RO > call me out; a forever open RP post

[midvalley]

CALL ME OUT a forever open rp post full muselist here. comment with the name of the character you want in the subject line. create a scenario or not. whatevs. let the tagging commence!

source codes by poland @ monarchy

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[aerify]

[Some time later, Korra has Naga in tow and has led them to the docks of the island.]

Alright. First stop: Aang Memorial Island!!

[After her triumphant announcement, she positions herself and begins to bend the water, creating a hole of sorts so that they can reach the bottom of the ground is visible]

GIVE ME WHOEVER YOU WANT

[heavyweaponsbot]

[seriously whoever you feel like playing, I will make something up for them and we'll go.]

HIT ME DADBOT

[electrowhipit]

[ OR WHOEVER YOU WANNA TAG ME WITH ]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Optimus in his... odd wisdom... has decided to switch things up a little. Today, Sideswipe has been partnered with Ratchet. And Ironhide... rolls out with a little blue Volt in tow.]

[At least they won't have any trouble keeping up with each other. Unfortunately, Ironhide is a lot less talkative than Jolt's usual partner. And so it's a fairly quiet drive down the highway.]

[electrowhipit]

[ Quiet is kind of nice, but after a while it even gets to Jolt. He eventually has to break the silence ]

::... Hey, Ironhide?::

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There's a grunt in response. And for a few seconds, there's nothing else. ... Ironhide is used to talking to Ratchet, who knows his grunts and growls as if they were a real language.]

[But Jolt doesn't.]


:: Yeah? ::

[electrowhipit]

:: I didn't... do anything wrong, did I? ::

[heavyweaponsbot]

:: ... Why are you asking me that? ::

[electrowhipit]

:: I'm just trying to figure out why Optimus... uh, rearranged things. ::

[heavyweaponsbot]

:: Prime knows what he is doing. He has... some reason. Probably figure it out once this is over. ::

[Ironhide, your Prime worship is showing.]

[electrowhipit]

:: All right. If you say so. ::

[ Jolt, your Ironhide worship is showing. ]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There's a pause, as he drives.]

:: ... and if there was no reason, I will smack his hood in.::

[electrowhipit]

[ Jolt can't help but laugh ]

:: Now there's a mental image. ::

[heavyweaponsbot]

:: What? You do not think I can? ::

[Despite what he's saying, he... actually sounds amused.]

[electrowhipit]

:: Oh no, I know you can. I'm just trying to picture what'll happen after that.::

[heavyweaponsbot]

:: He will pipe down and listen to his elders.::

[... or so he thinks. Hopes.]

[electrowhipit]

:: Uh-huh. Well, if you do go through with that, let me know. I wanna watch. ::

[heavyweaponsbot]

:: Depends on how this mission goes. Figure that out when we arrive back. ::

[electrowhipit]

:: Right-! I think we're getting close to our coordinates. ::

[heavyweaponsbot]

:: Yeah. Brace yourself. ::

[He doesn't explain more than that. They're coming up on a woody area, one which sensors should warn is full of hostiles.]

[... either they're real problems, or just battle drones, remains to be seen.]

[electrowhipit]

[ Not that they were going very fast to begin with, but Jolt slows a little, suddenly thankful for the silence of his electric engine. (For all the good it does him, riding alongside Ironhide) ]

:: I think they beat us here. ::

[heavyweaponsbot]

[In contrast, Ironhide's engine just revs and his horn blares. So much for the element of surprise.]

:: Then get moving, kid. ::

[As he accelerates, straight into the legs of a Decepticon combat drone, as it steps out from behind a tree.]

Rex Marksley ...oh nuts now it's stuck in my head

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[The wards around the town were looking well today, though Mika made certain to double-check Jezebel's machinations and automatons just like the woman had showed her how. They hummed and chortled and blew oddly fragrant steam, their filigree hiding all the protective inscriptions that Jezebel and Mika had carved into them themselves. Rift was pleasantly quiet today, the town sleepy in the afternoon sun, the train station in a lull between arrivals and departures while it was still far too early for the saloon to be in full swing.

Mika took a moment to ease herself into a chair on the general store's porch, unhooking a wrench from her tool belt and setting to work on the metal and embellished leather harness that kept her right leg from limping. Well, usually it did. Today she'd found the knee-joint sticking and making her stumble, grumbling to herself as she had to adjust the straps around her shoe and noticed how it was rubbing her ruffled spats. She would definitely have to talk to Jezebel about that.

After several arduous minutes it became clear that she was simply not going to be able to fix it herself with the tools she had to hand. Jezebel had designed the mechanisms in the framework to allow her to walk smoothly as if she hadn't been lame at all, while still giving her exercise to strengthen the bad limb. Which meant that outside of the simpler maintenance like she'd done with the ankle, Mika required a more mechanically-trained eye to help her with it. The knee joint looked as if it was jammed somehow, grit and dirty grease had probably gotten it stuck, and she raised her wrench to give it a solid whack to loosen it out of pure frustration.]

finest marksman in the weeeest

[finestmarksman]

[ It's not long after that that a perhaps-familiar horse rides into town. And even if it's not familiar, it certainly is distinctive- made of brass and steel, steam pouring from its nostrils as it comes to a halt in from of the general store. It's clear both horse and rider have come a long way, covered in dust as they are.

Rex dismounts, and, despite that for all intents and purposes his horse is indeed a robot, tethers it to the hitching post. He tips his hat at Mika in friendly greeting before actually taking note of the expression on her face. ]

Somethin' troubling you, little lady?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Yeah, blasted gears won't work and I just--

[Mika sounds a little breathless as she looks up from the fitting she was bludgeoning into submission and almost--almost--drops her wrench. Even dusty and travel-stained Rex is hard to mistake, even if she'd been so irritated with her brace she hadn't looked up at the sounds of his horse. Embarrassed at being caught with her skirts hiked up past her knees so that her striped stockings showed, her cheeks flush a little and her ears flick back. Tail thumping once against the seat she's perched in, she looks back at the metal brace since it was safe to stare at.]

I'm not very good with machines, Jezebel's the one who built it but I can't make heads or tails of the more complicated parts and this thing's been hard to walk in all morning.

[Jezebel was very good with her tools, and Mika had often heard her commenting on how she'd like to take a closer look at Rex's horse whenever he rode into town. Among other things, of course. But the thought of how Jezebel had said that with such a scandalous smile on her face made Mika regret remembering it while thanking everything that the huntress was nowhere in sight.

So she just mumbles at her knees instead.]

's been sticking something awful since yesterday.