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Victor Synn offers Nyah a hand out of the car, "This place serves some of the best coffee... some new place just branching out of Vermont called 'Green Mountain'..."
Nyah Hunt takes Victor's offered help, and she looks at the coffee place, "Mmmm coffee. Sounds good."
Victor Synn has partially disconnected.
Nyah Hunt takes Victor's offered help, and she looks at the coffee place, "Mmmm coffee. Sounds good." She yawns and eyes the patrons of the place, "Just let there be no beatnixs.."
Victor Synn shrugs, "I doubt there will be, they like the place a little ways down the road. But the coffee isn't as good, you go there if you want some killer hot chocolate." he leads the way towards the 'coffeehouse'.
Nyah Hunt follows Victor to the coffeehouse. She eyes the muffins inside, "Chocolate chip muffin. I'm there."
Victor Synn says, "They have really good baked goods..." he holds the door open, "After you."
Nyah Hunt nods her head, and she sniffs the warm air inside. She ducks her head down, and in the door she goes, "One of the benifits for being on the road. You always get to know where all the good places to eat are."
Victor Synn follows in, "Yes... I worked these new england states as often as possible m'self." he steps up to the counter, "Triple Mocha Large, and 2 Banana Nut Muffins..." he glances at Nyah, "And for you?"
Nyah Hunt looks at the menu, and she raises an eye brow, "Healthfood? Just a regular cup of joe. Extra cream and extra sugar..And two of those chocolate chip muffins."
Victor Synn says, "Healthfood...?" he looks completely dumbfounded as he pays out for the order, and walks over to one of the tables, "Where do you get that?"
Nyah Hunt nods her head, and she smiles, "That's the stuff rich folks in LA normally ate. I'm not saying that it's all that bad."
Victor Synn says, "Hell, I eat banana nut muffins cause they taste GREAT, if they're good for me, that's just a bonus."
Nyah Hunt attacks the muffin as if she hasn't aten in days, "Mmmph..yeah..urmph..they're good."
Victor Synn smirks and breaks a piece of muffin off, stuffing it into his mouth he chews for a few moments, "So whats your plan now..."
Nyah Hunt takes a break, and she rubs her mouth, "Just make sure Shock sees me as being useful."
Victor Synn says, "You need to branch out and not spend quite so much time with the 'cons..."
Victor Synn says, "Maintain some independance."
Nyah Hunt nods her head, and she takes a hold of her coffee, "Where do you expect me to go? Not like that guild of yours would take an old thug."
Victor Synn says, "Just... do something other then con work, like me. I move around and do other stuff..."
Nyah Hunt chuckles, "Okay, so I can go whack scum for a living. I just got a problem with whackin innocent civilians these days."
Victor Synn shrugs, "Naw, that's not what I mean. Take up a hobby or something... get out and away from the big machines."
Nyah Hunt takes a sip of her coffee, and she looks about the city, "Good. I just need to find a hobby I can do without Shock getting nosey. Some outdoorsy hobby would work just great."
Victor Synn says, "Hiking? I do it regularly."
Nyah Hunt nods her head, "Yeah, Hiking. I used to be pretty good at art and stuff before I got sucked up into the gang crap. I'll have to see if I got my touch still."
Victor Synn smiles, "You can take your artwork with you and do nature stills."
Nyah Hunt takes another drink of her coffee, and she nods her head, "I'll just have to work on keeping it out of Shocky's sight..No matter what I want to do he wants to 'watch'."
Victor Synn shrugs, "He looks at you like a Pet... thankfully I havn't let that happen to me."
Nyah Hunt frowns, "No kidding. I wouldn't mind working on getting rid of that title."
Victor Synn says, "Good luck."
Nyah Hunt finishes off her coffee. She raises an eye ridge, "Don't think I'll succeed without'em killing me?"
Victor Synn shrugs, "I won't let 'im kill you, if I can help it."
Nyah Hunt eyes the sugar resin at the bottom of her coffee cup. She hrmms, "Thanks. Still gotta wonder why I'm a damned pet. I got the weird mental stuff, but I end up with a weird title."
Victor Synn shrugs, "Not exactly sure... I'm not sure how I didn't end up as one either."
Nyah Hunt shrugs herelf, "Prolly because I'm still a kid." She hehs, "Being a pet beats being a gunia pig. Though working on getting my own independance would be pretty nice these days."
Victor Synn says, "You've got a car..."
Nyah Hunt nods her head, "I'll need to make use of that car. I'll ask Archive or Shock to make some modifications to it..Unless you're interested in helping out."
