Dance Dance Trouble

[ttlypredleader]

WHO: Terrorsaur ttlypredleader, Cheetor yourlittleguy and Mog mistermoogle
WHERE: Starting at Terrorsaur's apartment, it moves to an abandoned lot...somewhere in the City
WHEN: January 18th - HIGH NOON
WARNINGS: None, save for violence and ~*dance*~
SUMMARY: Terrorsaur lied his way into some trouble in Cheetor's break dancing post. He thinks it's over. It's not.
FORMAT: Quicklog

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[yourlittleguy]

[Cheetor's taken the time to look up Terrorsaur's info, round up Mog, and walk to Terrorsaur's building, so he's sure as hell not going to back out now, even if he knows how incredibly dangerous this is.

All it takes is a running head start, and then off he goes! Up the side of the wall, vault to the opposite building, get a running start on the ledge, jump, land, lather, rinse, repeat, until he's very uncomfortably high up. What he wouldn't give for those jets he used to have in his sides.

But half of this is in the presentation, so off he goes, across the ledge, his hands in his pockets, until he gets to Terrorsaur's window, and "knocks."

BAM! BAM! BAM!]

Hey! Birdbrain!

[ttlypredleader]

[A loud squawk and a tumble off the couch as Cheetor interrupts Potential Plan #34. He's up just as quick, stalking to the window to throw it open and glare furiously.]

You! What the slag do you think you're doing, furball?! [Pause, he starts looking a little uncomfortable] And how did you find me?!

[yourlittleguy]

You had your information plastered all over the network, all I had to do was go get it.

[Cheetor jabs a thumb backwards.]

So, come on.

[ttlypredleader]

[He opens his mouth to protest, but stops.]

..."Come on"?

[yourlittleguy]

Yeah, if you remember, Mog challenged you to a dance battle. He's down on the street. So, come on.

[He points downward.]

Let's go. He's got the boom box.

[mistermoogle]

[and, as if on cue? the following song starts playing loudly. GUESS WHO'S GETTING IMPATIENT DOWN THERE?]

[ttlypredleader]

[Terrorsaur stares disbelieving back and forth between Cheetor and Mog. He does this several times.]

[Then goes to slam his window shut.]

[yourlittleguy]

Nuh-uh!

[Cheetor's fast enough that he manages to shove his entire upper torso and a leg through the window before Terrorsaur can shut it.]

You shot your mouth off to us on the network, and you're backing off now that we called your bluff? You really haven't changed since I saw you.

[mistermoogle]

[he can't really see or hear what's going on up there, but to emphasis the fact that HE IS WAITING DOWN HERE, he turns up the volume. cue a few people poking their heads out of their windows to yell at him]

[ttlypredleader]

[Terrorsaur cries out and leans away from the invading Maximal.] G-get out of here! [Narrows eyes, trying to look a little meaner.] I'm warning you, brat! I'm not bothering with your little games!

[yourlittleguy]

Oh, this is real serious. To him especially. [He points down at the street. And then his eyes narrow and he gets a real sneaky grin on his face.]

...Unless you want us to tell the whole network about how you backed out of our little meeting.

[mistermoogle]

[if serious is him being excited about the chance to show off some of his new moves and/or having someone to compete against...yes? because otherwise he's excited in the pleasant way. THIS IS GOING TO BE SO AWESOME]

[ttlypredleader]

[FYI, that song will haunt his nightmares now.]

[He glares at Cheetor. He was about to ramble about how he can't possibly be expected to care about something as stupid as a dance battle, but that threat got his attention.]

Blackmail isn't a very Maximal thing to do. [Crosses arms] Regardless, you can't make me do a slagging thing!

[yourlittleguy]

I thought the term you guys liked to use was "equal measures." But okay, whatever you say.

[He takes out his comm and flicks it on, holding it up so he can take a video of Terrorsaur.]

Hello, Network! Just wanted to let you know that you are currently staring at a grade-A coward who just backed out of a measly dance battle with Mog. But maybe it's not his fault. He said he could wipe the floor with the other guy, maybe he just has too much to do that he can't spare five minutes to show us what's what. [He looks up at Terrorsaur and grins.] You want to say hi to the people, Terrorsaur?

ooc; skip

[mistermoogle]

 

[ttlypredleader]

[I see what you did there.]

[Panicked screech] Stop that! [Dashes to Cheetor and tries to cover up the screen/camera] Fine, fine! I'll go!