It's your number one fangirl you never wanted!wreckerverityApril 27 2011, 02:38:50 UTC
Verity is itchy. Not THAT kind of itchy, though. The kind that makes her want to poke Ratchet in the optic with a sharp stick because her suit isn't ready, yet. Girl needs weapons if she's going to make a wad of cash beating up mechs
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Woo! Reluctant friendship is go!king_grimlockApril 27 2011, 03:32:01 UTC
Those blue optics flicker red for a split second at the sound of a distinctively unmodulated voice that marks a human.
His head turns slightly to give the briefest of courtesies of actually looking at her. Oh. This one. The one who seemed to like that... song he did in the midst of that fight a couple weeks ago. Then again, the whole arena loved it.
"Business," he says, brusquely. "You sure humans allowed in zones this far down?"
Just surrender now, Grimmy, You have no choice.wreckerverityApril 27 2011, 04:16:23 UTC
Verity manages--barely--to restrain the 'What KIIIIIIIIND of business' from coming out. She'll find out soon enough. One advantage to being human is being small enough to pass unnoticed. The, uh, the disadvantage was being just slightly squishable.
But she can manage that.
She smirks. "Allowed? Nobody tells me where I can't go. ...unless they really want me to go there just to prove 'em wrong."
She leans over the table. "So, how's Axiom treatin' you?"
Mnuuh! And other irritable grunts!king_grimlockApril 27 2011, 08:06:31 UTC
That defiance earns her his full attention, swiveling in his seat to regard her straight on. It seems she's sidestepped his initial tendency to disrespect humankind and brought forth memories of working alongside the braver ones of her species. Blackrock's Neo-Knights even helped save Cybertron from Unicron... somehow.
Disobeying orders just because they're orders... that's a very Dinobot attitude to have.
"Mnuh. Place is nice, comfortable slave pit. But it better than death," he responds, in a dark tone.
Wheeljack's optics darted here and there nervously as he made his way through the crowds. It'd been a gajillion vorns since he'd been in a place like this, back before his involvement in the war. Back then, he'd been a homeless, easily-bullied fraidy-catbot just trying to scrape by between semesters at the university he'd conned his way into, avoiding the bounty hunters looking to snag the runaway slave and haul his aft back to the mines he'd barely escaped from.
He really didn't like being reminded of those days.
But he was here to make a delivery. He'd questioned this project from the start, but it'd also intrigued him too much to turn it down without "better reason". But then the mech had wanted to meet him here for the exchange once he'd done. Soooo not a good idea. But the mech was paying really good credits for it - or so he'd promised - so . . . here he was. Having to remind himself to straighten up, hold up his head, show more confidence than he was feeling instead of try to slink through, shoulders hunched, head
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augh, I pop up from workload for air every few days, sorry.derpjack_ftwMay 4 2011, 18:52:05 UTC
The first thing that Wheeljack registers is the sight of the very large mech looking straight at him and waving. And it's not the one he's looking for.
Oh, Primus...
Oh! It's Grimlock!
Relieved, he hurries straight over. Others might be hesitant at just walking unguardedly straight up to a Dinobot - especially the powerful, temperamental T-rex leader - but the inventor has no such misgivings. They're his creations, after all. Okay, so "this" Grimlock isn't, but still...
He offers a hand as he gets within reach. "Grimlock! Fancy meetin' you here. How ya doin', pal?"
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His head turns slightly to give the briefest of courtesies of actually looking at her. Oh. This one. The one who seemed to like that... song he did in the midst of that fight a couple weeks ago. Then again, the whole arena loved it.
"Business," he says, brusquely. "You sure humans allowed in zones this far down?"
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But she can manage that.
She smirks. "Allowed? Nobody tells me where I can't go. ...unless they really want me to go there just to prove 'em wrong."
She leans over the table. "So, how's Axiom treatin' you?"
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Disobeying orders just because they're orders... that's a very Dinobot attitude to have.
"Mnuh. Place is nice, comfortable slave pit. But it better than death," he responds, in a dark tone.
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He really didn't like being reminded of those days.
But he was here to make a delivery. He'd questioned this project from the start, but it'd also intrigued him too much to turn it down without "better reason". But then the mech had wanted to meet him here for the exchange once he'd done. Soooo not a good idea. But the mech was paying really good credits for it - or so he'd promised - so . . . here he was. Having to remind himself to straighten up, hold up his head, show more confidence than he was feeling instead of try to slink through, shoulders hunched, head ( ... )
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Which is why Grimlock decides it's probably for the best to let these vultures know that 'Jack's got backup.
Seeing as how he towers over most mechs, Grimlock's raised hand to wave the nerd over should be quick to catch his attention.
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Oh, Primus...
Oh! It's Grimlock!
Relieved, he hurries straight over. Others might be hesitant at just walking unguardedly straight up to a Dinobot - especially the powerful, temperamental T-rex leader - but the inventor has no such misgivings. They're his creations, after all. Okay, so "this" Grimlock isn't, but still...
He offers a hand as he gets within reach. "Grimlock! Fancy meetin' you here. How ya doin', pal?"
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"Been better. Been worse. What you doing in place like this, Wheeljack?" The firm implication that it's not safe for eggheads here.
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