Victor Synn grins, "I thought you'd never ask... you've got art, I've got cars."
Victor Synn says, "Hell, with Decepticon funding, we can get some of the hottest stuff out there and really turn it into something to be reakoned with."
Nyah Hunt smiles, "It's one step towards getting myself some independance from those guys. I've got no idea what's the hottest stuff for a car. I took it because it was just easy to lift."
Victor Synn says, "Well, you chose decently, for what it's worth."
Nyah Hunt nods her head, "I do like it..Gets me around when I happen to be in New York. I'll be spending a lot more time around these parts. I'll make damn sure I don't go lifting things anymore."
Victor Synn says, "Smart choice. You should look into credit or establishing a believable cover for having money. Like me.""
You say, "What cover is this?"
Victor Synn says, "Auto Mechanic... I moonlight at a friends
garage, the explaination is that he handles some extremely difficult cases
that he calls me in on. Cases that make alot of money, and thus he pays
me alot for each one I do."
Nyah Hunt chuckles, "Maybe I should open up one of those
1-900 numbers and do a psyhic readin thing. I heard those folks make lots
of money. Despite their all frauds the money is made legally.."
Victor Synn says, "Plus there's the races I run..."
Nyah Hunt eyes the people in the coffehouse, "Heh, to think I wanted to be an actress..Damn. If I only had the creditabilty. New York and Broadway. I was working for a scholarship to get into college with that stuff."
Victor Synn stares at you for awhile, "You remind me so much of my sister."
Nyah Hunt stares at you for a moment, "How so? Other than ripping people off."
Victor Synn shrugs, "She was an aspiring actress... she was good too. But she used it the wrong way, used her acting talents to rip people off."
Nyah Hunt smiles, "That's what I did. Despite the fact I was a woman I did rise up in the ranks of our part of the hood." She looks at her empty coffee cup, and flicks muffin crumbs inside, "I wonder if my old habbits are the reason I ended up a pet and you got lucky."
Victor Synn says, "Shockwave might feel he needs to keep you on a leash so you don't get killed."
You say, "And it's my own bloody fault that I got that leash."
Victor Synn shrugs, "Maybe I can get you off the leash by promising to keep an eye on you." he grins, "I won't actually hang around you the way he does, of course."
Nyah Hunt looks out the window, and then back at you, "So if I screw up..Not only would Shockwave come after me you'll be right there with him." She smiles, "Well that's a plus to get him off my back..Not that I don't like'em, but he's a pain in the ass sometimes."
Victor Synn shrugs, "I won't come after you, I'll help you clean up the mess."
Nyah Hunt yawns, "We should be getting back."
Victor Synn says, "Why?" he grins, "Worried that shock will be mad?"
Nyah Hunt stands up to go get another cup of coffee. She hmphs, "Hardly. I have no idea if he's still in New York or not."
Victor Synn says, "Well, there's no good reason to be
concerned, I for one don't mind being away from
the place."
Nyah Hunt pays for her second cup, and comes walking back, "I haven't been there for a long time. Spent a good amount of time with Shock and the other 'Cons. Met a few decent ones during my time in their big old base."
Swindle has arrived.
Swindle enters the area.
Nyah Hunt's seated in a coffeehouse with Victor. She ums, "Want another cup?" She eyes her cup of regular joe, and takes a sip.
Swindle is on his way back to the Deceptibase, though he's debating doing some more exploring. Human cities are weird, especially compared to what his databanks can tell him about Cybertronian cities, but they're still interesting.
Victor Synn
Victor Synn is a rather average looking man. Standing at about 5'11" and around 185 pounds he's certainly not big but something in the way he carries himself indicates he's far more then meets the eye. His hair - a stark platinum silver - is kept at about mid back length, and his piercing blue eyes seem to miss nothing. His lean face seems joyless until he smiles, at which point the whole room seems to light up... truely an intriguing character.
Currently, Victor is wearing a black silk button-down oxford shirt which is tucked into a pair of loose fitting khaki pants, colored an off-olive color. On his feet are a pair of black leather 'Caterpillar' Steel-toed work boots. Over this is a black leather hip-length coat, and a pair of thin drivers gloves. At the moment his hair is left free reign, not tied back, and a pair of wrap-around sunglasses similar to what Arnold Schwartzenegger wore in Terminator sit on his face.
Swindle makes groundfall outside the city and transforms, slipping his tarp over his BFG and heading in.
Nyah Hunt continues drinking her coffee dreaming about her new found freedom with Synn.
