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@voxviperidae
Ooh. Hello, officer.
…Hello, citizen. Do you need something?
*That gets her quiet, but only for a minute or two.*
So… *Nods to his pelvic plates.* Do those lights work?
*He stares at her. Facial plates giving nothing away as he hopes to appear unimpressed.*
That’s really none of your concern. Let’s go.
*An astrosecond later, she slips her arm from his grasp and takes off running, looking over her shoulder at him.*
It is now!
Ooh. Hello, officer.
…Hello, citizen. Do you need something?
*Goes along with it— mostly because the grip on her arm is tight, and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t like it. Besides, going to jail isn’t a new experience for her.*
Oooh. Going back to your place, huh? Maybe you are going to be fun.
*Well this seems to be going horribly. He’s slightly disturbed by that last comment.*
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No. I’m not fun. In fact, I could just hand you off to another bot if I preferred, unless you come quietly.
*That gets her quiet, but only for a minute or two.*
So... *Nods to his pelvic plates.* Do those lights work?
Ooh. Hello, officer.
…Hello, citizen. Do you need something?
… W-Wait. What?
*With an exaggerated groan, she sits on the ground.* Figures. I get wasted, and the very first officer I find is the biggest afthole in Iacon. Great.
*He raises a brow at the femme. An ‘afthole’?*
You’d honestly expect another officer to act any differently? *He moves to grab her by the arm and haul her back up to her feet.* Come on, you’re coming with me back to the station.
*Goes along with it-- mostly because the grip on her arm is tight, and she'll be damned if she doesn't like it. Besides, going to jail isn't a new experience for her.*
Oooh. Going back to your place, huh? Maybe you are going to be fun.
Ooh. Hello, officer.
…Hello, citizen. Do you need something?
*Wavers a little on her pedes. Maybe just a little overcharged on high grade.*
Mmm— I need an escort. Do you do escort missions, officer?
*Observes her stance, easily recognizing some signs of inebriation.*
I can escort you to lockup for public intoxication, if that’s what you mean.
... W-Wait. What?
*With an exaggerated groan, she sits on the ground.* Figures. I get wasted, and the very first officer I find is the biggest afthole in Iacon. Great.
Ooh. Hello, officer.
…Hello, citizen. Do you need something?
*Wavers a little on her pedes. Maybe just a little overcharged on high grade.*
Mmm-- I need an escort. Do you do escort missions, officer?
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voxviperidae got stuck in the web.
Hmmm, strange signal for a strange ‘bot. The contact image barely revealed any detail of the new guest and, to make things worse, they didn’t show any sign to be friendly.
Decepticon or mercenary, scrap.
::And you are?:: she asked, faking some laziness. Better not let them know she’s alert.
Viper's doorwings twitched in surprise as she received the unknown comm signal. Whoever was speaking sounded disinterested in even talking to her. More than just a little offended, the Decepticon's hip-wheels spun in irritation.
::I'm Viper,:: She answered curtly. ::Who are you supposed to be?::
"Decepticon and proud,” Viper answered, crossing her arms over her scarred chestplate.
"You’re a Seeker," The femme pointed out. "Are you part of a trine?"
"No, I’m a medic." Her wings lowers as the other spoke Decepticon and proud, but she made no comment. "What is you station in the army, may I ask?"
Viper noticed the subtle movement of the medic's wings. Though she wasn't one of them, she knew that the wings were a Seeker's number one tell. Too bad she still didn't understand exactly what the body language meant.
"Recon infantry," She replied. "But really, I go where I'm needed. The Decepticon army isn't as..." Viper struggled to search for the right word. One that wouldn't be quite so treacherous. "Well, they're certainly not as numerous as they used to be."
"You keep this Love Thing, Love Child, Love Toy!”
insecticon-hardshell started following you
Oh, scrap.
*Lifts her hands in a placating gesture.* Easy now, buddy. No need to eat me, right? I’m not very tasty at all. Really.
"I do not eat people", he replied coldly. "I do not eat my own kind either. However, scrapping your face beyond recognition is something you should be concerned about. Designation, quickly." His patience was running thin already.
She cringed, not at all prepared for the kind of punishment that Insecticons were known to dish out. Even her battlemask wouldn't protect her faceplates from the kind of beating that this thing had in store for her.
"My name is Viper," The Decepticon answered quickly. "I, uh, I'm... I come in peace?"
dimensionalfragmenteliminator started following you
That sure is a lot of red, baby. *Eyes the other femme curiously.* Better not let Knock Out catch you. He’ll get jealous.
She huffed. “Better get used ta me bein’ a femme, because I’ll turn back any minute now…” She folded both arms across her chest armor then frowned a tad. Good thing he was under amnesia, otherwise he’d be already participating in femmeslash.
That caught Viper's attention. "I'm sorry-- What?" She asked, tilting her helm. The Decepticon didn't really understand. "Turn back into what?"
I’m too young to feel this old
voxviperidae spotted!
Something about this femme was bit off… or maybe it was Ringtones natural distrust for femmes right on the bat. Non the less, he was going to be any less friendlier for her then for anyone else!
"Hello miss!"
Viper’s helm swiveled to face this new mech, and she was silent for several seconds as she looked the other Cybertronian up and down. Shrewd optics calculated the threat that this stranger could pose to her if she provoked him the wrong way.
"… Oh. Hello,” She finally replied. “Who are you supposed to be?”
"Twowheeler, adopted son of Oceanus, "abomination", transformer born in Earth, and proud member of Hells Pits - Ringtone is the designation.", Ring took proudish stance, then making more innocent and happy look. Yeah the name "abomination" didn’t weight much on him anymore… "Ring for short though. Who you’d be?"
All of Ringtone’s titles did little to esteem himself in Viper’s optics. She did, however, recognize the mention of Oceanus. That meant she would have to be careful; antagonizing his adopted son would not go over well with the Predacon, that was certain.
"I see, I see…” She drawled. “My name is Viper. Did you know I’m working with your father?”
Most of Ringtones “titles” were said as joke - who the heck would take “two-wheeler” as title? Nah, he was proud of what he was, atleast somewhat, but only things that were actually worth mentioning was being adopted and being part of the Hells Pit… "Eh? You are? So you’re an ally?", he questioned then, tilting helm and looking up at Viper. If this was true… Youngling took couple good sniffs at her. Anyone who was close to his dad should be save, but Ring wanted to make sure - he wouldn’t allow Oceanus to get hurt if he could do anything about it.
"Yes, I--" She paused mid-sentence as she realized the young mech was sniffing her. Viper's doorwings twitched from their folded position on her back. What the Pit was this mech doing? She regarded him with an icy stare, now crossing her arms over her chestplate in an expression of reservedness.
".. I am," She finally continued. "We worked out an arrangement. I provide him with all of the raw metals and materials he desires... And he fights for me." It was technically untrue; Oceanus would be employed by the Decepticons as a whole, not Viper personally.
But a little embellishment never hurt.
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[TEXT:] Dddoc. Im gonna do it. I'm gnna touch ur BUTT
::U slaggin tru and I’m gonna cut offf yer servo an weld it too ur face platessss::
[TEXT:] Docc
[TEXT:] Ddooc pls
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[TEXT:] Dddoc. Im gonna do it. I'm gnna touch ur BUTT
::U slaggin tru and I’m gonna cut offf yer servo an weld it too ur face platessss::
[TEXT:] Docc [TEXT:] Ddooc pls
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