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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Grim trusts the Wreckergal to work her way out of that little indignity. If she survives in the pits, she can handle that. Besides, he's not about to show any kind of vulnerability like concern for a squishie in front of this stranger.
While it's true that Verity is trying to find someone to get her back in the Arena, she'd be pretty peeved if Grimlock didn't think she was capable of defeating a fraggin' ~space poncho~.
Plus, Verity is a bit of an...acquirer. And this is an awfully nice piece o' poncho.
Uhhhh, once she got it properly drycleaned.
"Nice toxic gas attack, Rockhead," she mumbles from under the stuff, beginning to fold it up. "Make a sweet tent. Thanks."
She's just going to edge a bit closer between you and Grimlock.
"Yeah, get down to brass tacks, Inkyfais. We're kinda busy so make it fast. "
sorry for the delay. >.<hunter_for_hireMay 7 2011, 18:18:04 UTC
He gives Verity a 'that poncho ain't a gift' glare then continues to track her ballsy movements from the corner of his optic.
"What do I want?" He props an elbow behind the girl, bulky fingers interfering with her folding process. He doesn't like fold creases in his precious poncho.
"Just curious is all." No harm spitting out the truth here. "You coulda gone to any waterin' hole, yet you picked the one with a particular reputation. Why?"
Grimlock just levels that glare he can somehow make with such an expressionless face at Lockdown.
"Me business is not your business," he states, clearly.
"But me looking for Cytorrak." Slaggit. The name of the proprietor... the guy who's rumored to deal in bounty hunting business here... what was it? "Carnovak. Crimblemock. Cryotek. Whatever."
If it ain't a gift, Verity's stealing it, Lockdown. She's got no problems being a little...light in the fingers.
She jerks the poncho out from under Neon Ugly's elbow, hoping he'll faceplant onto the table. Which she'd follow up with a swift pulse blast to the---oh frag. She doesn't have her suit here.
Life sucks.
But then you get a poncho!
But enough about him. "So, you slip anyone a little cash? I mean, he ain't gonna come out and ask for an autograph, Grimmums. Got to grease a few wheels, ya know?"
Lockdown is not good with names, but he knows exactly who Grimlock's talking about, which means this dinobot could be moving in on the hunter's turf....Yanno, if he actually had a bounty hunting turf in Axiom Nexus.
"I know the guy." He feigns disinterest, fingers tugging at the poncho, trying to claim it as his own again, only to have it yanked from beneath his supporting elbow, causing a near face-plant.
He recovers quickly then shoots a glare to the girl, upper lip curling into a sneer. He's about to bark in retaliation but his words are cut off when she speaks, addressing the mighty dinobot as if he was her pet.
This bird really does have balls of steel.
"Grimmums?" He restores his composure, raising an optic ridge to the arena fighter. "Girl's gotta point, Grimmums. You got an in?"
Oh Grimmy, that's not how nicknames work. You're stuck with what sticks! And the more you glower, the harder Grimmums is sticking.
Verity would pay to see that little surgery, honestly. She'd actually like to watch it all snuggled up in her *space poncho* fort. Which she is fondling right now. MMMMM space poncho.
"Yeah, your rep's pretty hot, Grims. But so's the mech you're lookin' for. This isn't about respect as much as protocol. I mean, he ain't gonna just bounce out here. It's gamesmanship. You gotta show a little leg."
"He might bounce out here if Jurassic Jaws goes for my throat." [He smiles at the thought of a good ol' fashioned bar brawl.] "Nothin' like a rowdy ruckus to surface the management."
As Verity's hands steadily work his poncho, he gives her a slow once over, noticing how much less clothing she has on than most squishies he'd seen (the tattooed cat chick being the exception).
"Betchu know all about showing some leg there, Toots."
"Grimlock's got better things to do than mess you up, Flockdown." Yeah her nickname abilities were on the fritz, but eh, you don't deserve her best effort.
"You gotta problem with how I dress, robosexist?" Seriously. Like Pyro, even to the ego. Bet this one thought he was gonna die a hero, too.
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Instead, he cuts through the banter.
"What you want, Lockdown?"
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Plus, Verity is a bit of an...acquirer. And this is an awfully nice piece o' poncho.
Uhhhh, once she got it properly drycleaned.
"Nice toxic gas attack, Rockhead," she mumbles from under the stuff, beginning to fold it up. "Make a sweet tent. Thanks."
She's just going to edge a bit closer between you and Grimlock.
"Yeah, get down to brass tacks, Inkyfais. We're kinda busy so make it fast. "
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"What do I want?" He props an elbow behind the girl, bulky fingers interfering with her folding process. He doesn't like fold creases in his precious poncho.
"Just curious is all." No harm spitting out the truth here. "You coulda gone to any waterin' hole, yet you picked the one with a particular reputation. Why?"
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"Me business is not your business," he states, clearly.
"But me looking for Cytorrak." Slaggit. The name of the proprietor... the guy who's rumored to deal in bounty hunting business here... what was it? "Carnovak. Crimblemock. Cryotek. Whatever."
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She jerks the poncho out from under Neon Ugly's elbow, hoping he'll faceplant onto the table. Which she'd follow up with a swift pulse blast to the---oh frag. She doesn't have her suit here.
Life sucks.
But then you get a poncho!
But enough about him. "So, you slip anyone a little cash? I mean, he ain't gonna come out and ask for an autograph, Grimmums. Got to grease a few wheels, ya know?"
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"I know the guy." He feigns disinterest, fingers tugging at the poncho, trying to claim it as his own again, only to have it yanked from beneath his supporting elbow, causing a near face-plant.
He recovers quickly then shoots a glare to the girl, upper lip curling into a sneer. He's about to bark in retaliation but his words are cut off when she speaks, addressing the mighty dinobot as if he was her pet.
This bird really does have balls of steel.
"Grimmums?" He restores his composure, raising an optic ridge to the arena fighter. "Girl's gotta point, Grimmums. You got an in?"
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"Say that again, me carve out your vocorder."
His glare is firmly on the other mech, but maybe Verity will get the hint, too. Or at least not use that particular pet name around other roughnecks.
"Me Grimlock and me reputation precedes me. Should be grease enough, if Craponok want jobs done right. He get grease enough from commissions."
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Verity would pay to see that little surgery, honestly. She'd actually like to watch it all snuggled up in her *space poncho* fort. Which she is fondling right now. MMMMM space poncho.
"Yeah, your rep's pretty hot, Grims. But so's the mech you're lookin' for. This isn't about respect as much as protocol. I mean, he ain't gonna just bounce out here. It's gamesmanship. You gotta show a little leg."
Well, figuratively speaking.
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As Verity's hands steadily work his poncho, he gives her a slow once over, noticing how much less clothing she has on than most squishies he'd seen (the tattooed cat chick being the exception).
"Betchu know all about showing some leg there, Toots."
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Verity might have a point about protocol, but Lockdown seems to be itching to test him.
"Or if you know him, you can just go get him, like good boy."
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"You gotta problem with how I dress, robosexist?" Seriously. Like Pyro, even to the ego. Bet this one thought he was gonna die a hero, too.
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He also never expected anyone to call him "boy." There was nothing boyish about this bounty hunter.
"How 'bout your big talkin' fan club here," he jutted a thumb to Verity, "go fetch him instead."
Squishysexist maybe, but not boyish.
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"You the one that knows him. Makes it simple."
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"Damn skippy," Verity said, wrapping herself in her sexy new Space Toga. "Put up or shut up, gothbot."
Because, seriously? Who else with the whiteface and that much eyeliner?
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