Currently in her alt-mode, Chromia's engine stalls slightly when the old structure catches her optic. Then hums thoughtfully. Well, she had been searching for a source of spare parts to fully construct her water-pump... Maybe she'd find some in the building?
Figuring it'd be worth a shot, Chromia spins her tires in the direction and speeds towards it. She pulls up and transforms, regarding the place with a sceptical optic. It's only then she notes the other signature pinging on her HUD. Her optics flicker before she moves around to the other side of the building. Her helm pops around the wall, optics falling on the familiar Cassette.
A crooked smile blossoms and (not at all with the intention of startling him) she loudly calls out "Hey Piledrivers!"
At the yell, he jumps, battle systems nearly activating from surprise. He whirls around so fast that he stumbles, gyros struggle to regain his balance before he might meet the ground.
He glowers at Chromia, a teeny-weeny sized heap of metal and indignation. "Autobitch! Don't sneak up on a mech!"
She can't help the loud bark of laughter that escapes from his reaction. Her arm flops in a wave as she moves around the wall.
"Hehe, sorry fella. Couldn't resist" she grins impishly and casually leans up against the wall, "Hey, if you're thinkin' of takin' your piledrivers to this place, mind if I raid it for spare parts first?"
He can't help grinning back, Chromia's impish grin just has that infectious effect on him. Rumble walks close, grin turning a bit simpering with fake innocence as he does so. "Taking my piledrivers to it? Me? I would never!" He snickers. "Don't ya know I'm a respectable robot and all that slag?"
Her optics give a playful roll and she chuckles, "Riiiight. I'm sure ya were just out here admirin' the foundations on the place yeah?"
Chromia lets her helm lilt to the side and silently regards him for a moment. She remembers what he'd said before about missing his team mates and such. Doubt they've showed up, seen as he ain't jumpin' 'round like a hyped-up glitch mouse.
She ponders for a moment more before grinning crookedly and asking, "Wanna help me tear up some stuff for spare parts?"
Rumble manages a mock serious facial expression and pretends to look ashamed. “You saw right through me, Autobitch. I could stare at foundations all day, nothing makes my processor think ‘wanna frag’ like a hot little steel-and-concrete foundation. Don’t tell anyone my secret or the cityformers won’t ever let me leave their berths again!”
He snickers, as usual the one to laugh the hardest at his own jokes.
“Tearing stuff up sounds good,” he decides once he has calmed down. “Haven’t got anything better to do, anyway… Lead the way.”
She snorts a laugh, pushing away from the wall to turn towards the building's nearest entrance.
"Ah, always kinda figured", she quirks a slanted smirk down at him, "I mean, the way you look at some of those buildings in the town... It's just so obvious."
Still grinning, Chromia jerks her helm in the direction of the entry before strolling towards it. "Come on then Piledrivers. Should be able to rustle up somethin' in this place... But lets try to avoid brinin' it down till we're done eh?"
He snickers. "Aw, Autobitch, you are absolutely no fun anymore!" he complains theatrically. "Where is your sense of adventure, your love for danger?"
Rumble walks quickly, walking past Chromia to boldly stride at the lead. "I'm sure there are robots who would pay a fortune to be buried under rubble with me, I've been told it is very romantic!" he calls over his shoulder.
"Oh yeah. Bein' slowly crushed to scrap by mounds of rubble. Totally spells out the perfect romantic tryst to me" Chromia sniggers, raising an amused optic ridge.
"But hey, if it makes ya feel any better, hows about you hit the ceilin' with a missile on the way out?" she drawls while ambling on behind him. "We'd have to outrun it before gettin' crushed, so there'd still be that element of danger to make things more fun eh."
"Ah, you are so good to me!" he says with a laugh. "But admit it, you love the thrill of danger, too! Hey, if you ask me really nicely, I might even let you shoot around a bit while we run out!"
Rumble grabs the rusty handle of the metal gate. It doesn't even budge an inch. Cursing, he braces himself against it with his entire weight, determined that he isn't going to lose face and require Chromia's help. Slag, slag, slag! He will never impress her if he can't even open a slagging door! It's just not fragging fair, he thinks miserably, why couldn't he have been built just a little bit larger?
