who ; Knock Out and ~you~ what ; KO decided to park his fine aft in a public area for trolling purposes when ; todayish, unless otherwise specified where ; Kurzweil (Residential Zone 01) warning(s) ; tbd
Working on creating an entire army of Insecticons was far more difficult than the scientist had wanted. Sure he'd done it before, however the reasoning had not been the same. Different methods were required and he only had so much time in the day when he was able to do work.
Returning from his work he had hardly expected to see a car parked near transport. Given the station's population it was likely one of his species. No one really had vehicles like that, not on the station. And it was unlikely that if someone did, they would have just left it by the teleporter.
One of his species... Likely Knock Out given the colour scheme.
Very casually Shockwave makes his way up to the car, gently leaning against it.
It's vaguely tempting just to not answer, to play the part of a parked car, but there's really no point in trying to deceive one of his own species. Besides, he's spoken with Shockwave before, and he has nothing against the scientist. He doesn't seem to be anyt threat.
Which is a little funny, considering the reputation his world's Shockwave has.
"Oh, you're no fun," Knock Out sighs boredly, engine purring to life as his systems start up, headlights flashing.
"Fun has never been a concept I have quite grasped." Even with people attempting to teach it to him. It didn't make sense, and no matter the explanation it was always illogial. Frag, he didn't even know what fun felt like, there was no way he'd be able to be fun unless that had happened.
Shockwave merely shrugs, paying little attention to the fact that Knock Out was starting his systems back up. "I was heading home. Just finished some studying, nothing you would find interesting."
At least it was unlikely that the Decepticon would be interested in bugs. Perhaps he'd have some interest in what Shockwave planned on doing with said bugs, but he wasn't about to inform Knock Out to that.
"I think a better question would be why are you parked here?"
"I was trying to meet the locals, but now you've gone and made things awkward."
There's an annoyed sigh from Knock Out, then the driver-side door abruptly unlocks and swings open.
"Get in, before you blow my cover."
Nothing says 'something isn't right here' like an oddly colored humanoid carrying on a conversation with a sports car, after all. At least chauffeuring Shockwave around would be slightly more interesting that sitting parked.
If there's one thing Parker can't possibly resist, it's an unattended, expensive-looking car.
Well, actually, there's much more than just one thing on the list of things that Parker is utterly unable to resist, but cars like this are firmly near the top. She actually stops just to stare at it, swinging down from a nearby rooftop to circle the car admiringly, examining it from every angle. If it's not brand new, its owner must work very hard to keep it looking that way, because there's not a scratch or a spot of dull paint on the entire thing.
She bends her head to look underneath, then glances around the empty street, looking for any sign of said owner. When no one appears, she reaches out, just trailing her fingers lightly along the hood.
Knock Out is good at playing the part of an unattended vehicle. He simply sits there, letting the human admire him, soaking up the attention, until he feels the contact of her fingers on his hood.
Well, if she's going to get handsy...
There's a soft click as his doors unlock, although he doesn't power on any of his other systems quite yet. First he wants to see if she'll take the bait.
She's just pulling her hand back from the hood, her eyes still riveted on the car, when she hears that click. There's no mistaking it, and Parker freezes, not moving her head but darting her eyes this way and that, trying to catch sight of whoever's controlling it. There's no one in view, and she turns her head, slowly and carefully, looking for anyone behind.
There's no one in sight of course, just Parker and the apparently unattended vehicle. Nothing suspicious to be seen in any direction, and certainly no sign of anyone or anything that might be controlling the car.
Now Joe was happy with his bike. He really was. He much preferred motorcycles to cars due to the added risk and the feel of the wind. However, even he could not deny this was a nice car.
Joe had been taking a walk when he spotted the car and, after checking to make sure no one is around who it might belong to, walks over to get a closer look. Yep, it's still a very nice car even up close. "Wonder who made it? Can't be from the Junkyard."
At first Knock Out is perfectly happy just to sit still and enjoy the attention, soaking up the appreciative gaze, relishing it. He recognizes the voice, vaguely, from the network as the one who was ever so interested in some junky motorbike he'd found in Zone 00. Funny that he seems so interested in Knock Out now, but then again who wouldn't find him eye-catching?
The mention of the Junkyard makes him snort, however, the curt noise emanating from his radio.
Joe jumps at the sudden sound from the car's radio. "Huh. Must be a problem with it's radio." He shakes his head and looks in through the window. "Now what kinda person would get a car like this and not make sure it's workin' right." Joe tried to the door, if someone wasn't going to make sure a car like this was working properly, he would.
Oh. Oh. Did someone just imply he was faulty in some way?
Bitch it is on now.
At the touch to his door Knock Out immediately unlocks, the door swinging open smoothly under Joe's hand. Come on skinjob, take the bait and get inside...
Camille is on her way back from a supplier, carrying a bag of bread flour under each arm. She's in a sort of humanoid cat form right now, and when she spots the car she actually purrs and saunters over to it.
"Well aren't you a pretty thing!"
She rubs her chin and leans down to look in the driver's window. She's not really a car person, but she's been wanting to try her hand at replicating vehicles and things with moving parts.
She pats the hood fondly. "Hmmm...I wonder if I can eat you before your owner notices..."
She looks around. No one's in sight, and a twitch of her kitty nose tells her there's pretty much no one around.
