re_alignment_logs | [B-day party

"What sort of interactions?" Sentinel, such a sad life you have. At least that's what Knock Out's thinking.

"I'm more of a street racing kind of guy. I like movies too." He usually only dissect things when he has a good reason. Said good reason being work or vengeance...perfectly GOOD reasons!

"What- what does it matter?" Hey, it's not sad if he enjoys it! Paper work is fun, ok.

"Mn. How average," Does this place even have movies? Everything is so different from his own universe, it's hard to even guess what he'd even begin to entertain himself with. "Guess you can't do either of those here, huh?"

"Because it does matter." Paperwork, ew. Knock Out's allergic to that. "Unless you want me to believe that there was none and you were making things up."

The red mech takes a sip of his drink after scoffing. "Average! A few kliks ago you were worried that I enjoyed dissecting." Something he didn't straight deny nor confirm.

"Au contraire, mon ami. I designed a race track, it's just a matter of time until the project starts. Besides, who says I can't race whoever I please? What's your alt mode? You are a ground vehicle, I can tell that much. I can't quite figure it out, though."

"Ugh, I don't know. Movies, go out and get drunk. Listen to... music." It has been a long time since he has done any of those things.

Sentinel, in turn, fiddles with his cube. Not much of it has been consumed, and doubtless it'll stay that way; he is uncomfortable drinking around someone like Knock Out.

A racetrack? The first thing he thinks of is Blurr, then how much work and planning something like that would take. He almost grimaces, Alpha Trion was all over projects like these back in his own universe.

"It's a plow. Cybertronian." Don't think anything of how he hasted to add that last part. It's not anything other than Cybertronian, and it isn't killing him inside to have to call something that was originally built by humans, using advanced technology datamined from Megatron Cybertronian! Not. At. All.

"Go figure, I like all those things too. Not so different after all." How does that make you feel Sentinel?

It's not like he's going to jump you, relax. Besides, he already has his own partner to pester if he wants to do that. Knock Out tilts his head, looks Sentinel up and down again and smirks.

"You have plows in your Cybertron? What are those for?" He's trying so hard not to laugh out loud.

"I am shocked beyond all belief." He says in monotone with a completely straight face. Sorry Knock Out, he doesn't really care what you do for fun. All he wanted to do was quietly drink in his corner then go pass out in his room.

There's no worry of Knock Out jumping him - in fact his general discomfort comes from his being a Decepticon. He doesn't quite know what Knock Out would do, only that it would not at all be pleasant; because, you know, all Decepticons are insane beasts! Ahh, racism.

"To... plow stuff. Why else?" Wait. Frag, no that doesn't sound right.

"It's a cultural thing."

Yeah. That'll do.

"I can tell." He lives of sarcasm, mister.
You could pass out on KO's room drink with him, he likes to have company.

Knock Out knows better than kill and Autobots just because. You will come back in a week or less and he would have to hear the Police Force winning all day. He'll pass. Plus, is more fun to corrupt your lot than straight murder you. Ask Smokescreen.

"In my Cybertron there was no plow-able stuff. And I'm not sure if here you will be able to use it, wouldn't you like a faster all mode? With your size, though..." Yep, checking Sentinel up and down again. "...you need something relatively big."

Go to a Decepticon's room? One who specialises in taking bots apart? N-no thank you.

"Evidently our Cybertrons are different. There's plenty of, uh. Plowable stuff on ours."

He shifts awkwardly. Knock Out is doing the thing again.

"Rocks. Rocks need plowing."

He hasn't taken anybody apart since Cylas was here and that was a special case. Wait there was that other one time with the bugs monsters that spit acid...but that was ANOTHER SPECIAL CASE.

"Rocks? I sure love learning more cultural things. I would love to see you plowing something." Is he making you uncomfortable with that suggestion? Because Knock Out dropped his voice to a low purr just to say it.

"And what did you do in your world? Plow rocks all the time? You were from that Low caste?"

Frag, he's just digging himself into a deeper hole here.

"Yes. Plowing a lot of things." He glowers at KO and decides to try playing his own game... not that he's very good at it.

He groans inwardly. This is gonna be a long night. "Lower Caste? No, it doesn't work like that on our Cybertron; alt modes don't dictate what you do in life."

Yes he is, but Knock Out has heard worse lies from Starscream. He's having fun.

"Oh, you minx. I would have never guessed, you seem like such serious and formal guy." He takes a sip of his drinks, murmuring yet being still audible. "It's always the quiet ones."

Then he shrugs, some of the precious cheerfulness gone.

"It wasn't the alt mode per se in my universe but let's not talk about the dark past. It's too boring." And frankly, it makes him uncomfortable but he won't admit it.

"I'm not quiet." Instant regret. He dips his head down slightly and covers his face with his free hand.

Despite his embarrassment, he grins at Knock Out through his fingers, "I wouldn't know. You know, what with my Cybertron not being dead and all."

OH YOU DID NOT JUST....yes you did. Knock Out actually chuckles out loud. "I will remember that."

Now you are asking for it mister. The medic reaches out and pokes Sentinel's side with one of his long claw like fingers. It's surprisingly more of a tickling gesture than one aimed to hurt the blue bot.

"No doubt."

He groans. Everything he just said was a really bad idea.

