It's your number one fangirl you never wanted!wreckerverityApril 27 2011, 02:38:50 UTC
Verity is itchy. Not THAT kind of itchy, though. The kind that makes her want to poke Ratchet in the optic with a sharp stick because her suit isn't ready, yet. Girl needs weapons if she's going to make a wad of cash beating up mechs
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Woo! Reluctant friendship is go!king_grimlockApril 27 2011, 03:32:01 UTC
Those blue optics flicker red for a split second at the sound of a distinctively unmodulated voice that marks a human.
His head turns slightly to give the briefest of courtesies of actually looking at her. Oh. This one. The one who seemed to like that... song he did in the midst of that fight a couple weeks ago. Then again, the whole arena loved it.
"Business," he says, brusquely. "You sure humans allowed in zones this far down?"
Just surrender now, Grimmy, You have no choice.wreckerverityApril 27 2011, 04:16:23 UTC
Verity manages--barely--to restrain the 'What KIIIIIIIIND of business' from coming out. She'll find out soon enough. One advantage to being human is being small enough to pass unnoticed. The, uh, the disadvantage was being just slightly squishable.
But she can manage that.
She smirks. "Allowed? Nobody tells me where I can't go. ...unless they really want me to go there just to prove 'em wrong."
She leans over the table. "So, how's Axiom treatin' you?"
Mnuuh! And other irritable grunts!king_grimlockApril 27 2011, 08:06:31 UTC
That defiance earns her his full attention, swiveling in his seat to regard her straight on. It seems she's sidestepped his initial tendency to disrespect humankind and brought forth memories of working alongside the braver ones of her species. Blackrock's Neo-Knights even helped save Cybertron from Unicron... somehow.
Disobeying orders just because they're orders... that's a very Dinobot attitude to have.
"Mnuh. Place is nice, comfortable slave pit. But it better than death," he responds, in a dark tone.
Awww, you luv it, Grimster!wreckerverityApril 27 2011, 19:13:54 UTC
This late model Verity brings you the finest of Wreckers ethics with the morality of a human whose favorite discount is 'five fingered.'
Well, hello there, handsome. Nice to see a gal can finally get some attention around here.
"Settin' the bar nice and low, huh?" Verity snerks. Better than death? What wasn't, other than sitting through like, another of Kup's never ending stories?
"So. You might have heard of me, since you got here. I'm the infamous Wreckergal." She beams. She's sure they talk about her all the time in the Arena.
Low bar, or the ugly truth about the timeline he was plucked from before he was dumped here.
Thankfully, his face is such that she wouldn't be able to read the sardonic smirk he'd get at the temptation to claim he's never heard of her just to watch her be crestfallen after assuming she had some kind of amazing rep.
Instead, there's just a nod.
"Human fighting in pits for some reason. Like Isaac. Except you get killed by ugly Decepticon - or so me hear. Reports exaggerated, me guess."
Fortunately for all involved, he isn't interested enough in human biology to inquire as to how she knows what a nutshot feels like.
Instead, his head cocks to the side. "Me sure you have tricks like Isaac - stasis lock gadget, EMP, something. But be careful what you wish for. Me Grimlock born to fight."
To the point where he's going a bit stir crazy with no war on.
"Explain Skywarp. What kind of Decepticon dirty trick he pull?"
Verity has donated more than a few nutshots to the world. It's effective enough: it has to hurt.
"Tricks?" Oh, Grimmums. No, no no. "Same 'tricks' as any mech: speed and firepower."
Okay, not so much the firepower right now. But she's working on it!
"Dude. He's a 'con. Do I need to explain dirty trick?" Verity's mouth twists. "Fragger warped in behind me after a flashbang to cut my vid feed."
Sneaky bastard.
"If it were in a match, I'd've expected it. But we'd had little chats like that half a dozen times." Yeah yeah, don't tell her. Stupid to let her guard down. She knows.
Lockdown had been camped out at the Blue Deployer for a little while now, lurking quietly in a dark corner booth. It's his favorite kind of joint--full of questionable characters that could prove useful or at least interesting to him.
He's had his optics on a particular pair--an odd pair at that. What business could a squishy femme want with a dinobot? Lockdown had to know.
He slides out of his booth and approaches them, shifting his glance between the two then to the empty seat.
He doesn't need to speak to communicate his intentions.
"If it not in arena, it not count as loss. If he cheap shot you outside, that punk move. Even more cheap for Cybertronian on human. Me hear he dead and me glad."
At the approach of the new mech, Grimlock just glares as he does at every stranger... until he remembers he's here to try to get bounty hunting work from a mech he's never met.
"You..." Slag, what was that mech's name? "... Cyromax?" No. "Crunch-o-matics?" No... "Carrotcake?" Slaggit.
It's a pet name, Grimlock. Accept your destiny with good grace.
"Punk move's about it. Ya know because I guess the six-times-my-height thing wasn't enough of an advantage for him."
Fraggin' wuss. She wishes Skywarp were still alive solely so she could kill him herself. Or...at least that there were footage of his death.
Maybe then she'd believe he was actually dead.
Oh Hellz Naw. This is her special private fangirl time. You? The escapee from the KISS Army? Go back to your Gene Simmons (or is that Richard Simmons? She forgets--because she isn't lame!) impersonation.
"Lockdude," she says. Or something. Close enough. Rockhead? Hey if she don't know you, you ain't worth knowin'.
Glares he can handle. He used to them. But fraggin' up his name? That ain't cool. First line of business, set these two straight.
"Name's Lockdown." And it will forever have a badass ring to it, even when he barks it out in agitation.
He takes a moment to return the glares, letting his reputation-imbued name sink in before he helps himself to the empty seat.
