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tushanshu_ooc2016-03-30 09:24 pm
/dances with
Tch-TCH! Come on now, away with you! Let the nice...person...up! [An honorable effort perhaps, but the horde seems unphased. His engine growls a little in frustration.] All right! All right! I'll give you all a ride, here, this time tomorrow, but only if you leave NOW!
[When in supreme doubt as to how to deal with children: resort to bribery!]
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Amon groaned as he struggled to push himself up onto his knees, gripping one arm in pain.]
You know they'll never let you be now.
[He shook his head a bit as his eyes scanned up to the robot's face.]
What were you thinking piloting this thing through crowded streets?
whoa what a gnarly weekend, thanks for being patient!
As long as they mind their manners and their hands, then--
[Oh. Oooh. Well there's a bit of confusion. One that probably makes Drift's previous statement a little...more off color than usual. He chuffs an awkward laugh.]
Err well. This thing, [wow rude] goes where I go because it isme. Annnd I took a wrong turn. [Seriously, why doesn't GPS work here!?]
hey no problem! p sure we actually know each other, i used to rp rewind~
He was a bit surprised by Drift's words though, and scanned the mech's face more closely, realizing that it actually had... expression?]
... Forgive me, we have machines in my world that are piloted by humans. They look almost like you.
[He'd never thought there would be a creature like this, mechanical yet.... sentient? Though Amon believed in stranger things than that.
He rolled his shoulder, popping it back into place with a hiss.]
I suppose it's inevitable you're going to trample people three times smaller than you.
!!! :D WHO DAT? I've known two Rewinds...
I-I hope not! [Because that would be gross between the footplates. And he SO should not be thinking things like that, wow.] Doing my best not to at any rate. Hard to promote positive species interrelations if I go flattening people.
So, uh, you're human then? [If so, he's really sorry about what happened to your face, because that is definitely not natural. Less expressive than his is. And very pale. Nice sculpting and deco though, but then clearly Drift is a fan of the white and red color scheme.] Ah, are you sure you're all right? I've heard grinding gears that sounded healthier...
I'm Kat! my rewind account is "indisposable" (i'm guessing the other Rewind is RC? :P)
Yes, I'm human. You couldn't tell?
[Because he had no idea that Drift didn't realize his mask was, well, a mask.]
I'll be alright. If I can't find myself a healer I'll fix it myself.
[Of course Amon would rather it not come to that. But he wasn't really keen on asking the person that just flattened his body into the asphalt for help.]
Haha, yes! Well met, Kat! I'm Sarah. Pleasure to be threading w/ you!
Ah well, it's hard to tell, what with shapeshifters being about. [Smooth recovery, maybe Drift's limited experience with humans won't be glaringly obvious!] And some organic species gradually upgrade to mechanical parts as they evolve.
[Maybe there's no request for help but Drift
and his guilty consciencewants to help anyway!] I could help you find a medic? A healer?The pleasure is all mine! :3
The masked man let out a rather hefty sigh.]
If you know where one is, I would appreciate it, but I'm not so keen on the idea of being escorted by something that nearly killed me.
[Amon was exaggerating, just a little bit. Really, though, Drift, did you even know the meaning of gentle? Despite being tougher than most other humans, he was still pretty fragile all things considered.]
:D :D :D
I don't know of one, no, but-- [ He rises to a standing position, because righteous things are best delivered with a forthright stature. Also because there's a little old man pushing a cart full of refuse tapping on Drift's aft. Apparently he really wants to get past. ] --I have an obligation here, to make right. I can find you one!
[ Hopefully the little old man knows where an organic healer lives because he's the first person Drift turns to to ask. ]
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[He growled in frustration at the robot. Come now, Drift, Amon was trying to tough it out, but his whole body felt incredibly messed up right now.
It was kind of laughable to watch Drift fumble with a kedan to try and get information on a healer. In fact everything about Drift was kind of funny to Amon. He almost wished he were in a better mood so he could actually laugh.
When the old man failed to reveal any information on a healer, Amon sighed and moved over to Drift, placing his hand on the mech's leg.]
Just carry me home, all I need is a warm bath.
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If anything though, Drift can understand trying to tough it out, and though he's not certain that's what's going on here, he does seem to realize that making an even bigger scene is not in the best interest of anyone's ego. He's not getting anywhere with this old fellow anyway, who seems too distraught over his cart full of what was once...cabbages?]
Yes, of course! [Drift moves to the mouth of the alleyway, and though also narrow it's not crowded with people or stalls like the main throughfare. Carefully folding down into his altmode, he pops a door open.] Hop in! If you would...
[That's what you meant by 'carry' right?]
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What just... the mech just...
Now he was a satomobile? An almost alien looking one at that, more sleek than any Amon had ever seen...
The masked man shook his head and stepped in through the driver's car door, settling into the driver's seat. He fastened himself in place and set his hands on the steering wheel and feet on the pedals with the practice of someone who's been a skilled driver for quite a while now.]
... Do I drive?
if only we knew what his holo looked like...
Er, well. Preferably not. We just met, after all.
[ Talk about forward! His engine revs and that's the most warning his passenger gets before he starts off down the alleyway--keeping a modest pace lest there are still wayward children about.]
Where to? And I didn't get your name...?
aw if only!
Midnight Hotel. [He considered the second question for a moment, before answering.] My name is Amon. Do you have one?