That said, when Knock Out pokes him he jumps several inches off the seat, both through shock that he'd made friendly physical contact, and that KO hadn't used his claws to gouge a neat little hole in his side.

Sentinel isn't entirely sure how to react to The Poke. So, he does what he usually does when he's not sure. Gets defensive.

"H-Hey I could have you court marshaled for disrespecting an Elite Guard offi- oh."

Riight. He's not anywhere near the council anymore. Shit

You just make it too easy Sentinel. Wouldn't you take advantage too if you were in Knock Out's place?

"Aren't you a jumpy fellow. If that title touch gets such interesting reaction out of you I wonder what else I could do to see more. Elite Guard?"

Nope. Knock Out doesn't know what that is, though.

No doubt! He's been watching meticulously what Knock Out has been saying and his body language, trying to find some sort of fault that he can pounce upon, but alas.

"I'm not jumpy," He sneers at the thought of it. "Don't touch me again."

Sentinel grins complacently, this'll be fun. Back in his own universe, just the insignia was enough to get comments and glances. Aaah, attention.

"Autobot military. Which I happen to be a very high ranking member of."

Knock Out is the master of acting in a way and feeling exactly the opposite way. you learn how to do that when you stay around Megatron for a long time.

"What if I touch you again? What will the big bad Autobot do to me? You look like the sort of mech who would enjoy using cuffs for more things than just arresting people who misbehave."

Insignias never mattered much to Knock Out, he doesn't even wear the Decepticon one, but yes, Sentinel has his attention now. He doesn't look very impressed, though.

"I heard the army will take anyone now a days ..."

Sentinel would like to think he's good at that, but even through his ego centrism he can see that his emotions give him away. Acting one way and feeling another is certainly not on his list of skills. Doesn't stop him from trying, though!

"Probably not much... I don't think the First Forged look too kindly on murder." He stops when Knock Out mentions the cuffs and feels his faceplate heat up. Luckily, he's not above lying.

"No, that's a misuse of Elite Guard property, and grounds for arrest. Or it should be, anyway."

Knock Out's apathy irks him slightly, he's used to being fussed over, damnit!

"Maybe in your universe. Ours has pretty intensive training to even be able to apply."

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It's all about Practice, sentinel. One day you will master the art too. Knock Out could give you private lessons if you wanted ~

"That probably depends on what FirstForged you ask." There's one named Megatronus after all. And there's Liege too. "Oh, you are really not fun. I bet that all you agents of the law have a kinky hidden side, otherwise you wouldn't like handcuff so much."

Knock Out likes that too, all for himself. Sorry, Sentinel. "Tell em more about that training, I'm curious."

He needs it if he wants to be a successful politician! The guy can only fake so much.

"No doubt they'd keep to their secretive habits and not even reply." He groans. Goddamnit Knock Out, why with all the sexual questions!?

"It's intense. What else do you want? Only the top candidates are allowed in the army, as opposed to the anarchists the Decepticons accept."

But the way to be a successful politician is to fake even more and nonstop. Take lessons from Megatron. See how well that worke...wait.

"Most likely, yes. Sometimes it's really irritating." Let's bond again while complaining about others. Ey those questions are as valid as the rest, he's trying to get to know you.

"I love intense things." You walked right into that one, Sentinel. "And what did YOU do to get in?"

Yeaaaah. Sentinel doesn't really have it in him to lie like that to so many mechs, anyway. Not yet.

"They want us to help discover the planet and whatever but won't even tell us what they know," He rolls his opics at Knock Out. "Great help they are."

He did, and he knows it. Despite being careful with what he's saying, Knock Out still manages to make innuendo. "Went through the Academy, worked my fragging aft of and hey- it all paid off in the end, I suppose."

Sentinel looks sad for a brief moment; he really doesn't like thinking about the life he left behind.

Maybe one day Sentinel. ~~The day Magnus gets into a coma again~~.

"Do you know that the FirstForged are supposed to be thirteen? Some of them aren't even showing themselves." That makes Knock Out feel so safe, really, except not.

The medics takes a sip of his drink, studying Sentinel's body language. He can be social and not sarcastic form time to time too, he was making an effort now. "Just supposed? You aren't satisfied with how things were?" He can relate.

Ah yes, the day Sentinel decided being sane wasn't really something he liked anymore

"Thirteen? Where are the others? Hiding in a cave?"

Sentinel fiddles with his cube awkwardly; he can tell that Knock Out is scrutinizing him. He starts thinking of names he could call Knock Out when he inevitably makes another snide remake. Maintinence Out? No. Frag.

"Everyone has problems with their leaders, right? Ours was just... old and not really the best mech for the job anymore."

He doesn't know much about Megatron, but isn't stupid enough to underestimate him. The Megaton of his own universe is an absolute tyrant, and thinking of him as anything less would be a very bad mistake.

Being sane is overrated.

"I have no idea. In a cave, in the sky, under the ground..." Knock Out shrugs. "For all I know they could be invisible or live in a different plane of existence." The red mech grins and lowers his voice "They could be behind you....."

"Our has the habit of throwing vehicons off the ship when he gets angry. For the record, those can't not fly." You think Magnus is bad? try living with Megatron. "And who do you think was more suited for your leader's position?"

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