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Chasing a lie I thought I believed in

WHO: Kay and whoever stumbles upon her.

WHERE: Junkpile

WHEN: Today

WHAT: Kay's exploring the Junkpile for some items. If you cross her path and talk to her she'll most likely find an item for you.

WARNINGS: She's a little grumpy after being embarrassed in front of Alpha Trion. Feel like cheering her up?

There's nothing worse than being made a fool in front of your idol. And Kay had learned that all too quickly. Cliffjumper had not only pranked her into thinking he'd been turned into a guitar (a guitar that was now gone, whether by Trion's correction or her own disposal), but some things, like your own competence shouldn't be called out on. At least that's how Kay saw it. But bottling yourself up in your room was getting old, so she took it outside, trekking all the way to the Junkpile to relieve some teenage-girl steam. Although this didn't keep her from her promise to Kagerou either. She sent a text to the robot saying she'd meet him there if he was well enough to go.

From pile to pile she leapt, searching for anything and everything. There wasn't much to find that didn't get scavenged earlier, but it provided a great distraction from everything. She sat crouched, examining what looked to be a whisk before tossing it to the side, scanning this pile once more.

"Stupid."

Whether she was talking about the whisk or something else was to be debated. She flipped her hair out of the way, giving a big sigh before hoisting herself to her feet.

Maybe the next pile would have something.

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Yes. Yes she is still angry about that. Because you could have said it with less 'Wow Kay is dumb'. Your reputation? What about HERS? She doesn't have much of one to start, especially after that broadcast about robot babies. Doesn't mean it didn't still hurt, you big dumb.

She does hear those footsteps, because...well, he's a giant robot, turning her head to see the visitor. Oh. it's you. Look at those eyes harden at him. She'll just go back to rummaging through the miscellaneous items.

"Hi."

SHE IS A CROW THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

WOW RUDE.

Cliff's a little taken aback by the oh so sudden cold behavior. So much so that he looks a little perplexed, rubbing the back of his helm a bit before trying to get a tad closer to her. That's it? Just 'hi'? She normally says more than that.

"Is that how humans normally say hello, or am I getting some kind of special treatment today? If so, I think you need to work on it a little bit. I'm not feeling special at all."

Just so he doesn't feel like he's standing around like a dork, he picks up a stray piece of, well, junk from the pile, examines it, then tosses it over his gigantic shoulder once he concludes it's indeed useless. This is fun for her?

"You got some strange hobbies, kiddo."

Edited 2012-09-21 18:54 (UTC)

YOU SHOULD TALK, JERKFACE.

She doesn't answer right away, mainly because she's trying to pull...something out of that pile. Her foot goes against the rest of the rubble, giving herself some leverage before it jerks it's way out.

A giant paperclip. Really?

She follows Cliffjumper's example, tossing it over her shoulder, and maybe hitting him in the head with it unintentionally.

"It's how I say hi to jerks."

She stops a moment, looking up at him.

"I'm trying to find something to make my room nicer."

Well, it's not like he's going to help her now after that. Cliff looks a little bothered by the jerk comment, standing there with an annoyed look on his face even while the paper clip smacks against his metal face. He doesn't even flinch.

Nope, he doesn't do much until he gets an idea. Brightening up almost instantly and smiling as he walks around and eventually in front of her, he digs in the pile and effortlessly picks pieces out of it.

"Too bad I'm a jerk, or else I'd give you a hand. Real shame, what with you struggling and I'm, well, not."

He picks out a piece which he's pretty sure is furniture instead of actual trash and examines it. Inspecting it as if it were some kind of fine jewel.

"Woo, would you look at this? This is a really nice... something."

It's some kind of lamp, Cliff. Although, a bit of an ugly one.

"Oh well, too bad."

He tosses it in the air after he gives a shrug and then without any warning whatsoever, brings out one of his cannons, firing at the airborne lamp and blowing it up effortlessly.

No more lamp.

"You better find your stuff before I do."

She watches him for a minute, her expression not really moving from the annoyed glance she first gave him, although curiosity gets the better of her as she cranes her neck to see what he's doing.

"I don't NEED help."

Stubborn child is stubborn. At least until he pulls out that lamp. She...could really use that in her room. Reading her journal strained her eyes a lot, after all.

"That's a la-"

...oh.

"HEY!"

Wait no. She doesn't want help from him at all. She flips her hair again, as if not caring about that lamp in the slightest as she continues to search.

"It wasn't my style anyway."

"No? I'll have to try harder, then. Not doing my job as a jerk if I'm not upsetting you."

His sarcasm is obvious, he can see the look on her face. Whatever, he keeps smiling and digs in the pile again.

"Let's see... what do we have here..."

The surface is all well and good, but Cliff can guess he can find some real goodies if he digs a little deeper. He shoves that giant hand of his under all that mess, searching for anything big and solid.

Okay...

Hang on...

Just a little more...

Ha! Success. Cliffjumper smiles to himself as he pulls out his next prize: A sofa. An older looking one, probably won't match anyone's living room in this century, but it's whole and doesn't seem to show too much wear.