"Pit yeah" she snorts as though it were obvious, "Ain't never lived my life without at least some element of danger. And never intend to." She then grins almost sheepishly and adds, "Plus it gives me reason for stockin' up on so much firepower. Otherwise I'm just a nut with a gun fetish."
Chromia chuckles to herself, then pauses when she notes the Cassettes evident struggle with the gate. Cocking an optic ridge and crossing her arms, she blandly offers, "Y'know... Ya might have better luck if ya broke it down with a piledriver or somethin'."
Rumble cringes in embarrassment. So much for hoping against hope Chromia would remain oblivious to his little problem... He chuckles awkwardly and flashes her a forced smirk. "I see right through you, Autobitch, you can't wait to ogle my piledrivers again!"
It is a good idea, though, especially since it does give him a chance to show off his beautiful piledrivers. His very best feature, if you ask him.
He shakes his arms and transforms them with a flourish. Rumble raises his piledrivers to the door, positioning them near the handle, and sends some gentle tremors into the metal. Might be able to shake loose whatever is stuck...
"There is nothing wrong with being a nut with a gun fetish, ya know!" he yells over the racket the piledrivers are making. Metal pounding on metal is loud. "I happen to like nuts with a gun fetish!" He shoots her a look out of the corner of his visor, grinning cheekily, just a tad of a hopefulness gleaming in the visor.
"You caught me. And here I figured I was hidin' it so well" she sniggers softly, giving her helm a helpless shake. Her optics then briefly drift over to the building, idly pondering what kinds of materials she might be able to salvage from the place.
Chromia decides to shrug it off for now, figuring she'll know soon enough. Her gaze drops and it's only then she realises Rumble's saying something to her... Not that she can make it out over the pounding from the piledrivers. All she manages to catch are the last few words.
She raises her optic ridges and quirks a crooked smile, casually calling back, "Think you'll have to run that by me again Piledrivers. All I got was "nuts with a gun fetish"".
He snorts in annoyance. Figures she hadn't listened - and he had said it so well, too!
"I said there's nothing wrong with a nut with a gun fetish!" he yells again, sounding irritated rather than seductive like he had hoped for, though. Well... frag! And then, because he is so annoyed that his flirting attempt failed - again! - he can't help sneering, "turn on your audials, will ya, Autobitch?!"
He cringes slightly. So much for smooth flirting...
Luckily, he has a door to take his frustration out on. He gives another few hard shakes and there is a screeching metallic noise as the door gives and snaps open.
Chromia rolls her optics at Rumbles outburst, far too accustomed to the huffy Cassette's temperament by this point to be anything close to annoyed.
Instead she elects to fold her arms and dryly quip back, "Oh I'm sorry. I must'a been distracted by the piledrivers again. My bad."
And once the door is well a truly open she ambles on, striding past him and, with a swift kick of one leg, boots the door open the rest of the way... It proves to be a tad more force than necessary. She shutter-blinks in surprise when the hinges break from the action and the door hits the floor with a ringing clang.
Chromia glances down at it before looking back to Rumble and shrugging, "Eh, ain't like anyones usin' this place anyhow."
He gapes, hopeful and disbelieving. Distracted by the piledrivers? She thinks his piledrivers are hot? Oh yeah, frag, they are irresistible! The cassette preens and grins cockily.
Then, he freezes.
Wait...
Was that sarcastic?
He gives the door Chromia so graciously flattened a good solid kick to vent his annoyance.
He strides after her, stops after two steps and returns to give it another kick.
"Don't mind me, I'm just checking the quality of the metal!" he calls.
Figuring it'd be worth a shot, Chromia spins her tires in the direction and speeds towards it. She pulls up and transforms, regarding the place with a sceptical optic. It's only then she notes the other signature pinging on her HUD. Her optics flicker before she moves around to the other side of the building. Her helm pops around the wall, optics falling on the familiar Cassette.
A crooked smile blossoms and (not at all with the intention of startling him) she loudly calls out "Hey Piledrivers!"
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Bored cassette...
At the yell, he jumps, battle systems nearly activating from surprise. He whirls around so fast that he stumbles, gyros struggle to regain his balance before he might meet the ground.
He glowers at Chromia, a teeny-weeny sized heap of metal and indignation. "Autobitch! Don't sneak up on a mech!"
