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[Someone is certainly not a fan of the camera function unlike most on the network.]

Quaint place, reminds me of a lot of places that wanted me dead. But, none of you really care about that or virtual tea parties of friendship making.

Two things. First off, Jackson Darby. Any information about him or his whereabouts is my first priority. Favors to be owed for this information can be discussed when you can prove it's legit information or can show me he's well and alive. Or better yet and I don't have deal with a middle man at all. Jack, if you are here, answer me. Right now.

Second. If the term Autobot means anything to you...we need to talk.

[And the feed ends just as abruptly as it began.]

((ooc: She's going to be lurking in dark corners or in high places and moving about the areas with the most concentration of people. Like the merchants area and Afterlife. So if you want to note glowing blue eyes in a shadowy corner or wtf over a blue lady robot moving from place to place come at me bros.))

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autobot huh? whos asking?

[ Marco happens to live with one! While he's pretty sure his robot buddy can take care of himself, if someone's looking for Prowl, he wants a heads up; here is a careful prodding to see what this newcomer is up to. ]

Someone not stupid enough to end up in an ambush by giving everything away. What does it mean to you?

[Sorry Marco she's kinda expecting you to be someone wanting her dead.]

[ let's simply things and everyone assume everyone thinks everyone wants everyone dead ]

it means im not stupid enough 2 give nething away either y do u care?

And you're wasting my time. I have a partner to find and make certain he made it without any injury instead of playing word games with someone that may or may not know anything.

[Your lack of worry over her looking for a specific person makes her think you know nothing. Sorry bro.]

well clearly i know what autobots r big grouchy robots w/ wheely ankles right

[ he's only met one so far, but he's now assuming this is a second and that they're all grouchy ]

so u can answer my questions so i can decide whether or not 2 help u or u can keep being a noob whos ur partner?

[Drop everything because someone just got their hopes up. The medic is possibly here! Luckily text can't give away any emotions.]

You've seen Ratchet? What is his status? [And why hasn't he contacted her to yell at her yet. The medic is usually pretty quick to do so.

Wait, did this person even listen to the full message or is his memory just that bad?]

Considering I asked for information on him already may be a big clue to the answer to that question.

i c ur partners jack, not ratchet u could b like a little clearer u know

[ not that either name meant anything to marco, but he doesn't need to disclose that. he isn't going to namedrop prowl, either. ]

if u cant share nething about urself im not sure i can tell u anything info aint free here

information for information is a pretty big risk. Quickest way to a death if you sell or buy from the wrong type. I'll take my chances in gaining information in ways that don't give away my own schematics.

suit urself. but ill take cash or plastic 2. lemme know if u change ur mind and want me 2 put u in touch w/ the right people. or robots.

[Well either this person ignored the sentient robotic life form speech, or they were fishing.]

If I want to see a drone I can go build one. Don't think 20th century currency would be helpful to you in this place.

[Not that she had any, Jack was the one carrying cash. He doesn't need to know that though.]

Could work out a deal of a favor if you can prove you actually know what you're talking about. Like the creed perhaps as proof.

[Dun was just minding his own business, picking up some food supplies when a stray varren snaps at him and tries to make off with his purchases. With a sharp kick he knocks the creature back and into a dark corner...only to see to his shock a pair of glowing blue eyes peering up at him from the dark. They've just had an Adjutant attack, and guess what those Adjutants had?

Glowing blue eyes.

Immediately he draws his sword and charges at the darkness. He thought they were all dead!!

[Being attacked wasn't anything new. Being attacked by a human was also sadly not anything new due to a certain organization. What wasn't knew was getting attacked by a sword wielding human that had no back up.

It was automatic to deploy one of her arm blades, even as she mentally winced at the drop in energy that caused, to block the incoming blade more out of instinct then actual concern of it doing damage to her metal frame. Body already moving away and out of the corner she had been using to watch everything happening. Best not to test luck that it wasn't an ordinary sword or he got lucky and got a hit in a seam or opening to the wiring underneath.]