He studies the feisty girl with a quirked optic ridge, recognizing her face from video feeds but unable to put a name to it. Probably ain't worth knowin'. His attention shifts the dinobot.
Grimlock leans against his elbows on the bar, staring at the low-rent, strong-as-hell pitcher he ordered now that he knows this guy isn't the mech he's looking for to get into the bounty-hunting game. Caromok? Crambert? He's bad with names sometimes.
A nod is the only affirmation he gives of the correctness of his name. Trying to recall what he might have heard about this Lockdown. Keeping an optic on him in case the human gets lippy.
"Eh." This is Verity's I AM NOT IMPRESSED face. "Lockup. Whatever." Yes, she's being deliberately obnoxious, Lockdown. You are messing up her Fangirl Tiemz.
"If you mattered you'd know who I am." Fraggit, someone better know. And it better not be 'the bint who got cut into coleslaw by Skywarp'.
"You got business here? Because Grimlock's kind of a busy mech." Yes, Grimlock, she's your social secretary now. Oops. Did she forget to tell you?
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His head turns slightly to give the briefest of courtesies of actually looking at her. Oh. This one. The one who seemed to like that... song he did in the midst of that fight a couple weeks ago. Then again, the whole arena loved it.
"Business," he says, brusquely. "You sure humans allowed in zones this far down?"
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But she can manage that.
She smirks. "Allowed? Nobody tells me where I can't go. ...unless they really want me to go there just to prove 'em wrong."
She leans over the table. "So, how's Axiom treatin' you?"
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Disobeying orders just because they're orders... that's a very Dinobot attitude to have.
"Mnuh. Place is nice, comfortable slave pit. But it better than death," he responds, in a dark tone.
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Well, hello there, handsome. Nice to see a gal can finally get some attention around here.
"Settin' the bar nice and low, huh?" Verity snerks. Better than death? What wasn't, other than sitting through like, another of Kup's never ending stories?
"So. You might have heard of me, since you got here. I'm the infamous Wreckergal." She beams. She's sure they talk about her all the time in the Arena.
And they better be saying the right things.
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Thankfully, his face is such that she wouldn't be able to read the sardonic smirk he'd get at the temptation to claim he's never heard of her just to watch her be crestfallen after assuming she had some kind of amazing rep.
Instead, there's just a nod.
"Human fighting in pits for some reason. Like Isaac. Except you get killed by ugly Decepticon - or so me hear. Reports exaggerated, me guess."
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"THAT wasn't a match. That was a negotiation that...got...a little out of hand."
Verity jerks her chin up. "I was undefeated until then." Harrumph. "Once I get a suit back, maybe you and I could have a friendly little spar, eh?"
Verity: fast mover!
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Instead, his head cocks to the side. "Me sure you have tricks like Isaac - stasis lock gadget, EMP, something. But be careful what you wish for. Me Grimlock born to fight."
To the point where he's going a bit stir crazy with no war on.
"Explain Skywarp. What kind of Decepticon dirty trick he pull?"
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"Tricks?" Oh, Grimmums. No, no no. "Same 'tricks' as any mech: speed and firepower."
Okay, not so much the firepower right now. But she's working on it!
"Dude. He's a 'con. Do I need to explain dirty trick?" Verity's mouth twists. "Fragger warped in behind me after a flashbang to cut my vid feed."
Sneaky bastard.
"If it were in a match, I'd've expected it. But we'd had little chats like that half a dozen times." Yeah yeah, don't tell her. Stupid to let her guard down. She knows.
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He's had his optics on a particular pair--an odd pair at that. What business could a squishy femme want with a dinobot? Lockdown had to know.
He slides out of his booth and approaches them, shifting his glance between the two then to the empty seat.
He doesn't need to speak to communicate his intentions.
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"If it not in arena, it not count as loss. If he cheap shot you outside, that punk move. Even more cheap for Cybertronian on human. Me hear he dead and me glad."
At the approach of the new mech, Grimlock just glares as he does at every stranger... until he remembers he's here to try to get bounty hunting work from a mech he's never met.
"You..." Slag, what was that mech's name? "... Cyromax?" No. "Crunch-o-matics?" No... "Carrotcake?" Slaggit.
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"Punk move's about it. Ya know because I guess the six-times-my-height thing wasn't enough of an advantage for him."
Fraggin' wuss. She wishes Skywarp were still alive solely so she could kill him herself. Or...at least that there were footage of his death.
Maybe then she'd believe he was actually dead.
Oh Hellz Naw. This is her special private fangirl time. You? The escapee from the KISS Army? Go back to your Gene Simmons (or is that Richard Simmons? She forgets--because she isn't lame!) impersonation.
"Lockdude," she says. Or something. Close enough. Rockhead? Hey if she don't know you, you ain't worth knowin'.
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"Name's Lockdown." And it will forever have a badass ring to it, even when he barks it out in agitation.
He takes a moment to return the glares, letting his reputation-imbued name sink in before he helps himself to the empty seat.
He studies the feisty girl with a quirked optic ridge, recognizing her face from video feeds but unable to put a name to it. Probably ain't worth knowin'. His attention shifts the dinobot.
"Grimlock, right?"
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A nod is the only affirmation he gives of the correctness of his name. Trying to recall what he might have heard about this Lockdown. Keeping an optic on him in case the human gets lippy.
"Me not into sighning autographs."
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"If you mattered you'd know who I am." Fraggit, someone better know. And it better not be 'the bint who got cut into coleslaw by Skywarp'.
"You got business here? Because Grimlock's kind of a busy mech." Yes, Grimlock, she's your social secretary now. Oops. Did she forget to tell you?
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He drops the poncho on top of her.
"Noisiest garment rack I ever seen."
His attention shifts to Grimlock.
"Fangirls always this feisty?"
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