rubycity_ooc | Test Drive meme

[He laughs sharply, it is accompanied by a smile that holds more resemblance with a sneer.] The stares! Yes, they are quaint. I suppose it is amusing to play with expectations... until it gets tiring, anyway. [The smile tightens.] I would like to say the opinions of the rabble don't bother me, but I can't afford not to let it bother me.

You're talking to an infamous man, do you feel honoured yet? [The smile is back, coy and seductive this time, yet it disappears as quickly as it had come.] Would you believe I had a bounty on my head before I was whisked away to this lovely little town?

[...and he keeps being helpful. Devcon is enjoying this. In the back of his processor, a plan is forming. There must be a way of getting out, if the 'Con went away. Or back. He makes an amused sound at the name.]

Ruby City, huh? [He looks around, musing.] What do you do in this city? Anything interesting? [He needs to find a pub, perhaps some kind of a network as well. Something larger than a few organics and tales about wayward 'Con...

A mech can dream, right?]

[Feliciano purses his lips and coos as he tilts his head to the left. He regards Devcon thoughtfully. This conversation is calming him, even if the conversation partner is the oddest one he's ever had in Ruby City.]

I like to paint and I cook a lot and I play with Lupo and go on walks with him and I spend a lot of time with my friends and now I spend a lot of time taking care of my brother, too.

[No, he hasn't understood the point of the question but he appreciates your interest in his interests, Devcon.]

[It's like talking to a newspark, or a mech who has never dealt with anything criminal. His interests make Devcon's processor stall for a nano-klikk; paint and cook, go on walks. Take care of others...? Great Cybertron, but this human is as far from his prefered prey as possible. That might be a good thing, though.

Devcon allows his smirk to grow into a soft laughter.]

I see. Sounds like you've made yourself a nest here. And, you have friends, and a brother. There must be others, too. Of my kind, perhaps? [See the gleam in his optics? He's being gentle. He's also looking for intel.]

[He gives the robot a tentative smile, deciding just as tentatively that he had been wrong to be scared of him. He is a nice person and just wants to make friends. Ruby City has made him too wary of others' intentions. How silly of him.]

No~ I don't think there are any others like you. [There are other robots in the city, in fact, but Feliciano either hasn't met them or hasn't recognized them as such.]

There is a pointy-eared man who says he's from another planet, though. And there are the trolls. I think everyone else I've met is normal. [Normal such as samurai from centuries past and personified nations, yes, nothing to see here, move along.]

And I have made myself at home, that's true! I've made good friends. But my brother is from home. I have another brother; he's from home, too. I have a sister who became my sister here, but she has gone home. [He thinks for a moment before he goes on, it's still taking some getting used to.] I have a boyfriend. And my dog. I got him here, too.

[Well, slag... If he's the only Cybertronian around, he'll have to find something else to do, because hunting inferior prey isn't interesting enough. He listens carefully as the human talks along.]

Huh. From another planet, and pointy-eared? I'd like to have a word with said man. [His kind sounds slightly familiar. He shrugs at the mentions of trolls, and tilts his helm.]

Pets and family, friends. Doesn't sound like your typical kidnappers. Have anyone tried to figure this mess out? [Because a bounty hunter gone Marshal gone hunter won't allow himself to be kidnapped without wrecking some havoc.]

[Kirei looks up immediately at the sound of the voice, then studies the figure he finds there, returning the gaze with calm interest. This is the first person who's addressed him, so he's curious.]

The posters, yes. I did begin there. The answers were incomplete, unsatisfactory. [And he's not about to believe what he reads on a poster.]

And you are?

I also don't understand what most of them have against sleeping in a custom-made coffin, it's really comfortable and yet they freak out~! [He pokes his watch again.]

Am I? It is an honor then~! [While as a retired Death God he is quite famous as well. If more as a traitor than anything.] I could imagine it.

About as good as explanations go in this place, I'm afraid.

[He's not happy with it either.

Not much that can be done though. That's the answers they have, and this is the situation they're in.]

