Awwww . . . that should come up between them somehow - Grimmy'd be surprised how patient and-derpjack_ftwMay 15 2011, 21:41:33 UTC
((ooc: -nonjudgmental Jack is. Including/especially with the Dinobots. ~<3 Also...should I NPC a sleazebag for us? XD))
Wheeljack waits the beat needed before putting the device back away in subspace, letting Grimlock study it as much as he was going to. He could tell the other didn't know what it was, but to be fair to the Dinobot, its function wasn't really that apparent from appearance alone even to a better-trained optic - the working parts were folded away. It'd been built to be compact when not in use, for easier transport.
The offer - practically a command - surprises the engineer. Not at all in a bad way, though. Unlike the other Autobots, Wheeljack has never discounted or been afraid of Grimlock. Respects his power and his volatility, yes, but never feared him. Unlike "his", however, there's a quality about this one that's . . . different somehow. More serious and more 'present', perhaps? More concerned for someone other than himself or one of the other Dinobots? He's not sure what it is. He wonders what this one's relationship, if there is one as such, is with the engineer of his own Stream. In any case, Wheeljack is deeply appreciative.
"Yeah, I'll be sure ta do that. Thanks, Grimlock. So . . . what about you? What're you doin' here?" Not that he didn't think the other could handle himself even here, but he'd never figure a Dinobot for the gambling type, so...
For his part, Grimlock doesn't have a particularly significant relationship with Wheeljack, but he's always respected him. This one seems a little more jittery than the one he knows. Where once, Grimlock might have had contempt for that weakness, he's come to respect that there are more forms of strength than the sort the Dinobots master, and those who would exploit the weak are the ones who must be weakened.
"Me here to look for work. Hear there is mech who hire bounty hunters here. Carotek. Cryonok. Crispotron... name something like that."
LOL IDK if there's a canon chara by this name, I'm just making the guy upderpjack_ftwMay 30 2011, 03:07:25 UTC
Wheeljack is no warrior - he'll be the first to admit it, and readily - but Grimlock's wise in recognizing that there are more forms of strength. The engineer certainly has his own. He'd not be where he is now without a few different varieties.
The engineer's optics darken a half-shade as he suppresses a shudder of dread annoyance. 'Bounty hunter' will never fail to get a reaction from the former runaway, however much he fights to hide it. Even though that was a lifetime ago. Several lifetimes, feels like.
He nods, tone nonchalant as he shrugs in apology. "Yeah, 'fraid I can't help with that. I don't know any bounty hunTERK!"
The interruption is startled out of him as a hand lands on his shoulder from behind, gripping tightly.
Stormchaser is a big enough mech that he usually gets his way with a look and a flex of one hand. He'd spotted the idiot engineer around a support column talking to . . . someone - with the column in the way, the mech couldn't see who. Didn't matter anyway. He walks up and pulls the smaller mech around to face him, a false-friendly grin on his face. "Well, well, you did show up. Didn't figure you'd have the bearings-" And that's when he notices the Autobot's conversation partner. ...oh. Huh, well, no matter. He tips his head at the Dinobot in what ought to be taken as polite. "Hope you don't mind if I cut in for a few, do ya, big guy?"
Wheeljack fights the urge to cringe back from the grip that's caught him, his tone managing a growl. "Stormchaser, leggo."
Stormchaser's duly surprised by the size of the mech, though he falters on a fraction of a second before the crooked grin is back on his faceplates. "Hey, no need to get hostile, pal. The glitch a friend of yours?" Because if the inventor isn't, he really doesn't see why the big guy should give a scrap.
Wheeljack reaches up to wrap a hand over Stormchaser's, pulling to loosen the grip, confidence boosted by the Dinobot's obvious support. "Actually, yes. This is Grimlock. Grimlock, this is the mech I was tellin' ya about." Yes, that's a pointed tone of voice.
Stormchaser shoots the engineer a dark glower at that, but he lets go and recovers to give the Dinobot a joking smirk. "Nothing good, I hope. A mech's dirt's more fun to talk about anyway."
