[Actionspam] Stranger in a Strange...Time?

[hunter_for_hire]

[ooc: wheee, first post! (hope I'm Doing It Right. >.<) This is open to anyone who wants to deal with a grumpy bounty hunter, voice, video or action. He hasn't accessed the Network yet, but feel free to ping him. Just don't expect any cordiality. XD Oh, and I need to afk for a few hours, but I'll back on tonight and most nights this week to tag.

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[Action, obviously] lolponcho

[swordofpeace]

[It's still early in Wing's shift at Viva la Greed, so the new tables are still easy to spot. He's also been working here long enough that he's used to the regulars. And though he's never seen this one before (nor anyone, uh, quite like him, with the--is that a hook?), the newcomer certainly looks like he's no stranger to this sort of establishment.]

[He whips out his happy smile.]

Greetings! My name is Wing and I'll be your server for the evening. [Wing likes the little ritual of these things.]

What can I get for you?

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[hunter_for_hire]

[He could feel the sunny glow of the mech's optics from across the joint, but what really caught the trophy-collector's attention was the impressive longsword attached to the back of this ornately-armored flier.

What can he get for him, he asks? How 'bout that fancy weapon on a platter.]

Got any Flat Tire on tap?

[His gaze shifts momentarily to meet the beaming yellow optics then start scanning the Cybertronian's chassis for signs of factional allegiance. Expecting to find a red face, he's surprised to find nothing. He meets the yellow optics with a curious gaze before speaking again.]

In the can s'fine too.

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[swordofpeace]

[Wing can feel the gaze fixate on his Great Sword. It wasn't the first time, probably won't be the last. There weren't many swords in Axiom, and beyond Drift's, no other Great Swords that he's seen.]

On tap, of course. [He nods graciously. No mech drank from a can when they could get it fresher. Unless they had some...interesting reasons. ]

[The newcomer's optics sure like to take a nice long slow tour of Wing's frame. Also not a first time for this. Wing smiles. It is flattering, he supposes. Time to start earning his tip, though.]

You'll forgive me, but I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new? [He's willing to guess the newcomer's Malgian, too, by his design. But some mechs might find that presumptuous. ]

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[hunter_for_hire]

[He hesitates before replying, gauging the mech's sincerity. He's has an unnecessary amount of politeness for working a servicing job in a seedy establishment. He's either new or it's a cover, he can't quite tell yet. But he knows for certain he isn't ready to advertise his naivety in regard the goings on of this alternate universe yet, especially to mech who may be, judging by his design, a native.]

S'my first time in here.

[He looks past the mech, keeping a vigilant watch on those who came and went, looking for any trace of a bot from his own 'verse.]

Get a lot a'travelers passin' through?

[onetruesikorsky]

[My, look what the capacitor dragged in. That tattooed face and the mix-matched frame are unmistakable even in the dark lighting of the corner side of the casino. Lockdown

[hunter_for_hire]

[The shred of relaxation he had found in his drink, and in the chat with a fellow neutral, is immediately vanquished when the room splits apart to make way for a familiar warlord, who was clearly on a b-line directly for his booth. Lockdown tenses. It doesn't matter how many times he had conducted business with the tyrant, his presence still sends ripples down the musclecar's studded back

[onetruesikorsky]

[The sound of whirring components can be heard as Megatron's entire gaze hardens, optics narrowing. So Lockdown was from the future, after the Warlord was supposably captured and paraded around like some hard-earned prize to be shown off. Even if he was captured, the Elite Guard could not hold him forever. Knowing future events was the only advantage of this Allspark-forsaken place.]

No, they are not.

[Even if he did know just who was responsible for his new look, that information was not something to be offered lightly. Or ever.]

[As it is, however, he makes himself comfortable in Lockdown's booth, his forearms resting on the table top. His fusion cannon was impossible to miss despite his easy movement. And just like Lockdown, he'll stick with evasive responses for the time being.]

I don't suppose your ship wound itself here with you. That would be far too convenient.

[The TransTechs aren't that inept, unfortunately.]

[hunter_for_hire]

[Why don't you sit down Megatron. Oh right, you don't need permission.

That fusion cannon burns the hunter's periphery like a fried circuit. Lockdown ducks into his glass, taking a drink a to mask his unease. The liquid courage slides down easily.]

No ship. [Lockdown's relieved to hear the mech fishing for information. That could potentially lead to a job offer. Perhaps there's some hope in restoring his way of life.]

Don't need it to do my job, though.