... My name is Sariel. Another captive of this city.

[Feliciano's eyes go very wide with alarm, his mouth shapes itself into an "o."] No! You can't! Our kidnappers aren't always mean, I thought they were but Temper and the pretty girl were nice to me and Gene is mean but he can do nice things anyway but you can't make them angry! If you make them angry they'll do awful things to you and your loved ones!

[His breath comes a bit faster and shallower as worry makes his heart speed up.] They say they want us to learn. That's what Temper said. They are teaching us lessons. But the lessons are dangerous! There was the haunted house where the ghosts tried to kill Lili and me and the rabid dogs killed me in the labyrinth and they took Lovino and when he returned he didn't remember anything!

Indeed! Coffins are very cosy and they add a certain aura of flamboyant, high-class style to a bedroom! [He sighs, put out.] They are near impossible for me to acquire, though. With the life I lead I simply can't afford to carry one around with me. Fortunately they come with the corpses you dig up.

[He laughs, a warm, rich sound that isn't mocking for once, or at least not particularly so, in response to Undertaker's flattery. He has always been rather susceptible to it, mostly because it is extremely rare.] Oh? Could you indeed picture me being a wanted man? I'm flattered! It's ridiculous how people overreact! You steal their teenage daughter's corpse to have a nice little chat with her and keep her company in the netherworld and they think you intend to defile her corpse! She was more child than woman when she died!

[Devcon is no fool. He is a survivor of many horrors, and he has no interest in getting grounded or even worse, tamed. The way the human talks, what he says - makes his tank roll.]

Awful things done to you and your loved ones. Teach us lessons. Dangerous lessons. You... died. Erasing memory-files? Aw, smelt. Why didn't I stay in Cybertron?

[His vocals grow more agitated for each thing he repeats and once done, the hunter's optics are widened. He's been a prisoner before. He survived being hacked, not too long ago. The idea of being forced through similar things makes him shudder. At least he has no loved ones to worry about.]

This is a slaggin' Pit, isn't it? And those in control... I'm not in need of a lesson. I'm need deep space, good booze and a decent hunt! Ugh. The 'Con got out. How did he get away?

Especially custom-made ones~! If you like I can make you one the way you like all I have to do is take your sizes~! [It would be a coffin still. He has made himself a few since his stay and... decorated his apartment with them.

And considering what kind of... occupation he has, it's more than likely.] Oh, people always think the worst first~! In my job you wouldn't have any problems like that, since it's your job to tend your guests before the family grants them the last honor.

[Feliciano tilts his head to the side, momentarily distracted from his worries.] Hunt...? Are you a hunter? What do you hunt? I wouldn't mind some nice fresh venison for dinner but I don't know if there's anything good in the woods. I haven't heard about anyone hunting there.

[Oh wait, there had been other questions. Questions about Scorponok again. He blows up his cheeks in agitation, more frustrated with his own inability to be more useful than the metal man's persistence. He likes being helpful to newcomers.]

I don't know how Scorponok got away. People just... disappear. [He waves his arms around wildly.] They go missing and sometimes they're gone for good and all their things are gone, too. Sometimes they are in the dungeons and they return hurt and scared or they return after a week and they say they were home for a year... I don't know. [He sighs sadly.] You should talk to Vash. He has studied these things. I would rather not know anything about it, it's scary.

An inexplicable phenomenon, I see.

[He's familiar with the unfamiliar. He nods acknowledgement, then offers his own name.]

Kirei Kotomine.

[He acts as if he has conversations with strange men standing on rooftops often, and this isn't far from being the truth.]

An interesting name, Sariel.

[He hasn't forgotten his youth as a Biblical scholar. Sariel is an interesting man, too. There's an air about him...]

Are there many captives here?

I could say the same to you. [He's never heard a name like Kirei Kotomine before. It's... Unusual, to say the least. Not that he really cares or anything, he rarely ever does these days.]

Sariel is hardly that interesting of a name. [He takes pride in his name, but...