Well I haven't had that sort of welcome in a new place for a while.

[She hopes this human isn't one of those hate all machines on principle types and wasn't going to turn this into an actual blood shedding battle. That would just make this first day even better with her already bad mood.]

[And he thought Omega had no more surprises. When his blade meets blade and the owner of the eyes emerges from the darkness, Dun refuses to let his surprise dull the pressure he applies with his sword. Still, she could speak, and she didn't look anything like the Adjutants. Those are the reasons why he keeps himself from striking even harder, but pressing on enough to keep this...thing on the defensive.]

What are you!? Answer, creature!

[ fishing, trolling, same thing ]

dude if u have cold hard american dollars id be extatic not that it does ne good here but maybe ill take it home w/ me someday i dont know nething about a creed but can i interest u in some energon

Well, that's something. Not sure if it is above or below the usual machine insult.

[She's not really trying to aggravate, but being demanded like that while still being attack rankles on a lot of her nerves. Especially the ones that tell her to fight back more aggressively. It's taking a lot of effort to just remain blocking and dodging and ignoring the need to end this one way or another.]

Last I looked I was another random piece of baggage that ended up here on this floating rock. A Cybertronian from the planet Cybertron if that means anything to you.

[She is getting a lot of Miko vibes all of a sudden even as she is now kinda of in horrified shock that someone may or may not blow them all up now on accident.]

Someone did go over the proper handling of such a substance and what not to do so we do not end up, oh I don't know dead because it blew up due to mishandling. Please tell me that was talked over and it's not being handled by a bunch of organics that don't know they're carrying an explosive material.

calm ur spark plugs lady im not handling nething here i just know a guy

[Because there is a great relief over that she defaults to audio. She was worried okay, anyone that types like that clearly is not qualified to handle energon. It also gives somewhat of an idea of where she is in a general location way as the murmurs and sales pitches being yelled show. Let's see if you take the bait there.]

And does this 'guy' you know, someone that actually knows what they have?

i rlly hope he does since hes the one trying to make it

[ for half a minute or so, there's only the sound of potato chips noisily crunching, because while marco was pecking away at his next response, he didn't notice that the feed switched to audio, nor did he notice that he also confirmed the format switch in his response.

and then he notices. ]

fuck, how long has the mic been on??

[Hey Marco. Your roommate is sort of hovering behind you now.]

[Because he's fairly certain that voice that came out of your comm had just been on the network a little while ago.]

.... What is this someone supposed to have?

Edited (whoops there should be some dialogue here shouldn't there) 2013-03-19 17:44 (UTC)

Something that may or may not be relevant to certain parties interests. If you're just tuning in the word Autobot has caused a very...enlightening conversation with whoever your friend is that has atrocious typing skills.

[Good job there Marco. She's just mentally applauding your mistake there. She's dealing with a teenager that makes this not as tense as it should be.]

[ how did this even happen ]

Damn it, Prowl, do you have any sense of respect for a guy's privacy here? [ never mind that marco is lounging about in the middle of the apartment ] I'm just trying to line up some business prospects, okay?

[ sorry arcee he's going to forget about you for a moment to be indignant at the intrusion ]

[Prowl doesn't seem phased by the outburst. One one hand, it meant he wasn't mad.]

[On the other, it meant no, he doesn't care for privacy, and is going to bend down a bit so he can get closer to the communicator.]

What is your designation?

[If there's another Autobot here...]

[That designation was familiar, but she couldn't really be certain if it was just hearing it, reading it, or actually knowing a Prowl. Either way she's not alone in this crazy place. Maybe he has a ship or communication capabilities to get a message to earth.]

Arcee...sir.

[When in doubt, believe all outrank her until told otherwise.]

What's the 'con situation if I may ask?

Excuse you! [ marco scoots away to the other side of the couch and turns his omni-tool away from prowl with an annoyed glare ] If you're gonna chat up the robot chick, do it on your own computer!

[ ahem ]

So, Arcee, where were we?

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