-heroine who sometimes shows up in Detroit.
In English, she replies to The Dealer, "Only a concerned citizen."
In Cybertronian, she mutters, "Increasingly concerned by the moment. So would that work? Picking your whole garden up, down the bedrock, and moving it elsewhere?"
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Post by Swindle on Feb 22, 2012 18:54:34 GMT -5
The Dealer spreads his hands in a placating gesture. "What's with the chilly reception, tall, dark, and photosynthetic? I'm not interested in fighting you."
He cuts his eyes at Metatron. "Oooh, you're one of the local capes, right? Trying to escort our friend here off the premises? I have a van full of potted plants, if that would help." His brow furrows as he catches fragments of Cybertronian. It's like he's heard it before, but he can't place it. "I'll pay you ten thousand dollars in cash to teach me that language."
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Post by Shanodin on Feb 22, 2012 23:28:19 GMT -5
Sometimes, nature can just sense Badtm, Dealer.
The dryad shakes her thorny head again at Metatron. "The bedrock feeds the garden," she says, before diving down into the earth. There's barely any indication of her disappearance, just a faint ripple in the earth.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 23, 2012 9:09:35 GMT -5
Metatron breaks out laughing and replies, "If you don't know my hourly rate, you can't afford it."
Not that she's $10,000 per hour, but learning a language takes many hours. She eyes the van, which she suspects is more loaded with thugs than potted plants.
"Just informing her that she's trespassing and that she may want to leave the premises. It seemed only neighbourly."
Slaggit, man. Could they go all the way down to the molten core of the Earth? That would probably leave a volcano behind, though. Leaving a volcano on Prometheus Black's property is probably not a great idea.
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Post by Swindle on Feb 24, 2012 16:32:27 GMT -5
The thugs are kind of crammed in among the numerous plants, actually. One of them had to beg off because of his hay fever.
"Your hourly rate? How much is that?" Superheroes generally don't charge by the hour. Many other professions do, however. Go ahead and give The Dealer a clue to your secret identity, Metatron. He'll only blackmail you a little bit, he promises.
"The wood nymph isn't crazy about moving shop, I take it?" he asks, checking his watch. "Have you tried explaining that if she doesn't leave with you, bad men are going to come and forcibly cart her away to spend the rest of her existence in a Biotech Unbound lab?" He pats his coat, feeling the reassuring weight of his sidearm there. His business really cannot afford for him to get into a shootout in public.
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Post by Shanodin on Feb 24, 2012 18:02:45 GMT -5
Leaving a volcano in the middle of downtown Detroit would also be a bad idea, Metatron.
The Green rustles behind the gilded woman, and the dryad attempts to press a small chunk of bright pink crystal into Metatron's hand. The crystal fairly hums with power.
"Bedrock," the dryad whispers, before fading into the Green again.
The Dealer, in the meantime, may find that the shrubbery seems to be thickening around him.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 24, 2012 19:42:49 GMT -5
"I just told you. If you have to ask me, you can't afford it," Metatron replies lightly.
She considers the crystal for just a moment, shrugs, and pockets it. She says mildly, "You should leave here. There isn't any profit for you in this matter," and her voice is the voice. It's essentially a Jedi Mind Trick. Most people don't even notice it. They just do what she says. Some don't. Then it gets interesting.
Now Metatron is thinking thinky thoughts.
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Post by Swindle on Feb 25, 2012 14:44:27 GMT -5
Metatron successfully influences The Dealer with her weirding way.
He shrugs, and turns to go. "Have it your way, then. Deal with it yourself. Just don't come crawling to me for back-up when Black's goon squad shows up," he says, climbing back into the van.
OOC: On his way out, but will catch any parting remarks.
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Post by Shanodin on Feb 25, 2012 23:30:03 GMT -5
It is only after the Dealer is gone that the dryad shows herself again. She is sitting on a tree limb and staring down at Metatron with something like awe.
"You have the voice of god," she says sadly, "Blessed and cursed all in one go, like so many of us who are near to Him."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 25, 2012 23:36:48 GMT -5
Metatron is visibly relieved when the Dealer turns to go. Her power is best in one on one situations, but if it doesn't work, she doesn't have much of a fallback plan. She teases, putting a bit of power into it, "Oh, you don't want to be left holding the bill here. Don't worry on my account."
She shrugs when Shanodin appears again and admits, in Cybertronian, "It does put a damper on consent in relationships, yes."
Maybe that's why Metatron doesn't have any love interests!
"That crystal you gave me. It's called energon. That's what your garden grows on?"
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Post by Shanodin on Feb 26, 2012 11:33:03 GMT -5
"It helps the plants," the dryad admits, slipping to the ground. She strokes the thick stem of one tall, night-flowering bloom and continues, "This one has not bloomed in centuries." There is no small amount of pride in her voice.
She ducks her head and adds, "The crystals help me more."
The garden's power comes from her. She is its heart, as surely as it is her flesh. The power of the energon crystals help supplement her own strength greatly.
"It can't be moved, and I can't be moved, so we must face what comes as it comes."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 26, 2012 12:53:21 GMT -5
"My dear..." Metatron says softly, moving closer. She tries to cup Shanodin's chin with her fingertips. "...I cheat. If we can't move you, we can bring down a solid light hologram generator, run it off the energon, and just make your garden vanish to all outsiders."
By the Celestial Spires of Iacon, Metatron is not going to leave one of her Maximals out in the open where anyone can get at her.
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Post by Shanodin on Feb 26, 2012 17:00:54 GMT -5
The dryad allows the touch, though her skin twitches under Metatron's fingertips. There is that moment where the urge to flee such close contact almost overwhelms her desire to remain near the oddly-comforting presence of the gilded woman.
"I am unsure."
This sounds like a lot of Machine to integrate into the garden. They would have to be careful, and even then, Black is not likely to simply give up his claim on such valuable real estate, visible garden or no.
"There will have to be a careful balance struck."
The dryad frowns. Why is that phrasing striking chords in her mind?
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