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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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Are you seriously still mad about that? If anyone should be mad, it's Cliffjumper. Girl, you almost probably got him turned into a cow. A cow. Do you know how embarrassing that would have been? What it would have done to his reputation? And not to mention Kay really is dumb, so it's not like no one knew already.

Not that Cliff is thinking about any of that. He doesn't really stay angry that long... Not over little stuff, at least. No, the only thing he thinks about when he spots Kay in the junkpile is 'oh boy, an excuse to do something'. He's been pretty bored lately, so any chance to do anything is exciting.

It's so sad that he's come to that...

He goes over to her, casually, waving his giant hand hi like they're chums or something. What do you mean she's upset? What could she possibly have to be upset over?!

"Hey, short stuff."

Look at you jump around. Like some sort of little jumping thing. Ha, it's hilarious. It's like the equivalent to someone watching a frog, except the frog wheres a key in its hair and is also mad at you.

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."

[And behind the next pile...there's a light blue car with a spike on its hood. Blurr didn't feel like the most social person after the recent event and he wanted nothing but disappear. The closest thing to that was shutting himself down into recharge in car mode, so that's why he was there and not moving.]

Then everything will be as it was.

Well. Not everything. There were still... problems. Still lingering memories. Still things he didn't want to think about. Maybe not as much as some, but forgetting things, even the small things, wasn't something he could bring himself to do.

Best, then, just to not think on it. To distract himself. And what better way to do so, than the one thing he enjoyed?

Flying.

Easy to ignore the past week or so, this way. You had so much more to concentrate on, up here. In the sky and wind. It was better. It freed him to think on other things. And to notice what he might very well have passed over, otherwise.

He slowed, hovered. Then dropped, too swiftly than should have been safe for something human-made. Regardless, he landed lightly, watching the figure climbing around the junk. For a moment or two, he crouched in silence, then ventured a few words.

"Kay?"

... Okay, just one word.

"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!"

[Kay notices that car when she hops over the pile, sliding down it a little as she slips. She recognized this car...]

Mr. Blurr?

[There's another few hops as she approaches, her bad mood put on hold as she goes over to inspect.]

It took a few moments for Kay to even register that she'd been addressed. She was still pretty upset, and this piece of junk that seemed interesting was being quite troublesome in wanting to come out. However, Kagerou's voice was soft, but heard, and her head turned to see the ninja looking at her.

"Oh, Mr. Kagerou...did you get my text? I promised I'd let you know when I was coming here."

She left the piece stuck in the pile, going over to see the robot.

"Are you feeling better? You got your old body back!"

As she got closer, he went from crouching to kneeling, watching her until she was near enough for him to actually speak with. No sense in shouting across the pile when you could simply talk instead. Or... maybe he was just that fond of quiet.

He shook his head slightly. "I haven't... been looking at my messages," he admitted. He'd been trying to clear his head, after all.

And after another pause, he nodded. Feeling better? Not really. But he was in his rightful frame. So there was that.

"It was put back as it should be, yes."

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.

[That's him, yep. But he's still not moving nor answering, as if he didn't hear the girl.]

There's a slight smile from her.

"I'm glad that Mr. Trion worked things out for you. I'm...I'm sorry I confused you about all that stuff. You know...the cyborg thing."

She rubbed her head sheepishly, looking off for awhile.

"I did a lot of silly things that week."

[She makes her way over to the car, running a hand along the hood as she walks around him.]

Are you sleeping...? This isn't a good place to sleep, you know.

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.

[Now, that wakes him up, but he doesn't change to robot mode. The car headlights flickers to life, as if he's blinking. As a reply to her question the voice of John Lennon can be hear, coming from his radio.]

Say, you're looking for a place to go
Where nobody knows your name
You're looking for oblivion

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.

[The radio surprises her a little, and she takes a seat on that hood, still petting it.]

C'mon, what kind of robot talks only in radio speak? That's pretty complicated.

"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.

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