Grimlock doesn't waver in his solid glare. Doesn't even appear to move, certainly nothing close to a flinch or anything else. Just radiating power and making sure that moment of faltering in Stormchaser takes root.
"Me hear you force Wheeljack to make delivery to scummy hangout instead of picking up project like mech with class. Me here to make sure you on up and up. Me strongly advise you not to make me Grimlock munch metal."
There's only a slight flicker in his optics, as if daring the guy to try something.
Wheeljack waits the beat needed before putting the device back away in subspace, letting Grimlock study it as much as he was going to. He could tell the other didn't know what it was, but to be fair to the Dinobot, its function wasn't really that apparent from appearance alone even to a better-trained optic - the working parts were folded away. It'd been built to be compact when not in use, for easier transport.
The offer - practically a command - surprises the engineer. Not at all in a bad way, though. Unlike the other Autobots, Wheeljack has never discounted or been afraid of Grimlock. Respects his power and his volatility, yes, but never feared him. Unlike "his", however, there's a quality about this one that's . . . different somehow. More serious and more 'present', perhaps? More concerned for someone other than himself or one of the other Dinobots? He's not sure what it is. He wonders what this one's relationship, if there is one as such, is with the engineer of his own Stream. In any case, Wheeljack is deeply appreciative.
"Yeah, I'll be sure ta do that. Thanks, Grimlock. So . . . what about you? What're you doin' here?" Not that he didn't think the other could handle himself even here, but he'd never figure a Dinobot for the gambling type, so...
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For his part, Grimlock doesn't have a particularly significant relationship with Wheeljack, but he's always respected him. This one seems a little more jittery than the one he knows. Where once, Grimlock might have had contempt for that weakness, he's come to respect that there are more forms of strength than the sort the Dinobots master, and those who would exploit the weak are the ones who must be weakened.
"Me here to look for work. Hear there is mech who hire bounty hunters here. Carotek. Cryonok. Crispotron... name something like that."
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The engineer's optics darken a half-shade as he suppresses a shudder of dread annoyance. 'Bounty hunter' will never fail to get a reaction from the former runaway, however much he fights to hide it. Even though that was a lifetime ago. Several lifetimes, feels like.
He nods, tone nonchalant as he shrugs in apology. "Yeah, 'fraid I can't help with that. I don't know any bounty hunTERK!"
The interruption is startled out of him as a hand lands on his shoulder from behind, gripping tightly.
Stormchaser is a big enough mech that he usually gets his way with a look and a flex of one hand. He'd spotted the idiot engineer around a support column talking to . . . someone - with the column in the way, the mech couldn't see who. Didn't matter anyway. He walks up and pulls the smaller mech around to face him, a false-friendly grin on his face. "Well, well, you did show up. Didn't figure you'd have the bearings-" And that's when he notices the Autobot's conversation partner. ...oh. Huh, well, no matter. He tips his head at the Dinobot in what ought to be taken as polite. "Hope you don't mind if I cut in for a few, do ya, big guy?"
Wheeljack fights the urge to cringe back from the grip that's caught him, his tone managing a growl. "Stormchaser, leggo."
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So when he stands up, he looms.
"Business is business," he booms, evenly. "But put hand on him and me put hands on you."
Shouldn't be anything unclear about that proclamation. If that shoulder-grip doesn't release, Stormchaser will get one of his own.
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Wheeljack reaches up to wrap a hand over Stormchaser's, pulling to loosen the grip, confidence boosted by the Dinobot's obvious support. "Actually, yes. This is Grimlock. Grimlock, this is the mech I was tellin' ya about." Yes, that's a pointed tone of voice.
Stormchaser shoots the engineer a dark glower at that, but he lets go and recovers to give the Dinobot a joking smirk. "Nothing good, I hope. A mech's dirt's more fun to talk about anyway."
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"Me hear you force Wheeljack to make delivery to scummy hangout instead of picking up project like mech with class. Me here to make sure you on up and up. Me strongly advise you not to make me Grimlock munch metal."
There's only a slight flicker in his optics, as if daring the guy to try something.
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