"Now, how'd you like to bet this one will blow up real nice?"

That earns him a dagger-filled glare. She knows you're just pushing her buttons at this point, but is completely failing at not letting it get to her. When he goes back to searching, curiosity strikes again, and she waits to see what this guy can fish out.

A couch...

That would be a nice addition. It was more Gumshoe's style, but beggars can't be choosers.

"Nope. I've already seen things blow up with the lamp."

"Is that so?"

He readies his cannon, playfully throwing the sofa up and down as if it were a baseball. He's surprisingly gentle with it, though, the sofa not being damaged severely with his toying with it.

"But blowing stuff up is like an art. Not everything explodes the same, you know. Come on, let's see what's inside."

"P-Put that down!!"

She really, really wants that sofa. And playing it cool is cutting it a little too close.

"All that's in there is wood and stuffing!"

He does stop tossing it, but he doesn't put it down. Instead, he looks over at her, smiling.

"What're going to do about it?"

He puts his free hand on his hip, pretending to be all sassy. Go on, show him what you got, Kay.

Oh bring it. At the very second he finishes saying that, she runs towards him, pulling her gloves up onto her hands vigorously. When she reaches him, she searches out for seams in that armor, attempting to climb it.

"Just you wait."

She's...rather speedy for a human, gotta give her credit.

All that makes him do is raise his eyebrow and chuckle. No, keep going. He'll just stand here and watch, holding the couch.

"HahaWhat do you think you're doing?"

He's pretty much humoring her, wanting to see how high she can go. Just as long as she doesn't pull anything, he's good.

Oh she will. There's a few slips, and she's hanging from her hands during them, but like a tough little bugger she pulls herself up and works her way to his waistline. There's no way she's giving this up without a fight, even if it is mostly one sided.

"Getting that sofa!"

She readies herself, leaping up and grabbing onto the 'headlights' that are just above his midsection.

"Well in that case I'll just make myself comfortable."

Does she mind if he sits down? Wait, he doesn't really care, he just does. Not that he isn't careful in making sure she doesn't get stuck in between any of that plating while he takes a seat.

He might be messing with her, but no matter how annoying Cliff thinks Kay is, human safety is a big deal. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ever actually hurt her.

She can work for that sofa, though, as he holds it outstretched as far as he can. He doesn't feel sorry about that in the least.

Sitting down does nothing for her, at least for her determination. She keeps that pout as she swings herself up, panting a moment to gain her breath. Okay.

Okay.

She was halfway there. All she had to do was get to that arm...

"Go for it! I could do this all day!

"I believe you, the panting confirms it."

He leans back a bit and continues to watch her climb. It amuses him so.

"But you know what? I bet I can do this all day longer than you can."

Those words just egg her on more, as she bends her knees a few times before trying to run up his chest armor. It was a long sheet of metal, so she had to reach and grab the top so she didn't become a Kay pancake. Thankfully, her hand caught it, and quickly scrambled her legs to scale up to his collarbone area.

"HA! Showed you!"

She still had an arm to climb up, but damn was she proud of this.

Good for you, but don't think the hard part's over. Did Kay really believe Cliffjumper would make this easier the closer she got? Nope. His arm starts to sway up and down as he holds onto that sofa. Almost like he's using it like a out of style weight.

...Not that it would be a very useful weight, holding it is a breeze for him.

And he doesn't have muscles to grow anyway.

"Keep going, you're not done yet."

Of course he'd make it harder. Cliffs always did. Not that it stops her, mind you. She rolls up her figurative sleeves and takes a few steps back, getting a running start before leaping after that arm, attempting to latch onto it.

Unfortunately, she slides along the thin part of the metal, giving a slight shriek before her fingers catch inside the seams of that armor.

Too close.

Woah, hey.

"Easy there, kiddo. Don't make me end the game early."

He's just going to...pick Kay up and place her on his arm himself. There. No more worries. But if she has another slip up, then he's calling this thing off. He may have given her too much credit and the last thing he wants to do is risk it and have her accidentally hurt herself.

...Where did this caring come from?

She really does appreciate it, but that relief turns into a slight pout.

"So when you worry about me it's okay, but when I worry it's dumb."

Her voice sounds really disgruntled at that, as she continues to climb that arm.

Oh, is that the game we're playing now?

"No. Try when I worry, it's because you're going to get yourself killed. I can take care of myself."

Minus...the whole dead thing, but he's still not sure if that counts since it never actually happened to him. Anyway, just for that attitude, he moves the sofa to the other hand.

She stamps her foot on that arm, angry that he switched it. Cliffjumper you just make her so angry-

"Don't you get it, you brick head? I was just as worried about you when you lied about the guitar thing!! A lot of crazy things happened during that time...People turned mean...some became really small...anything could have happened!"

"That's Mr. Brick Head to you."

He doesn't even comment on what she said, mostly because she has a point and he doesn't want to put the effort into arguing with her. Just get your stupid sofa, you strange hopping human thing.

She WILL. Sliding down that arm back to the shoulders, she starts climbing over his head, her hands gripping onto one of those horns as she tries to swing herself up.

"Fine. That's your new name."

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