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 Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:40 am
It had been a while since Camelot and Realgar had crossed paths, Realgar having needed 'time to think' after Camelot's earlier revelations about the connections between Knight and Negaverse... and in that time, one or two things had changed.
One of the things that hadn't was Realgar's idea of 'funny'.
There was sort of an warning, the incoming and curious noise of Redline moving at speed, a strange sound that might be mistaken for some very strange electric motor... if you crossed an electric motor with something eldrich that clicked and whirred...
...After that the only real warning was an familiar voice yelling:
"Hey TINMAN! Check out my new toy!!"
After that, it was an blur of whipping tentacles grabbing for arms or ankles or... well... anything, as Realgar and his Youma tore close past without slowing.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 12:03 pm
Many things Camelot was not expecting happened all at once.
First, his senses exploded as an enemy came into range of him and he turned to see a small form racing toward him. He was not sure who it was at first, so his first surprise came when he saw Realgar, the Negaverse soldier he had spoken to a while ago about purification, come racing toward him.
And then past him.
He was just turned to follow the path of the motorcycle when he realized he would not have to worry about doing it himself: it turned out his whole body was invited to just go ahead and join the race. He did not think most bikes came standard with tentacles, and he had no time to try and free himself before he was yanked off his feet and pulled behind the bike.
The sparks that followed as his armor scraped against the pavement between bounces off the road were impressive. It was like a mini firework show, and his shouts of protest and frustration were lost under the groaning of metal and the shrieking way it connected to the pavement.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 12:16 pm
Realgar, generally speaking, was a man who did not laugh often, unless it was a bitter, humorless laugh, as friendly as a mug of poisoned drink. This was, arguably, not much friendlier as he tore down a block or so, dragging Camelot behind him in a cacophony of banging metal and bellowed cursed, but Realgar was laughing louder than any of it... and still laughing when he finally slowed to a stop, the bizarre youma reluctantly unwinding it's tentacles when Realgar patted it roughly on the side.
A couple times as he pulled off his helmet and tried to compose himself it looked like he was trying to speak, but only ended up laughing harder again, until he finally managed to point, and choking on chuckles managed "You sho... you should see your face!!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 12:34 pm
Camelot bounced along after the motorcycle came to a stop, skidding to his own stop after a long moment. He was glad to be free, and plopped over as soon as the tentacles let go of him. He grunted, shutting his eyes for a moment to catch his bearings.
That had all happened very fast, and he was pretty sure his brain was still bouncing along the road somewhere.
He looked up from the floor at Realgar as the negaverse soldier laughed at him, and did not doubt the truth of his words. He was probably making a very miserable and awfully embarrassing expression.
"Yes," he said, his voice hoarse from all the useless yelling as he had been dragged, "I'm sure it's hilarious." He deadpanned it, feeling more annoyed than angry, if that made sense. He was not contemplating revenge or fighting back, instead just sitting there and pouting. He wasn't hurt, as far as he could tell, but his armor was all dented and bent now, and his cape had been torn.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 12:47 pm
Realgar wiped tears from the corner of his eyes with a wheezy chuckle, ribs aching from having laughed so hard.
"You look like, like that grumpy a** cat online." He laughed, adding. "Man, I'm not even sorry. I figured all that tin plating had to be good for something."
He took a second to catch his breath, before asking what he never figured he would have.
"You're in one piece right?"
A pause and he added more seriously. "Don't let it get around that I asked that. I'm supposed to be pounding you into the dirt."
And he was passing up a perfectly legitimate chance to do it. Hopefully he'd find a reasonable bit of information to make up for it.
"You drink beer? I'll grab some cold ones at the corner market."
They needed information as much as star seeds, no matter whose, and he wasn't a mad dog. Besides, Camelot had information that was relevent to him if not Metalia.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 12:59 pm
"You've ruined my cape," he said, petulantly. He sighed, though, getting up slowly and dusting himself off. What grumpy cat did he look like? He did have his technology updates regularly, but he didn't use a lot of it for fun and games. He was behind on the internet memes.
Not that he had ever been caught up, but still.
He nodded, though, and looked a little more at ease and amused after Realgar asked him if he was alright.
"I'm fine, thanks," he said, choosing to ignore the comment about pounding him into the dirt. Something told him that if it did come down to a fight, Camelot would be able to hold his own. He just would rather avoid it, and was glad for a chance, once, to not be the one to suggest it.
He thought about the beer, knowing it was generally not good to drink on the job, but then... this was not a real job. No one could fire him for it, and it was still better than fighting. So he nodded.
"Yeah, I think I could do with a beer, unless you're going to go get it with your motorcycle. I can walk, thanks."
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 2:24 pm
"Yeah I'm gonna take the Youma 20 feet and a left turn to go get a six pack." Realgar made his eyeroll slow and obvious. "No way, TinMan. He's staying here in case I need a lift." At least until he needed to send him back to recharge, but Camelot didn't need to know how long Redline could stick around. Long enough for a beer anyway. "You can either keep him company or walk with me." He pulled a few bills out of one of the small pouches on his uniform. ((Slightly Liebfeldesque but who was he to argue with being able to tuck a few things away to avoid transforming up and down unnecessarily.)) "I won't even punch you for whining about the cape." He grinned. "Seriously suck it up. It'll probably fix itself between wearings. Tiny space elves or whatever." Probably. He was pretty sure. "It was HILARIOUS. I should have brought a video camera."
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 2:44 pm
"I'm rather glad you didn't bring a camera," he said thoughtfully, not wanting to have to actually see what he looked like after that whole debacle. The dirt and dings on his uniform were bad enough, but he was sure he was coated in a fine layer of dirt and dust, and his skin was scraped where it had been exposed. He imagined his hair was a mess, too. He was not generally the most vain of people out there, but he did not like being completely rumpled.
mostly, though, his frustrations stemmed from being embarrassed.
He had made his choice to go with Realgar, and not stay near the youma bike any longer than he had to. It seemed like a terrible idea, even without the Nega giving it orders to grab on to Camelot and throw him around. Who knew? Maybe it was something the youma liked to do, just for fun. Camelot did not like the idea of being a toy for it.
"How long have you been planning on doing something like that?" he asked, conversationally, "or did I happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?"
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