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"Well that was a dramatic entrance." | @hottest-ride

First Meeting Themed Starter Sentences | Still accepting

"Uh huh," Killstreak grunts, flatly unamused. His rifle does not lower from where it's pointed squarely at Rodimus's chassis. He's holding it in his upper set of arms, his lower set still free to react quickly if he has to.

"Don't know who you are or what you want," he points out, his tone level. "Rather be dramatic than too slow."

[datashrike]

@hottest-ride has logged on...

Haughty music blared. A beat that never wound down or faded, setting a background for a roiling pot of greed and sin that never slept. The name and location was one of the closest kept secrets in the galaxy and yet it was CONSTANTLY full. Constantly noisy, constantly smoky, constantly stank, and was always, constantly rich.

The place was a meeting point for some of the worst things the galaxy had to offer. Living beings were sold here, died here, traded here, hired here, killed here. Countless had made their fortunes here, and countless more had lost it all, including their lives.

It was where Lockdown and his team lingered most often. Where he did BUSINESS. And right now, that business was ripe. The bar he lounged in now was a bit more secluded if only because his sort of work required a certain sort of person, and they were never here to party. Nah. Lockdown handled the dirty slag. Bounty work. Merc work.

He and his team were top of the game, too.

And right now he was browsing only the top posts. Bounties and jobs that were so dangerous and anonymous, often times they just contained a target name and a PRICE.

And right now, he was looking at the cream of the crop. Fragging TARN was up, for more shanix than the hunter had ever earned in one setting before.

Interesting.

There was just ONE other who was looking at the same board...and Lockdown almost SNORTED at him.

"...is that slag really painted on?"

[normal-noodle-guy]

@hottest-ride

"Can you please put me down?"

[sp01lerwarn1ng]

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"I know youse is more knowledgeable about earth things than I am. So tell me, what's ah, 'fish'?" | @hottest-ride

"Oh!" Hot Rod's expression brightens slightly. "They're, like... tokens, I guess? For a competition--or I guess it's more of a scavenger hunt. You use a fishing rod, which has been decorated to attract fish, and if you successfully attract one you reel it in with the rod, and most of the time it's just, you know. A regular fish. Sometimes they've got a gold scale or a platinum tooth or something--just something funky you've gotta look carefully for--and that means you've caught a winner! What you win depends on where you are; it varies from place to place. So, you call your local Fish and Wildlife organization and they'll send someone to prove you've got a winner, and then you get whatever the prize is. In either case, people can throw the fish back or, like, eat it or whatever. A lot of people get the winners stuffed and mounted as trophies."

[lemonspens]

🗡 (for sg megs perhaps? 👉👈)

⠀ send 🗡 to hold a blade to my muse's throat for their reaction.ᐟ

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⠀ ( megatron found his optics widening, yet his stance did not change . he still stood tall and proud despite the sharp blade nearly nicking at his neck cabling . he can only let himself glance down just once before he's letting his vision return to the bot whose servo held onto the blade pointed at him . )

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⠀ ' so you have finally come for me . '

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[sp01lerwarn1ng]

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Roddy carefully draws a mustache on Hot Rods face while he's recharging | @hottest-ride

Hot Rod mumbles and rolls over in his recharge and winds up slapping Rodimus in the face with one of his spoiler wings.

[viciousbite]

"You'se is lucky dat cut wasn't deeper"

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 // @hottest-ride

Clawed digits dragged over torn metal, and picked up drops of spilled energon with them. A cut ran through the side of his waist to half way through his abdominal plates, with black and purple plating ripped open to bare his protoform for all to see. Looked worse than it was. Shallow, but deep enough to drive out energon.

"Mmh, guess that's my forever fortunate trait, lucky." Darkfang growled out in response, the sarcasm failing to stay in like always as those digits dug into the gap of the open mesh. A harsh way to check no bigger fuel lines got cut, but pain's no bother no matter the hisses the Snake let out.

"Did you want me to give you a matching cut or something?"

[sp01lerwarn1ng]

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"And for youse who lives in delusion, how's it feel looking like a dumbass everywhere ya go?" | @hottest-ride

Crash the hell out sentence starters | Still accepting

"Well, I don't look like you, so at least I always know it could be worse."