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"Hehe, sorry fella. Couldn't resist" she grins impishly and casually leans up against the wall, "Hey, if you're thinkin' of takin' your piledrivers to this place, mind if I raid it for spare parts first?"
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Chromia lets her helm lilt to the side and silently regards him for a moment. She remembers what he'd said before about missing his team mates and such. Doubt they've showed up, seen as he ain't jumpin' 'round like a hyped-up glitch mouse.
She ponders for a moment more before grinning crookedly and asking, "Wanna help me tear up some stuff for spare parts?"
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He snickers, as usual the one to laugh the hardest at his own jokes.
“Tearing stuff up sounds good,” he decides once he has calmed down. “Haven’t got anything better to do, anyway… Lead the way.”
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"Ah, always kinda figured", she quirks a slanted smirk down at him, "I mean, the way you look at some of those buildings in the town... It's just so obvious."
Still grinning, Chromia jerks her helm in the direction of the entry before strolling towards it. "Come on then Piledrivers. Should be able to rustle up somethin' in this place... But lets try to avoid brinin' it down till we're done eh?"
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Rumble walks quickly, walking past Chromia to boldly stride at the lead. "I'm sure there are robots who would pay a fortune to be buried under rubble with me, I've been told it is very romantic!" he calls over his shoulder.
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"But hey, if it makes ya feel any better, hows about you hit the ceilin' with a missile on the way out?" she drawls while ambling on behind him. "We'd have to outrun it before gettin' crushed, so there'd still be that element of danger to make things more fun eh."
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Rumble grabs the rusty handle of the metal gate. It doesn't even budge an inch. Cursing, he braces himself against it with his entire weight, determined that he isn't going to lose face and require Chromia's help. Slag, slag, slag! He will never impress her if he can't even open a slagging door! It's just not fragging fair, he thinks miserably, why couldn't he have been built just a little bit larger?
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Chromia chuckles to herself, then pauses when she notes the Cassettes evident struggle with the gate. Cocking an optic ridge and crossing her arms, she blandly offers, "Y'know... Ya might have better luck if ya broke it down with a piledriver or somethin'."
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It is a good idea, though, especially since it does give him a chance to show off his beautiful piledrivers. His very best feature, if you ask him.
He shakes his arms and transforms them with a flourish. Rumble raises his piledrivers to the door, positioning them near the handle, and sends some gentle tremors into the metal. Might be able to shake loose whatever is stuck...
"There is nothing wrong with being a nut with a gun fetish, ya know!" he yells over the racket the piledrivers are making. Metal pounding on metal is loud. "I happen to like nuts with a gun fetish!" He shoots her a look out of the corner of his visor, grinning cheekily, just a tad of a hopefulness gleaming in the visor.
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Chromia decides to shrug it off for now, figuring she'll know soon enough. Her gaze drops and it's only then she realises Rumble's saying something to her... Not that she can make it out over the pounding from the piledrivers. All she manages to catch are the last few words.
She raises her optic ridges and quirks a crooked smile, casually calling back, "Think you'll have to run that by me again Piledrivers. All I got was "nuts with a gun fetish"".
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"I said there's nothing wrong with a nut with a gun fetish!" he yells again, sounding irritated rather than seductive like he had hoped for, though. Well... frag! And then, because he is so annoyed that his flirting attempt failed - again! - he can't help sneering, "turn on your audials, will ya, Autobitch?!"
He cringes slightly. So much for smooth flirting...
Luckily, he has a door to take his frustration out on. He gives another few hard shakes and there is a screeching metallic noise as the door gives and snaps open.
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Instead she elects to fold her arms and dryly quip back, "Oh I'm sorry. I must'a been distracted by the piledrivers again. My bad."
And once the door is well a truly open she ambles on, striding past him and, with a swift kick of one leg, boots the door open the rest of the way... It proves to be a tad more force than necessary. She shutter-blinks in surprise when the hinges break from the action and the door hits the floor with a ringing clang.
Chromia glances down at it before looking back to Rumble and shrugging, "Eh, ain't like anyones usin' this place anyhow."
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Then, he freezes.
Wait...
Was that sarcastic?
He gives the door Chromia so graciously flattened a good solid kick to vent his annoyance.
He strides after her, stops after two steps and returns to give it another kick.
"Don't mind me, I'm just checking the quality of the metal!" he calls.
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