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Post by Aftermath on Dec 15, 2009 17:51:21 GMT -5
"Beggars can't cho- goddamn kiddo, who toldja that tripe?" Aftermath sounds almost pissed as he kickstarts his lifters with a decidedly annoyed rumble. "If a beggar is smart enough he can choose as much as he damn well wants to."
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Post by Freefall on Dec 16, 2009 9:09:49 GMT -5
Freefall can't help but tremble slightly, both from Aftermaths lifters rumbling and the surly mech's annoyed tone. He idly wonders if maybe he'd struck a chord.
However, the thought is fleeting and as quick as a shot Freefall's off scurrying up the building like a furry blur, tail-cargo in tow.
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Post by Aftermath on Dec 19, 2009 10:32:29 GMT -5
Aftermath falls silent afterwards but it is a seething kind of silence, oddly restrained in its wordlessness. He merely ascends silently alongside Freefall, a gray against the gray of Praxus' slums.
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Post by Freefall on Dec 19, 2009 11:57:19 GMT -5
It's a matter of mere moments before Freefall reaches his floor. He's done this so many times that cargo such as his supplies hardly hinders him at all now.
He stops in front of an empty window frame and hauls his furry self in. As soon as his tail and cargo disappear he quickly pokes his head back out to look for Aftermath. Nose and ears twitching, he brings up his clawed hands and starts rubbing his face, a force of habit he can only deduce must be natuaral to the flying squirrel.
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Post by Aftermath on Dec 23, 2009 14:47:47 GMT -5
"... You are too cute," Aftermath says after a moment of hovering quietly outside the window. Normally he doesn't wait for an invitation to fo inside, but the squirrel boy was proving to be horrendously cute.
"Sure yer're not anyone's pet? I hear they pay good money for that."
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Post by Freefall on Dec 26, 2009 9:16:51 GMT -5
Freefall puffs up his furry little face in annoyance, however this probably isn't helping things.
"No! I'm quite sure I'm not a pet!" he fumes before quickly disappearing back into the empty window frame. He can be heard muttering and grumbling inside before the familiar sound of transformation fills the air.
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Post by Aftermath on Dec 28, 2009 14:27:08 GMT -5
Aftermath cackles, floating in after Freefall and touching down on the floor before transforming as well.
"You said the same thing 'bout not bein' a hooker," he rumbles, head cocking to one side in mock curiousity. "So many ways for financial gain. I could prolly catch you can sell you to someone for a good price."
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Post by Freefall on Jan 2, 2010 12:45:08 GMT -5
"That means you'd have to catch me first," Freefall remarks as he gathers up his supplies again. "And to be frank, I can't see you bothering with the effort."
Jolting his supplies in his arms, Freefall walks to a nearby door and feels about for the handle to open it. After a brief fumble the door opens and Freefall barges unceremoniously into the other room.
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Post by Aftermath on Jan 4, 2010 13:18:37 GMT -5
"You'd be right about that," Aftermath chirps, following Freefall serenely into the next room, "it's a good thing I have enough money to pay someone else to do it."
Amrs akimbo, the grey mech stares at the room for the a moment, looking almost ponderous.
"Nice room."
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Post by Freefall on Jan 6, 2010 9:36:29 GMT -5
Strangely enough, it really was a nice room. Aside the clutter of crates, scrap metal and various other pieces of junk, the room was surprisingly well equipped. Well, minus the corroded holes in the ceiling and the scorch marks on the floor beneath said holes.
Various scientific (or at least what appeared to be scientific) apparatus lined the work bench that centred the room, along with data pads and tools. A large slate board brimming with scribbles, diagrams and crossed out ideas stood near the far wall facing it.
And why was Freefall's dilapidated little room so well maintained? Well, he had his furry alt to thank for that.
The shipping bay he'd previously worked at was very reputable and profitable, so when some of the volunteer researchers they'd sent to Earth returned with fur coats a cover-up was needed and fast, otherwise it would've spelt disaster for the company's reputation. Freefall, along with a few others, was immediately dismissed, but not before being very generously compensated. The terms were simple; as long as they didn't go public and pin responsibility on the company, they would receive more than ample living costs.
And true to their word, Freefall regularly receives a nice little income for minding his own business and keeping quiet.
"It's home," Freefall huffs as he drops his supplies in a corner and wipes his brow. "Uh, so, can I offer you a drink?"
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Post by Aftermath on Jan 8, 2010 3:13:05 GMT -5
"Yah kiddin'? I'm always up for a drink." Aftermath's rough smile couldn't be seen, but masks hardly covered body language. Things were turning out better than he'd expected, and that was an unusual thing as of late.
Not bothering to wait to be told where to sit, the hover truck just settles on the floor, gears creaking slightly as he moves. There's a brief moment of shifting his heavy legs about to get comfortable afterwards before Aftermath settles and quietly contemplates the space and person about him.
"How long've you lived here, by the by?"
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Post by Freefall on Jan 8, 2010 8:10:09 GMT -5
"Oh, not too long," Freefall's replies as he stoops and rummages through a small cupboard. "Time escapes me sometimes, so I can't really be definite about it, but long enough to get settled, shall we say."
He reemerges shortly after with two glowing Energon containers and makes his way over to Aftermath to hand him his drink.
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Post by Aftermath on Jan 11, 2010 15:53:53 GMT -5
"Yeah, if you'd stayed here any longer, you prolly won't be so nice to a stalker." Aftermath rumbles gratefully as he receives the cube before thoughtfully adding, "Prolly halfway off the highway in the mental department too."
The mask retracts with a quiet click and the grey mech hums a cheery song as he takes a generous swig.
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Post by Freefall on Jan 13, 2010 5:31:37 GMT -5
Freefall laughs briefly as he settles on a nearby work stool and curls his tail, sipping contently at his well deserved cube.
"I don't get many visitors, as you can probably tell." He glances at the messy room. "That may explain why my manners are still intact, although it doesn't say much for my housekeeping skills." He muses thoughtfully before adding, "Still, a stalker is a visitor once he's in your home."
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Post by Aftermath on Jan 20, 2010 11:15:21 GMT -5
"By that standard a thief could be a visitor," Aftermath stated with something like bemusement in his voice. You kind of got used to thieves. He was lucky if he could go a whole month without one, but then Aftermath resided in the less dilapitated and more wretched part of Praxus. Lots of overenergized young Predacons hopping about and being stupidly cocky. "I think you graduate from 'visitor' to 'guest' the moment you start giving them drinks anyways," the truck grumbled, once more unsubspacing the cloth covered cage and setting it on the floor beside him. (OOC: Looks like there was a censoring doohicky in effect. It replaced 'cock' with 'thingy'. Either way, I shut it off, so future usage of vulgular words should turn out fine.)
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