Swindle transforms to his Jeep mode.
Swindle drops down into Jeep Mode
Swindle explores, cruising through town, enjoying the
sights.
Nyah Hunt continues to just drink coffee now that her partner is being quiet. She gets up from her seat, and goes to get a paper from the newstand just outside. She then begins her trek back into the coffeehouse.
Swindle bops along into the trendy part of town, drawn by the scent of disposable income and double mocha lattes...
Dreadwind has arrived.
Nyah Hunt seats herself down, and she opens up the paper. She's intersted in seeing what plays are showing in the local theaters.
Smoke has arrived.
Swindle cruises, just watching the people as they pass by.
Smoke transforms to his APC mode.
Dreadwind flies overhead of the city, casting a shadow of impending doom, as per his @desc. Will this doom come to pass? Unlikely...but the doom's shadow is there, just the same!
And That shadow is apparently a large black APC of some
sort, definately not of human design either which is currently driving
about, not really seeming to be doing a whole lot....
Nyah Hunt is just sitting on a coffeehouse with a cup of joe, Synn, and 'The New York Times'.
Swindle is cruising one of the trendy districts in New York, unknowingly near Nyah and the silent Synn, marvelling at the conspicuous consumption around him.
Dreadwind casts more shadows of impending doom! It foreshadows
destruction, too! Who cares if it's an ugly jet? All the more reason to
fear it! It's always the ugly guys that get jealous of the beautiful people
and start shootin'! ;)
Victor Synn fell into his thoughts it seems, eye's on the table, blinking twice he looks up sharply, "OH, I'm sorry Nyah... I... just started remembering things..."
And that shadow of doom, cast by the F-16, passes over the doom-shadowing APC.
Nyah Hunt smiles, and she nods her head, "I understand..And what were you thinkin about?" She leaves her paper for now. She slides out of her seat, and slides in next to Victor. She's completely oblivious to the lurking Cybertronians.
Dreadwind isn't lurking! He's soaring majestically!
Victor Synn says, "My parents, actually..." he smiles slightly at Nyah, "They weren't the caring sort, or didn't seem to be... I sorta turned out the opposite in some ways. I had to be my sisters guardian because they never bothered. And then they were killed...""
Swindle isn't lurking either! He's scoping out hotties and yuppies. Mostly yuppies. Smell th' money!
Smoke is...far from lurking about, he's driving around in the open. Well..technically he could be lurking due to the sensor absorbant armor....but that's a technicalilty, he's just....enjoying the scenery or something.
Dreadwind sighs, his vocalizer booming, "Another BORING
day on Earth..."
Dreadwind transforms to his Robot mode.
The F-16 unfolds into the foreboding visage of Dreadwind.
Nyah Hunt nods her head, and she smiles, "My folks were good people..They tried to be. Just didn't know any better either. Got a job with Blackrock's rig that Shock took not too long ago. Dad was a cookie and mum just came along to help him. No extended family so I was stuck going with them. Both got caught up in an explosion in the kitchen. I was somewhere deeper in the rig when Shock came knocking..Wouldn't of been so bad if those guys stopped shooting him when it became completely obvious they weren't hurting him..just pissing him off. I never had anyone to watch after me other than my folks. After that I had to go take care of myself, and not in the best way..It would of been nice to have an older sibbling to keep me out of trouble, but I wasn't.." She reaches over for her coffee, and takes a drink, "..all that lucky. I just find everything that's happened to me in the past few months to be really ironic."
Swindle watches the evening crowds, utterly facinated by all the shapes and sizes humans come in. Amazing variation in models. He idly wonders how they manage to come up with all the different designs.
Dreadwind transforms and lands no a nearby street, stepping on a couple of empty cars, "Look at these humans. So blissful in their arrogance, unwilling to face the fact that they'll eventually wipe each other off the face of this dirtball of a planet...well, they would have, if not for us."
Swindle slams on his brakes as the taxi in front of him stops because the truck in front of *him* stopped. "Damnit!" he snarls, laying on the horn and offering some color commentary on the parentage of the drivers in front of him. "C'MON! MOVE IT!"
Smoke of course cant help but notice the Angsty Con, man, those guys really need to take some anger and stress management courses. Allways going about things so negatively.....like shooting people. But then...well Smoke isnt any better either in the end...."You know.....you really should have some give you a psycological examination." he comments to the not too far off decepticon
Victor Synn is glad their still a bit north of New York City.
Apocalypse has arrived.
Apocalypse transforms to its Semi-Truck mode.
