[Open!] - Memoirs of a Cassette...
WHO: Magnum and !you!
WHAT: Megatron attempts to get used to being a cassetibird, even while vehemently denying his attempts to get used to anything impermanent.
WHERE: Zones 3-6. Flight patterns vary, and he's still crashing into things a lot.
WHEN: Now-ish
WARNINGS/NOTES: In waiting for his new body to be finished, Soundwave offered Megatron a ( Read more... )
WHAT: Megatron attempts to get used to being a cassetibird, even while vehemently denying his attempts to get used to anything impermanent.
WHERE: Zones 3-6. Flight patterns vary, and he's still crashing into things a lot.
WHEN: Now-ish
WARNINGS/NOTES: In waiting for his new body to be finished, Soundwave offered Megatron a ( Read more... )
He took a step in closer to Barricade, sidling up to his head almost conspiratorially. "There are...other options....however, for those that might be looking for a change--or just those that might be getting tired of being caged for the Transtech's enjoyment. Of course, since you don't know me, and since I don't know you--all this can be taken with a grain of salt. But if you're interested--join a few fights at the Decibel arena, and see who shows up. It might be worth your time."
"...if nothing else, they're always looking for good medics, there--and they pay well enough. Its not so difficult to...download a bit of info from warriors who are knocked out, also."
Conspiracy finished, he stepped back to his previous perch, and settled down, stealing a bit of heat from his current companion. Flying had proven to be moderately cold, even if he wasn't staying in the air for long.
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He listens carefully to the bird's conspiracy, engine humming quietly. He repeats the suggestion in his processor and lets it rumble through his subvoc for a moment before storing it. It might be worth looking into; he has been on the lookout for a job where he might not have to deal with the Tyran Autobots' medics, after all. Much as he'd enjoy the irony of spats in a medical clinic. And it would give him some sense of not mooching completely off of Bonecrusher.
"Appreciate the tip. Might check it out, when I have the time." Which he always has, when he's not fixing his roommate/boss/whichever-of-his-'cons-call-him or scrounging for serviceable parts.
He looks over to the bird settling back onto his shoulder, appraising. "So aside from the obvious, how's that flying thing work out?" He's known plenty of airframes, but he's never for the life of him understood the appeal.
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"But you should." Especially since, if all his plans went well, there wouldn't be an Arena around for much longer to check out. It would do Barricade well to visit it while it was standing...
...which, as it turned out, was now, as the pair of them came closer to the address.
"It isn't. There's a reason why its called the 'lame bird' contest." He smirked. "...which is why I'll be heading off now. If you want to claim your prize...
Come back, in a week. Ask for Magnum. Bring a friend if you are worried about a scam--he won't mind."
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"Week from now, ask after Magnum," he repeats, to reassure. He cues it onto his priority list. "And depending on the scam... I've lost nothing for the walk here, and if he plans to find spare parts, he'd have trouble retrieving them from me." It's not a threat in the least, just conversation. Besides, there's something suspicious about the instructions.
"Though I suppose I can check about available work, so long as I'm here. Would be a wasted oppotunity."
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