closed - drama llamas

[knaval]

WHO: riptide, getaway and some brave heroes
WHERE: the sign in outskirts..... oops
WHEN: 12th
WHAT: A PUNCH UP
WARNINGS: uhh cybertronians



[by the time riptide is done hurling from both the paint thinner and the bomp, getaway is gone. he could be literally anywhere, riptide realises, but he's angry enough that he doesn't care to think logically. fortunately, it hasn't been very long and riptide knows who and what to look for. he runs out the bakery area, pinging getaway incessantly. he is coming for you, motherfucker. he even shifts to his original cybertronian form to move faster.

after a moment, he just sends getaway a text.]

stop hiding
i just wnana talk

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[discountstarscream]

Oh good, you're still standing.
I'll be near the forest in the back.
see you soon <3

Re: text

[knaval]

first you try to drown a boat, then you try and poison me with human food. and you have the gall to call me stupid.

[he doesn't say anything else, just rocks up and throws a punch directly at getaway's smug face... plate.]

[discountstarscream]

[Getaway isn't stupid enough to incriminate himself on something that others could read, so he doesn't reply.

For some reason when Riptide appears, he did actually expect Riptide to say something before skipping right to the violence. The punch catches him completely by surprise and he topples backwards, taking some trees down with him with a thunderous crash.]

Ugh you stupid, piece of absolutely worthless trash.

[He spits out, leaping to his feet but, curiously, not fighting back.]

Hit me all you want, but you know that I'll win. I always win.

And you?

The only thing anyone's ever going to remember about you is how staggeringly stupid you are.

What a legacy.

[knaval]

Setting the DJD on everyone? That's how you win?!

[riptide yells in annoyance, bristling but also not swinging again. he'd expected getaway to fight back, so he ends up tense and unsure.]

I saw what you did to Rook, too. What you made Atomizer do. You just have to drag everyone down with you!

[discountstarscream]

That was an unforeseen circumstance.

[He responds testily. At the mention of Rook he goes completely still, like a predator that just spotted his prey.]

You know. When you say things like that it becomes abundantly clear that you are literally too stupid to live.

[His hand drifts to his side, where a certain gun is attached to him just out of sight.]

Are you happy among these fleshbags Riptide? Have you finally found your people?

That'd be pretty pathetic wouldn't it?

Imagine if the only friends you had in this universe, the only people who valued you, were all going to die in a few years anyway.

And you'll be just as sad and alone as you were before.

Tragic.

[knaval]

Your gun doesn't work on me, idiot. First Aid said so.

[he draws back. naw he's gonna punch this bitch again.]

The people I know here are better than you'll ever be, even with their tiny lifespan. The worms in the ground are better than you!

[and he swings!]

[discountstarscream]

[That causes a half-second of doubt, but as Riptide swings at him Getaway knows that there's no time to change his plan.

He grunts as the fist lands squarely across his face, the plating cracking slightly under the sheer force of it. Riptide is big and heavy, but that doesn't mean anything to the weapon Getaway raises during the brief moment they're close together. He points it directly at the other Autobot's face.

With no hesitation, he pulls the trigger.]

You don't hate me Riptide.

[He says from his place on the ground, his gun tucked back out of sight.]

You've never hated me. You've alway hate organics though. Don't you remember? I bet you do.

[knaval]

[he snorts when getaway draws the weapon, seeing it as a last resort. only... he doesn't realise when the trigger is pulled, because this time it works.

riptide is still moved forward with the momentum of his punch but... stops. blinks. looks over at getaway.]

What?

[discountstarscream]

You heard me.

[It's working. Or it seems to, though Getaway doesn't put too much stock in Riptide's ability to bullshit him. Even if he, apparently, managed to do it once before.

What are the odds he could do it twice?]

I'm your friend. Don't you remember?

[knaval]

[he stumbles slightly from the momentum, hitting a tree. it cracks, but doesn't quite fall over. just into another one. big boys make big mess.]

I... think so. What are we doing out here?

[breaks_pots]

[Whatever they were doing was making more than just a big mess. It was making big noise, too, drawing watchers from the swear-in, particularly those in the outdoor gardens and entrances. Most of the people there had the sense not to get anywhere near them and instead gawk (and film) from a distance.

The tiny little boy in green charging up to them with what was probably supposed to be a sword and an even smaller wooden shield had nos such sense. Apparently.

The only sound he made was a loud 'Hyaaa!' as he jumped the last few feet to get himself somewhat between the two of them. Then he stood there bouncing on his toes and looking back from one to the other. Not really sure who the aggressor was between the two, but ready for either of them to make a move.]

[9544]

[ And not long after the small child in green shows up, Jake follows because it's not exactly easy to miss two gigantic Transformers going head-to-head, and look, one of those gigantic Transformers is his friend so ... he's going to get involved.

Even if he has literally zero ideas on how to actually stop them from fighting. ]

Heyyyy, guys? [ Jake calls towards them, hands forming an 'O' around his mouth. ] Can we just, maybe, I dunno, chilly-chill-chill for a second?

[knaval]

[riptide is, naturally, immediately confused at the sudden change in number of people around.

he inclines his head at link, frowning as jake arrives.]

Uh.

What?

LATER, IN SAD DIRTBAG HELL

[pummelgranite]

[ Riptide will come to laying on a shitty old persian-style rug in a big ass cave. It's very impressive and the flowers glow and blah blah blah, anyway Persephone's on her thrown browsing the network, and the house speakers are blaring Jay-Z from her cracked iphone. ]

[knaval]

Ugh...

[riptide puts a hand on his head. stops. looks down at his hands. scrabbles to his feet.]

Hey! What the hell is this?!

[pummelgranite]

Sure is.

How you feeling, Tiger?

[knaval]

[his expression changes to disgust when he looks over at persephone.]

What's it to you, organic? Why did you bring me here?

[pummelgranite]

Uh, so you don't get arrested, robot, and you're welcome.


What's crawled up your arseport anyway?

[knaval]

Why the hell would I be arrested?

[he pulls himself up, looking around.]

My problem is that I'm stuck in this stupid disgusting body in a stupid cave!

[pummelgranite]

For losing your entire shit while the size of a skyscraper? Again: you. are. welcome.

[knaval]

[he frowns, but it's slightly lighter.]

Oh. I did that. I don't remember why, though. I didn't ask for your help. Is that why I flipped out?

[pummelgranite]

The hell should I know? I was inside, trying to buy some dates. You were already wigging when I got there.

[knaval]

Buy some-- I don't understand! I don't understand this!

[he throws his hands up, yelling incoherently.]

Wh--where's Getaway?! Why did-- why did you have to get in the way?! I don't even-- how do I change back? Who are you?!

[pummelgranite]

Why did I have to-

[ "who are you" ]

Wait. What?

[knaval]

Nothing! Just-- how do I get out of here?!