[OPEN]

[raceme]

WHO: Blurr and YOU
WHERE: The Junk Pile
WHEN: Now.
WHAT: Blurr is being a derp distracted
WARNINGS: None so far, I will update if needed


[Blurr was in the junk pile checking the place for any possible newcomers and looking for useful tools, when he found a thing. The colors caught his attention and when Blurr figured out that he could rotate it, he quickly put all the blue pieces together. Alas, the other side of the cube was wrong. He stared at it and then his servos moved, (to quickly for the normal eyes to see properly) solving the puzzle in less than a nanosec.

He was now playing with it, a tiny smile on his lips and for once not running or paying attention to his surrounding. Feel free to bother him.]

Comments

[automobile_enthusiast]

[Knock Out made a show of playing with the cube, giving it a few random turns with the tips of his claws. The mechanics of the puzzle are simple to figure out, and he's quick to realize that something like this would bore him into stasis. Still, he offers a little smile.] Mm, would you look at that?

[No, he's much more interested in that little monologue of introduction there.] Ooh, Agent, is it~? My my, I think the pleasure might just be mine. [He affords him a little bow, then straightens up and gestures to his own glyph.] I'm with, ah, Solus, myself.

[raceme]

[It's more entertaining if you are...well, Blurr. The blue mech really would like the cube back but he can try to find another in the junk pile if Knock Out want to keep it.

The bow is rather unexpected.] Ah...I talked to her when I first arrived here she's nice. And what did you do before arriving here?

[automobile_enthusiast]

[He gestures at himself with the hand still holding the cube.] Why, I was a doctor~. Still am, of course, although the medical facilities here are sorely lacking.

[raceme]

Indeed they are! I was looking for tools and any sort of medical equipment that could be useful to Ratchet and then I got distracted. [He waves a hand, pointing to the cube.]

Do you know Ratchet too?

[automobile_enthusiast]

About this tall-- [He holds up a hand over his own head, measuring off his own Ratchet's height.] --white and an oranger red than me, grumpy?

We've met.

[raceme]

Exactlythatoneyes! [Why the grump face.] Not your best friend I take it?

[automobile_enthusiast]

[Knock Out chuckles, the sound a little forced.] We've had some disagreements.

[raceme]

Sorry to hear that I know that sometimes it's hard to get along with teammates specially if they are called Sentinel BUT I am used to work alone so I don't have that trouble all that often.

[automobile_enthusiast]

[His... teammates. Right. You go on believing that Ratchet's his teammate, Blurr, he's actually okay with that.]

Mm, I tried to solo agent thing for a while. It didn't really work out for me, I'm afraid, but of course that's just me~.

[raceme]

[You look like an autobot, what is he supposed to believe?]

Itsnotforeveryone. [You look polite enough, so he will ask...] Can I have the cube back if you don't want it?

[automobile_enthusiast]

Absolutely. [Knock Out smiles wickedly and holds it out again, sitting on his open palm. If you want it, Blurr, you're going to have to come and take it.] Here you go~.

[raceme]

[Does he really...? Fine, he will approach the red mech and take it at normal speed because he doesn't want to look like he wants the cube that much.]

[automobile_enthusiast]

[Knock Out withdraws his hand with a little flourish once Blurr's claimed the cube, and stands back with his hands cocked on his hips. What now?]

[raceme]

[He smiles briefly, but it's a happy smile instead of a cocky one. Those are rare.]

Thankyousomuch. [Let's try socializing Blurr needs more practice.] Do you have any hobbies?

[automobile_enthusiast]

Hobbies? [The question is so inane that Knock Out can't help but laugh. Then he grins.] As a matter of fact, I do. I'm a bit of a racing enthusiast.

[raceme]

[He does not enjoy being laughed at, Knock Out. But his expression doesn't reveal much until the other mentions racing.] Is that so I am quite fond of those as well but no one can keep up with me.

[automobile_enthusiast]

Oh really? [Immediately, Knock Out draws himself up a little, head high and shoulders straight.] That's quite a boast, you know, even if you look like a fast little thing~.

[raceme]

It's not bragging if you can back it up. [That cocky smile we mentioned early? It's here.]I'm the fastest land-based mech alive.

[automobile_enthusiast]

I don't believe it. [Knock Out knew he wasn't the fastest thing on four wheels-- his chassis had been optimzed for power and maneuverability as much as speed-- but he still couldn't take Blurr's claim seriously.]

[raceme]

Neither did Bumblebee. [Blurr shrugs slightly.] And he couldn't beat me even when he used his turbo boosters.

[automobile_enthusiast]

[Knock Out whistles softly.] All right, maybe I do believe it, then. Although, perhaps a little demonstration...?

[Does he sound hopeful? Because he really, seriously is.]

[raceme]

[Oh, he's in.] I'm not sure if the junk pile is the most stable place to start a race but if you insist.

[automobile_enthusiast]

Then let's adjourn to somewhere more suitable, shall we? I'm sure we can find--

[KO pivots elegantly on one foot-- and stops after a step, cutting himself off as he does. He rocks back and forth on his feet and frowns.] Hm.

[raceme]

[You know Blurr's not a spy because he doesn't notice details. He notices the sudden stop and the state the other mech's chassis and wonders if this is really the best moment to race.]

I am not certain of how many organics are around this planet I WOULD be wise to make sure we find a place free of them to race just in case we hurt one of them by accident. The racing can wait.

[Blurr's not asking Knock Out again if he's alright because he imagines that the medic won't tell him.]

[automobile_enthusiast]

I don't have the right tires anyway. [He's wearing dingy old 18s, not his usual 19-and-a-halfs. He bends gracefully to one knee and fondles the rubber of the tire thoughtfully.] Definitely no good. There's no tread to speak of on these things.

[He straightens back up again, looking at Blurr with a little toss of the head.] When I've got better tires, then~. And when we can find a better track.