Dinner For Two [Closed]

[knight4darkness]

who ; The Grand Councilwoman, Nemesis Prime
what ; The Grand Councilwoman has invited Nemesis Prime to dinner. She wants to know him better. Nemesis is wondering if she is secretly trying to kill him.
where ; Some fancy-schmancy cafe
when ; Around 8PMish? The day after thist post
warning(s) ; how does robot socialize with politician

Comments

[universal_boss]

The Grand Councilwoman was sitting on the patio belonging to the cafe she'd said she would be waiting at, so her voice carried out into the street.

"I didn't know they offered wine at Cafes here. Which do you recommend then? No audio outputs? Fine, just nod. Red or white? Both? Really?" There was a pause. She was obviously speaking to someone, and therefore not alone.

"I think I'll just have a tea then. Any one, I don't care."

She'd come early of course; it would have been rude to make Convoy wait.

[knight4darkness]

Well, that was easy enough. With them both here, there was only so much reason to wait any longer. Might as well get this over with...

Without further ado, Nemesis came to a stop on the street before the table, flicking his outside speakers on.

"Grand Councilwoman?"

He could have simply transformed before her to introduce himself, but...this served as both seeking confirmation, and a way of altering her to her presence. Transforming first could be a bit surprising until she recognized it was him.

[universal_boss]

The tall alien waved away the robot that was trying to serve her and turned her head to the vehicle.

Was Convoy inside the thing?

"Yes. Convoy I presume?"

[knight4darkness]

"You presume correctly."

There, that should be enough. He rolled back a few inches, and then transformed.

Metal shifted and split away from itself, pivoting on hidden joints and servos and locking in to new positions. From this mass, a bipedal shape formed, stepping first on one foot and then the other as rear wheels locked in to place behind them. Seats formed in to arm-cannons that stayed visibly sheathed as he flexed his arms, his doors moving slightly on his shoulders almost like wings. His now-visible head turned to lock its red optics on the Grand Councilwoman, brightening slightly as they focused and performed a few quick scans upon her.

"Convoy Super Black, of the Alternity's Convoy Corps."

There was nothing to gain from hiding that from her, and it could double as a more formal introduction. And if anyone saw him transform, well...

...let them.