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((Nooooo problem.
))"Nice t' meet ya, Kara," Kurieo said, shaking the hand. "By the way, I'm curious, what war was Wardog in? I thought the last TF war was, like, thirty Earth-years ago, give or take." "I've heard rumors of an underground movement to restore ze old factions of zat war," Blitzwing commented. "But who vould want to go back to war?"
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"Yeah, she was in the Second Great War of Cybertron," Kara explained sheepishly, turning away. The short girl returned to face the small decepticon and the other female. "If there are any movements to strike the Chords of war again, I'm pretty sure She knows about them and that's probably what's making her act so nice," she pondered absentmindedly. Kara brushed her hands off on the blue jumpsuit she was wearing and gave a small huff.
Kara's curiousity got the better of her for the moment and she began to stare at Blitzwing. She was trying to piece together in her head how he transformed, not exactly a hard feat in Kara's presence. "Um, I think it'd be right if I took you two out for a drink or something, since Wardog was just snapping at you," she said, scratching the back of her neck. |
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((Sorry for not posting sooner, been busy))
Blitzwing turned to his Random aspect and leaned over to whisper to Kurieo. "I think she likes me: She keeps staring!" "Don't mistake curiosity for distraction, BW," Kurieo whispered back. To the girl, "Sure, sure, that'd be fine. As long as it keeps BW out of trouble." She shot a final glance at BW.
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( I think you meant, Curiosity for attraction, right? )
Kara arched a brow at the two, looking down at herself to see if she looked bad or something. She kept looking to see if there was anything wrong with her that could possibly be a reason for the two to be whispering to eachother. She sighed with a shrug and pulled out her driver's cap, putting it on her head at a tilt and making her blonde hair mess up all around it, but it fit her face and frame. "So, what exactly would you two like? It's my treat," Kara said, scratching her arm some from nervousness. |
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((Curiosity for distraction means that Kurieo thinks your girl is really weirded out by Blitzwing))
"Oh, please," Kurieo groaned, covering her face, "Don't ask him--" "Cyber Shake and Steak!!!" Random Blitzwing yelled. ((I hope you don't mind if I cut scenes here, to get things moving)) Cyber Shake and Steak was basically Steak n' Shake done by Transformers. The furniture was usually larger, to support mechs who were old enough to be larger than human sized, and the majority of dishes on the menu had some sort of metal or energon element in them. The tile wall and flooring was done in teal and white, and the booth seats and tables were silver in color. Of course, there was a smaller menu to accomodate human eaters, and Kurieo and Kara got such menus while Blitzwing got the main menu and proceeded to order everything on it. Kurieo held a silent funeral for Kara's wallet and decided that she was going to make Blitzwing pay for his own dang tab. She ordered a simple milkshake before getting down to business. "So," she began, "You say that Wardog is wary of people trying to start another war up, and that's what caused her to act hostile to Blitzwing. Is she some sort of patrol officer or something? 'Cause trust me, Blitzwing doesn't have the attention span to be a soldier in anything." Kurieo didn't even bother looking to her left at Blitzwing as he was having a "sword fight" with himself using his knife and spoon.
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( This is funny. I went to Steak n' shake last night. )
Kara stared long and hard at Blitzwing as he fought himself with his knife and Spoon. "Wouldn't a fork be a better weapon than a spoon?" she blurted out. She blinked a few times before returning to Kurieo's question about Wardog. Kara tilted her head. "Well, she was an old security officer back on Cybertron. Did a lot in the war era from what I understand. She's really good friends with Medic Ratchet and Ironhide is like her brother. She and Optimus Prime don't quite get along though, he always seems to doubt her and Cliffjumper calls her a fanatic..." When Kara realized she was starting to ramble she covered her mouth with her hand. A light pink tinge came to the girl's cheeks and she laughed sheepishly. "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to start going off like that," she finished. She sighed softly and returned her gaze momentarily to Blitzwing. "And you can order anything you'd like really, I'm a lot.. better off.. than I look," she replied. Kara was an engineer and Inventor, she literally had millions in the bank. Kara ordered chicken and a soda and left it at that. "So, I take it Blitzwing is smaller because he is one of the new body designs for fuel conservation on Cybertron?" the blond asked randomly. |
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"Yeah, he is," Kurieo confirmed. "He adopted the smaller body to work here on Earth better, too. He's a business man of somesort, as far as I know. Don't know, don't care. He's also a friend of my father's, my baby-sitter and unofficial guardian while my parents are off on work."