Hm.
Well, a lick won't hurt.
So yeah, she leans down, sniffs the hood and gives it a good lick. Ooooh, delicious car paint and metal!
Well, cat people aren't exactly the strangest thing he's seen, but it's definitely up there. Knock Out's more concerned with her lack of proper appreciation than anything else and--
Did she just--
"Did you just lick me?"
He's more horrified at the thought of possible saliva streaks than he is at any sort of social taboos being breached. Spit streaks? On his chassis? Intolerable!
It's the kind of car that begs attention, really. Even Natasha, who is hardly like to steal a vehicle, pauses on her way past to look at it. And wonder just who leaves such a thing out like that. It's foolish. It's asking for trouble.
So she veers off course to walk a slow circle around the car, not touching, just observing it. And wondering just who owned this and cared little enough about it to leave on the side of the road like an abandoned toy.
Ah, adoring public. Knock Out is unashamedly proud of his alt form, and the attention of a rather well put-together passerby is just another reason to feel smug.
Of course, there's only so long he can idly soak it up. It's not long before he starts his engine with a roar and a purr, flashing his headlights. He doesn't say anything, not yet, just puts on this little display for her benefit.
She runs a fingertip across the driver's side door handle. There's no one approaching, nor anyone in the windows that she can see. So how is the motor running?
Let her think what she wants about his 'automatic start,' but that touch along his door handle is far too tempting. With a soft click he unlocks his doors, hoping she'll take the bait.
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Returning from his work he had hardly expected to see a car parked near transport. Given the station's population it was likely one of his species. No one really had vehicles like that, not on the station. And it was unlikely that if someone did, they would have just left it by the teleporter.
One of his species... Likely Knock Out given the colour scheme.
Very casually Shockwave makes his way up to the car, gently leaning against it.
"Hello."
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Which is a little funny, considering the reputation his world's Shockwave has.
"Oh, you're no fun," Knock Out sighs boredly, engine purring to life as his systems start up, headlights flashing.
"What are you doing out here?"
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Shockwave merely shrugs, paying little attention to the fact that Knock Out was starting his systems back up. "I was heading home. Just finished some studying, nothing you would find interesting."
At least it was unlikely that the Decepticon would be interested in bugs. Perhaps he'd have some interest in what Shockwave planned on doing with said bugs, but he wasn't about to inform Knock Out to that.
"I think a better question would be why are you parked here?"
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There's an annoyed sigh from Knock Out, then the driver-side door abruptly unlocks and swings open.
"Get in, before you blow my cover."
Nothing says 'something isn't right here' like an oddly colored humanoid carrying on a conversation with a sports car, after all. At least chauffeuring Shockwave around would be slightly more interesting that sitting parked.
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Well, actually, there's much more than just one thing on the list of things that Parker is utterly unable to resist, but cars like this are firmly near the top. She actually stops just to stare at it, swinging down from a nearby rooftop to circle the car admiringly, examining it from every angle. If it's not brand new, its owner must work very hard to keep it looking that way, because there's not a scratch or a spot of dull paint on the entire thing.
She bends her head to look underneath, then glances around the empty street, looking for any sign of said owner. When no one appears, she reaches out, just trailing her fingers lightly along the hood.
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Well, if she's going to get handsy...
There's a soft click as his doors unlock, although he doesn't power on any of his other systems quite yet. First he wants to see if she'll take the bait.
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"Hello?"
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Joe had been taking a walk when he spotted the car and, after checking to make sure no one is around who it might belong to, walks over to get a closer look. Yep, it's still a very nice car even up close. "Wonder who made it? Can't be from the Junkyard."
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The mention of the Junkyard makes him snort, however, the curt noise emanating from his radio.
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Bitch it is on now.
At the touch to his door Knock Out immediately unlocks, the door swinging open smoothly under Joe's hand. Come on skinjob, take the bait and get inside...
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"Well aren't you a pretty thing!"
She rubs her chin and leans down to look in the driver's window. She's not really a car person, but she's been wanting to try her hand at replicating vehicles and things with moving parts.
She pats the hood fondly. "Hmmm...I wonder if I can eat you before your owner notices..."
She looks around. No one's in sight, and a twitch of her kitty nose tells her there's pretty much no one around.
Hm.
Well, a lick won't hurt.
So yeah, she leans down, sniffs the hood and gives it a good lick. Ooooh, delicious car paint and metal!
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Did she just--
"Did you just lick me?"
He's more horrified at the thought of possible saliva streaks than he is at any sort of social taboos being breached. Spit streaks? On his chassis? Intolerable!
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"Ohohoho, well done, well done, got one over on me, even! Veeeery clever! I'm not easy to fool, you know, hu hu hu!"
She folds her arms and puts on a mock pout. "But if you can talk, I guess that means I can't eat you. Fooey! You tasted good~"
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So she veers off course to walk a slow circle around the car, not touching, just observing it. And wondering just who owned this and cared little enough about it to leave on the side of the road like an abandoned toy.
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Of course, there's only so long he can idly soak it up. It's not long before he starts his engine with a roar and a purr, flashing his headlights. He doesn't say anything, not yet, just puts on this little display for her benefit.
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She runs a fingertip across the driver's side door handle. There's no one approaching, nor anyone in the windows that she can see. So how is the motor running?
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