[CLOSED] Fight Club

[crabcake]

WHO: Rampage ("Llewellyn") and Danger
WHERE: Empty stretch of coastline near Heropa
WHEN: Evening
WHAT: Meeting strangers to trade punches is surely the healthiest
WARNINGS: Violence.


This particular small stretch of beach is the farthest Rampage could find from civilization without actually being far from civilization. It's not a particularly popular destination at the best of times and at this time of day it's empty, save for the lone redhead staring impassively out at the ocean.

He's actually already more relaxed than he has been in quite some time. There's just something about the ocean that's... soothing. Maybe it's a carry-over from his time as a robot with an aquatic beast mode. Still, relaxed or not, he's not going to give up his chance to work off some of his homicidal inclinations on a willing victim who can - apparently - take it.

So he stands on the shore and waits for Danger to to show.

Comments

tysm for setting this up!

[heartlessglitch]

Danger, however, has very little intention of being a victim. True to her name, the robot that arrives on the shore is a veritable war machine in sleek armor plating. She seems unhurried as she approaches, precise in every movement she makes. A soft blue light glows from her eyes and underneath her metal casing in the fading light, making her presence obvious on the coast even from a distance.

Finally, she stops a foot or so away from him, tilting her head in a surprisingly human-like gesture of curiosity. Analytical, maybe. Or intrigued.

"Llewellyn, I presume."

You are welcome! :D

[crabcake]

Rampage turns as Danger approaches, eyeing her appraisingly. She looks... normal to him. More normal than all the humans that surround him daily. More normal than his own reflection. She's more human-looking than a Maximal or Predacon, but she reminds him a lot of Blackarachnia. The thought makes him smirk a little. Slagging she-spider.

"Love the look," he says, voice dancing between honesty and sarcasm. "I suppose I am."

[heartlessglitch]

The machine continues to scrutinize him a moment, as though she weren't entirely certain what to make of his tone. As capable and competent as she is, given all the talents that an advanced program has at its disposal, she still struggles to understand the nuances of expression. Social cues. That kind of thing. And she can't tell if she's being made fun of or not.

"If you are mocking me, I would prefer you reserve your opinion on the appearance of my chassis," Danger finally answers. The malleable metal of her mouth curves into a noticeable frown. Or does she always look that skeptical? "Did you arrange this meeting to engage in combat or to compare our sense of aesthetics?"

[crabcake]

Rampage breaks into raucous laughter at Danger's response. Reigning it in, he spreads his arms wide and gives a wicked grin. "What's combat without a little banter?"

Oh, what fun he had mocking his old playmate, Depth Charge, goading the Maximal into trying to kill him. Such good times they had together... But that was then and this was now. This wasn't about killing or being killed, it was simply about blowing off a little steam. He wasn't that person anymore. He wasn't the monster who had taken everything Depth Charge held dear.

Cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders, he adds, "But alright. Let's see if you live up to your name, Danger."