She realizied that she was starting to aim the conversation at herself--and unwanted habit-- and turned it back to Blitzwing. "Oh, and he also kind of wrecked his old body when he ran into a windmill." She inserted a pause for a dramatic humor effect, but sobered it up with an explanation. "He was over-stressed from life at the time, we know that much, and just kind of snapped. We asked around, and as far as some docs know, that's how he got his split personalities. He doesn't remember too much from before the accident, and he's kind of been living with my family ever since. He's weird, but he's a good mech...when he's calm." "Which is hardly ever!" Blitzwing in his Random aspect cackled. "What a time to jump into the conversation, Blitzy," Kurieo sighed, rolling her eyes. Blitzwing's face spun around to the Hot Head aspect, who snapped, "I told you, don't call me Blitzy; I'm not your stupid pet! And you!" He turned his attention to Kara. "You can tell War-shedog to shove a sock up her exhaust port! Just because I look like a Decepticon doesn't mean that I run with those melodramatic coward excuses of science class rockets!"
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Kara listened to Kurieo explain Blitzwing. She knew that with few good adjustments, he could have his mutated chips taken care of. However, she didn't feel like this bot would be himself anymore if that happened. Running into giant sharp objects had a toll. She seemed to have a gentle face up until the point where Blitzwing started to yell at her after snapping at his companion. Her expression was, well, in a lack of better terms deadly. It was like they were talking to a different person. However, Kara didn't have a personality disorder like it might of suggested, she was just really good at hiding her true nature. She picked up one of the knives on the table and threw it at Blitzwing. It soared past his head and the knife embedded into the booth back behind him. Pretty hard throw for a butter knife to do that. "That doesn't give you the right to take it out on me," she replied, her eyes narrowed still, "For one, I'm not going to fight your battles. Wardog was up all night trying to put an end to these rumors of an underground movement to bed. Without her, You very much wouldn't be alive today. So why don't you keep your trap shut before I have to do it for you." Kara's voice never rose in octave, which made it sound even more threatening. She immediately went back to the girl they had met less than seconds later, a big smile on her face.
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Hot Head smirked as he leaned back in his seat, linking his fingers behind his head.
"Not bad, girl, not bad at all," he replied. He switched to his Cold aspect, "My apologize for my out bursts; I can't even predict myself sometimes." Then to his Random aspect; ""It's always a lottery with me! Will you win or will you loose?" As he said that last part, he yanked the butter knife out of the booth and threw it across the room, where it crashed into and smashed some confused Transformers' energon milkshake. The Transformer looked around for the source of the missile, but Blitzwing was already using the girls' menus to make a card house. Kurieo was left shaking her head at Blitzwing. When she had first met Blitzwing, such mood swings had terrified her and made her question her parents' choice of a guardian. But she had learned that no matter how bad it got, unless you truly gave Blitzwing a reason, he wouldn't hurt you. She turned back to Kara. "So..." she said, casting about for a topic, "How'd you and Wardog meet?"
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Kara nearly facepalmed at Blitzwing. "So does that mean I should write bingo numbers on your forehead for each personality?" she asked Random, her left brow arching. It was a deadpanned statement, anyone listening would've probably had to try hard to keep from having a gigglefit. Kara knew she was having a hard time keeping a straight face. If the comedian didn't find it funny, no one would. She had to duck under Blitzwing's throw when he tossed the butterknife. It soared and shattered an energon milkshake glass that some poor mech had the misfortune of practically having it explode in his face. Kara went a little pale too when she noticed it was an off duty decepticon. She laughed nervously and told the waitress to get the mech a new one on her tab. At least that situation was avoided. "At least I have the ability to aim," Kara remarked quietly to herself as she half glared at Blitzwing who was playing around with the menus. She blinked once when she heard Kurieo's question.
"How'd I meet Wardog?" she repeated absently, thinking about it. "Well, I was already assisting the Autobots by the time Wardog came to Earth from Cybertron... so I guess that's how I met her. She really enjoys testing out my new weapons and stuff," she said with a nod. |
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