Shinji rounded the corner and slowly trailed to a halt just outside the Sun Room doors. After a moment of indecision he shrank back, leaning against the wall on the other side of the corridor (careful to stay away from the lobby doors). He hadn't thought this far ahead. He'd just thought to move somewhere and hope that he'd meet someone (anyone) and that then he'd be able to figure it all out. Or the other person could. He didn't like this. He sighed and sank down to sit, drawing his legs up against his chest. He'd just wait for a few minutes to see who showed up. Maybe he'd move on after that.
HK arrived as quickly as he could while remaining silent. Not because he felt any particular need to keep from attracting monsters, but just because it was good practice. He didn't want his skills to dull when he was stuck, moldering in this meatbag body!
However, once he got close to the female meatbag, he made sure there was at least a little noise. He was used to violent greetings from targets, but getting his head removed by an ally was not high on his list of things to do.
Puntual, yes, though he didn't look entirely there; Lugnut's eyes were bloodshot, his skin greyish, the hollows under his cheekbones looking particuarly hollow in the ambient light from his flashlight. He was, at the very least, armed with a bludgeon (more commonly known as a baseball bat), and nodded to HK-47 with some semblance of friendliness, or whatever passed with him.
"Affirmative: Yes, because he is here." Sort of. And he thought that he had a hard time with the idea of 'eating'. Was not even the chocolate cake at dinner enough?!
"Query: Well, since we are here, shall we start?" Meaning running like something terrible is chasing you through the Sun Room, which in all likelihood there will be.
Even in the dark, Lockdown saw the distinct doors of the Sun Room. Finally, they were here. Hopefully whatever was inside would put some sense into Prowl.
"Once we're in there, I'm gonna put you down, 'kay? Try not to do anything stupid."
Prowl stopped kicking and fussing, wondering how many times the 'ok, I'll be good' thing would work. Lockdown certainly seemed reluctant to do anything to him, which was worrying as much as it was rather useful right now.
"Just don't get yourself killed," Lockdown replied.
With that, the bounty hunter cracked the door to the Sun Room open and crept inside. Well, crept as well as he could with the skinny man thrown over him.
[from here]Despite how wide the hallway was, he couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of claustrophobia as he continued on. The flashlight wasn't terribly powerful, making the darkness around him almost stifling. Throw in an eerie, unnatural silence and these were optimal conditions for peaking Klavier's anxieties, making his head explode with dark forebodings. He swallowed dryly and moved as silently as humanly possible, straining to listen for any sounds of danger; he trusted his ears before his eyes
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They were getting closer to the doors to the Sun Room now, for sure, and scary things continued to fail to happen, as Remy expected. His attention had wandered, but it focused on Scott again.
"So what do you do when you're not working in the vegetarian place?" The ability to chop vegetables was good -- Remy could admit to himself that Scott's skills in that area were probably much stronger than his own. What he couldn't imagine was why anyone would want to limit themselves to a single kind of food. He loved vegetables, but he was a proud omnivore... as long as what he was eating was tasty.
Scott was impressed by Remy's admission to being a chef. The dude was so young; how had such a young dude found the time to get to that kind of position when twenty-four-year-old Scott had barely made it to assistant celery chopper? Whatever. It was still impressive. "That's awesome, man! Can't wait to see what you're going to whip up tonight!" he told Remy, raising a clenched fist of solidarity. Scott didn't know who this Gusteau person was, though, and his unchanged expression said as much when Remy mentioned him.
Remy questioned him as they walked further on. "Ah, you know. Stuff. Things. The usual," he answered, putting his hands behind his head and stretching out his arms casually. So far, as Remy had noticed, there didn't seem to be anything dangerous about, and so Scott saw no reason to be worried. If a fight came, he'd get into battle mode. If one didn't, he wouldn't - simple as that.
"And by that I mean I play in a band," he added with a grin. Technically, he hadn't actually "played" in some months, what with the band
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"It'll depend on what they have. The food here doesn't seem to be horrible... I mean, it's not garbage... but it's a little off." (It would probably be better not to explain to Scott that he meant literal garbage.) "A little bit too much of this, not enough of that, you know? It seems like the kitchen probably stocks the basics, at least... eggs, milk, cheese, that kind of thing. The quality remains to be seen, but I know I can do something with it."
