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[seesonlyred]

Characters: Mechakara, Judas Liz, and Franky
Time: Shortly after the events of this thread
Location: Mecha and Judas's love nest apartment
Content: Mecha and Judas play with their new toy~
Format: Prose
Warnings: Violence, creepiness

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[itsasecretmecha]

The nightmares may have finally eased off on Chicago's captive citizens, but the empty unconscious of one particularly captive citizen wasn't all that much better. Especially when he had nothing all that great to come awake to.

There wasn't long for Franky to be confused as consciousness set in; the man knew his body, and he could feel in an instant that it was not right. Quickly, the memory came back; the girl, Hat's copy, and a fight he really should have won in the first place. It wasn't hard at all to figure from there why he was pinned down. Fuel systems drained and still hazy from his venture into unconsciousness, he didn't think he could try and break his bonds. Yet.

Still hanging still and quiet, Franky opened his eyes and let his gaze fall on the filthy scavenger picking apart his arm. Disgust and rage boiled, in equal parts at the robot and at himself. "What a tool," Franky grunted. "Can't you do anything yourself?"

[iron_traitor]

At the sound of the cyborg's voice, Judas Liz strolled over to Mechakara's side, sipping on one of the cola bottles raided from Franky's stomach with a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Awww, isn't he so cute like this?" she teased, reaching out and pinching Franky's cheek. Her nails dug hard into his skin. She looked him over a moment before turning to face Mechakara, setting a hand and her head playfully on his shoulder and stroking his arm as she peered up at him with wide eyes.

"Can we keep him, Pollo? Pleeeeeeaase?" she cooed, much in the manner of a small child who just found a stray kitten on the way home from school, right down to the way she pouted her lips and batted her eyelashes at the android. But there was a sarcasm in her face as she said it. She already knew what Mechakara's answer was; this was all just for show. This was her first chance all night to properly taunt someone, and dammit she was going to take it.

[seesonlyred]

Mechakara glanced up from his work as Franky began to stir. The cyborg's words merely brought a grin to his face. "Of course," he replied, stepping back to look Franky properly in the eyes. "You're here, after all. Though it was considerably less of a challenge than I'd imagined." Disdain and amusement dripped from the robot's voice; he had the upper hand here, and they both knew it.

Judas's approach only widened his smirk. The woman may have gotten herself injured on a near-constant basis this evening, but the cola was a delightfully cruel touch. His eyes flicked to her in a moment of surprise, and possibly a little disgust, when she began to hang on him, but the taunt was more than satisfying enough to make up for the contact. Mechakara had been rather short on victories himself since he'd come to Chicago, and he was going to enjoy this one.

"Of course," he replied, tilting his head to view Franky with a rather proprietary glint. "I know how you humans enjoy your little pets."

[itsasecretmecha]

"You didn't manage any of that," Franky grunted back. If the magic of this city hadn't been working against him, he would have won that battle. He was sure of that much.

But complaining about it wouldn't change the fact that he was here, now, and more important was figuring out how to get out of it. The slimy little girl came up, sipping on his cola, and Franky made a face at her; not anger so much as bewilderment. Most people didn't like the idea of robotic organ backwash in their drinks. Whelp, maybe she'd choke on it.

Had she kept her hand near his face an instant longer, Franky would have bit it off. This whole thing was really pretty pathetic. These guys were disgustingly cheesy about this whole villain thing, it was kind of gross. "Listen, I ain't in much the mood for witty banter. That's more of Hat's thing." He gave a humorless smirk. "But from what I can tell, that knocks off another thing on the list he's better'n you at.

"I ain't one for wasting time, here. You wanna cut to the chase?"