[RL with Vanessa - hungreeee )8]

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True to his word, as Blackout was with surprising frequency for a Decepticon, he stayed in one spot while he waited for the worldhopper to bring Vanessa Buckingham to him. He'd managed to stumble his way into the nearest human habitation since finding himself organic once again this morning--which had been the reason he'd looked so drawn, talking

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"You say that like it isn't justified of its own merit," he said, just a little bit archly. "My Lord's methods are justified. They are also....ruthless. Unflinching. Unforgiving. And so we are labeled cruel. Insane." He laughed.

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"......" He scowled again, batting her hand away before it could reach his chin. He didn't even want to touch that comparison, not that it was the first time he'd been so paralleled with a human. Of course, Blackout didn't remember Guy of Gisborne; as far as he knew, this was the first time, and he didn't particularly like it.

"Fleshlings around me tend to die messily, Vanessa Buckingham," he muttered, looking away.

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Nope, he couldn't. Or, more accurately, he recognized the subtle change in the tint of her face, but he had no idea what it meant, and little desire to demonstrate his ignorance of the human condition by asking.

"...Very well, Vanessa," he said, glancing down at her. There was a pause, then, with the tiniest little upquirk of his lips, he said, "I think you would be the odd one out, should you ever find yourself among my peers."

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"That would be precisely it, yes," he said, chuckling.

His eyes dropped to her legs as she tucked them up against her chest like that, and he couldn't help being impressed, which surely showed on his face. There were many things Blackout was in his proper form, but flexible was not one of them.

"They're, ah... Quite impressive, yes." He has no idea what he's talking about.

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"...Sexy," he repeated blankly. He was aware of the definition of the word, but the connotations escaped him. He had no idea what sexy was to so, so many humans.

He eyed her warily, crossing his arms across his chest in an unconsciously defensive gesture. "Fit. Human word of achieving optimal...functional capacity?"

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"I know a few cars who think very highly of themselves," he muttered, half under his breath.

"I understand the point though, I suppose," he added, obviously speaking to her this time. "Maintenance."

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"I know power can be...attractive," he offered guardedly, totally not speaking from his own experience or anything. Except for how he was. "Automobiles are powerful, in their way; I can see how the organics of this world might find them attractive."