That aside though...;] Quite a few, I believe. Though I haven't concerned myself with an exact number.

[This girl steps off the train without any fight. In fact, she shows no real sign that she realizes she isn't at home. It doesn't take long for her to start exploring silently, padding around the station with steps that seem to be taken without any regard to the ground below them, yet never causing a problem for her balance. Good thing, too; she's missing both of her arms. Instead, the boy's uniform that she's wearing has the sleeves tied up to hide the stumps underneath. It leaves an odd figure behind, although she'd be odd anyway with her behavior.]

[He inclines his head, his eyebrows rising slightly, admitting his name isn't common. But then, neither is Sariel's. People are named after Michael, Raphael, Gabriel--not Sariel.

And his eyes are golden. He's certainly not a Servant, but Kirei wonders what he is.]

It's not a name I've often heard outside of Biblical texts.

[It's an odd situation, people being brought to what seems to be an entirely different reality. A Reality Marble? Who--or what--could be responsible?]

Is it known why we were brought here? Or by whom?

I... just about got out of a fraggin' dungeon! [What the slag is going on? He sighs and moves over to a wall, sliding down. Quintessons, no doubt. Or bleedin' Unicron, or a slaggin' combination of both. He shudders and looks away, staring at nothing for a while.]

What kind of a lesson would anybot teach me? [His spark feels small, and aches for things lost. Above else, he remembers Rodimus and feels a surge of relief - this Pit cannot take his old friend away. Cryotek already saw to that.]

Uhm, I don't hunt food. I hunt criminals down, I uphold the law. I was a Marshal once, before being captured and... [A small sigh, then he looks back at the device and gives the human a slight grin.] Sad story that one. Point is, I hunt the bad guys down, put them away or terminate them, if they are dangerous enough. [And he's good at it.]

[This nation happens to be good dealing with oddities, mostly on virtue of being oblivious to them.

His face lights up as he catches sight of the pretty girl wandering around all on her own and he approaches her with a friendly smile.]

Ve~ you look a little bit lost! You are a newcomer, aren't you?

Yes! [Screw detached poise, he has an offer for a custom-made coffin! Aristeo's eyes gleam with something that might just be interpreted as happiness, though he would scoff at such a claim. He coughs awkwardly.] Yes, I would like a coffin of my own. I will find a way to pay you back though I doubt my currency has any value to you.

I might consider posing as an undertaker if the hardships become too debilitating, but I have found my own ways. [The lift side of his mouth curls upwards in a wry half-grin.] It is useful at times to be considered eccentric, insane even.

[It takes a while for her to respond. A long while. Once it's up, she just straightens a bit and turns to him lazily, giving a look that... doesn't really say anything. Her expression is blank, and her eyes seem to be sucking in any light that touches them without giving anything out.]

Am I? [She means this as a serious question, as if he'll know the answer better than she herself does.]

[Feliciano watches her with wide, wide eyes, quite unable to figure out what he should be thinking about this odd girl, never mind how he should respond.

He stares at her, mouth wide open.] Aren't you? You look lost to me!

[A coffin should make everyone as happy as him! No need to be ashamed!] I am not interested in money. Especially not the Queen's money. However... A first-rate laugh should be enough of a payment.

Is that so? [He's thinking if he should make an exception, it's so rare to met someone with the same interests as yourself... a human on top.]

I agree, it's very useful at times~!

[He gives a tiny nod, though his eyebrows knit together in confusion.] What an odd request for payment... I don't laugh often but if you make me a coffin it warrants trying my best.

[Another little nod.] It is indeed useful to pretend that you are insane, at least as long as you are wealthy enough to be considered eccentric instead of mad. You are given certain liberties. [He quirks his lips into a little sneer.] Wear a fancy dress and some make-up and the peasants will be too outraged by your manner of dress to discuss that you spend hours on the local graveyard.

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why hello there! :3

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Ahshfdjs you have no idea how surprised I am to see you here :0

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haha, someone on plurk linked here so I thought I'd give it a shot!

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