Remy didn't know what to make of the raised fist, but it didn't seem like a threat, so he paused in his gait. With a tentative smile, he raised his own fist.
Bands were another thing he didn't understand, exactly, although there was one in the colony. Sort of. "Bomb bob-omb?" he repeated, sounding lost.
Scott didn't really know what Remy meant by the food being off. It had always tasted fine to him. Unless he meant the food was laced with something? Like he was sure his suspicious turkey had been? Remy was good if he could detect something like that, then. Scott wondered if he had ever thought about being a food checker on the side. Or maybe chefs just had superpowered tastebuds that allowed them to taste the exact difference between really good and really, REALLY good. Either option sounded cool.
"I'm sure I'll be impressed, man. And I'll help however I can," he said as they strode toward the Sun Room, giving Remy a little fist bump when he saw the other fist raised.
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Shinji rounded the corner and slowly trailed to a halt just outside the Sun Room doors. After a moment of indecision he shrank back, leaning against the wall on the other side of the corridor (careful to stay away from the lobby doors). He hadn't thought this far ahead. He'd just thought to move somewhere and hope that he'd meet someone (anyone) and that then he'd be able to figure it all out. Or the other person could. He didn't like this. He sighed and sank down to sit, drawing his legs up against his chest. He'd just wait for a few minutes to see who showed up. Maybe he'd move on after that.
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HK arrived as quickly as he could while remaining silent. Not because he felt any particular need to keep from attracting monsters, but just because it was good practice. He didn't want his skills to dull when he was stuck, moldering in this meatbag body!
However, once he got close to the female meatbag, he made sure there was at least a little noise. He was used to violent greetings from targets, but getting his head removed by an ally was not high on his list of things to do.
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"Do you believe he'll be remotely punctual?" she asked the droid in regards to Lugnut.
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Puntual, yes, though he didn't look entirely there; Lugnut's eyes were bloodshot, his skin greyish, the hollows under his cheekbones looking particuarly hollow in the ambient light from his flashlight. He was, at the very least, armed with a bludgeon (more commonly known as a baseball bat), and nodded to HK-47 with some semblance of friendliness, or whatever passed with him.
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"Query: Well, since we are here, shall we start?" Meaning running like something terrible is chasing you through the Sun Room, which in all likelihood there will be.
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Even in the dark, Lockdown saw the distinct doors of the Sun Room. Finally, they were here. Hopefully whatever was inside would put some sense into Prowl.
"Once we're in there, I'm gonna put you down, 'kay? Try not to do anything stupid."
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"Define stupid."
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With that, the bounty hunter cracked the door to the Sun Room open and crept inside. Well, crept as well as he could with the skinny man thrown over him.
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They were getting closer to the doors to the Sun Room now, for sure, and scary things continued to fail to happen, as Remy expected. His attention had wandered, but it focused on Scott again.
"So what do you do when you're not working in the vegetarian place?" The ability to chop vegetables was good -- Remy could admit to himself that Scott's skills in that area were probably much stronger than his own. What he couldn't imagine was why anyone would want to limit themselves to a single kind of food. He loved vegetables, but he was a proud omnivore... as long as what he was eating was tasty.
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Remy questioned him as they walked further on. "Ah, you know. Stuff. Things. The usual," he answered, putting his hands behind his head and stretching out his arms casually. So far, as Remy had noticed, there didn't seem to be anything dangerous about, and so Scott saw no reason to be worried. If a fight came, he'd get into battle mode. If one didn't, he wouldn't - simple as that.
"And by that I mean I play in a band," he added with a grin. Technically, he hadn't actually "played" in some months, what with the band ( ... )
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Remy didn't know what to make of the raised fist, but it didn't seem like a threat, so he paused in his gait. With a tentative smile, he raised his own fist.
Bands were another thing he didn't understand, exactly, although there was one in the colony. Sort of. "Bomb bob-omb?" he repeated, sounding lost.
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"I'm sure I'll be impressed, man. And I'll help however I can," he said as they strode toward the Sun Room, giving Remy a little fist bump when he saw the other fist raised.
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