His armor separates and flies backwards. With a couple of flips and twists it forms a black with silver trimmed trailer. The main body rotated and combines to form the front cab, until all that is left is a black semi.
Dreadwind has just stopped traffic.
A black truck drives along with traffic, not standing out.
Dreadwind looks over at the APC and waves a dismissive hand, "What is it the humans say? 'Been there, done that?' Didn't help." He turns to the nearest human and points at her, "You! What do you do?"
Nyah Hunt's glad she's not in New York herself. She lets out a yawn, "Suprised Shock hasn't gotten himself all in a bunch than I'm not in eye's sight of him."
Victor Synn says, "He probably knows I'm with you, might ease things."
Victor Synn says, "Or maybe we actually managed to vanish without them tracking us."
Nyah Hunt nods her head, and she chuckles, "That would be nice..But alas he'll find me somehow."
Victor Synn says, "A li'l vacation never hurts."
Nyah Hunt nods her head, "He let me hang out in Japan for a few days by myself. I don't even speak the language." She smiles, "The leash is getting longer. I hope."
Victor Synn smiles a bit, looking into his empty cup, "Yep, seems so." his eye's go distant again...
Swindle auuughs as the cars in front of him are still stalled. Meanwhile, in New York, a human looks up at a big aft robot and says. "..uh..are you talkin' to me?"
Dreadwind rolls his optics, "No, the -other- fur-clad
human. Of course, I'm talking to you!"
Coincidentally, there are several fur-clad humans which
Dreadwind didn't notice.
The human nods. "What is it you want?"
Nyah Hunt eyes the empty cup, "Want another coffee?"
Dreadwind sighs, "Must I repeat myself? WHAT DO YOU DO?!"
Victor Synn blinks, "Huh? Er, yeah, thanks..."
The human nods. "I'm a lawyer," she says. "What do you do? Besides shout at people on street corners."
Dreadwind narrows his optics, "I'll ask the questions here. So, then...you're a lawyer. As a lawyer, what are you responsible for?"
Nyah Hunt slips over to the counter, and she erms, "One
of those Mocha Latta things." She hands over some cash, and comes back
with the hot coffee. She sets it down at the table, "Might warm you up
a bit. "
The human shrugs. "Depends what my clients want. I handle
mostly civil law."
Swindle is rocking on his wheel wells, fidgeting like
a kid at the store with his mom. "come ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
already!" he whines.
Victor Synn smiles and takes a sip, "Thanks... it's funny, now that I've... well... avenged my sister, I'm feeling somehow empty. I don't have that goal any longer... I feel listless."
Apocalypse has connected.
Dreadwind nods, "So you stand up for those who can't defend themselves, then?"
Nyah Hunt nods her head, "Yeah. I know that feeling all too well. Other than my goal right now is to keep myself out of trouble."
Victor Synn says, "I find myself asking... 'Now what?'."
Dreadwind hrms, "Interesting...and do you do this for
free, or for money/"
The human ehhhs and waves her hand back and forth. "Sort
of," she says. "My expertise has more to do with making sure people reach
fair agreements than anything else. And yes, I do get paid for it, but
I also do my share of pro bono work, which is for free."
Dreadwind hrms, "A shining example in troubled times, then." He turns to another human, "You! Where did this city come from?"
You say, "There's always scum out there that needs to get blown to bits. At least human scum.."
The other human looks over. "We built it, dumbass!"
Dreadwind scowls, "And what was here before it?"
The other human shrugs. "I dunno. Rocks? Dirt? indians an' trees an' junk?"
Apocalypse beeps his horn as the traffic is bumper to bumper. A few others in the road flip him the bird and honk their own horns in defiance.
Swindle grumbles and pulls into the coffee shop parking lot, trying to figure out where to go next now that the cabbie and the truck driver are swearing at each other over who's fault the accident was.
Dreadwind nods, "So you cleared all the original occupants away to make room for yourselves?
The other human shrugs. "Nah me, I wasn't born yet."
Dreadwind smirks behind his mask, "It was a generalization, you imbecile." He looks around him, "So this city was built upon the ashes of past conquests...how interesting. It would seem that you humans share a great deal in common with us..."
The other human snorts. "Sheah right. Whatevah man, I gotta get to work." He walks off.
Dreadwind blinks, and says to himself, "Humans truely are moronic. They have absolutely no respect for someone who could step on them just as easily and thoughtlessly as they stop on an insect."
Victor Synn sighs at Nyah, "Yeah, go kill some more thugs and criminals..."
Nyah Hunt looks to the window and back to Victor, "You can always start plugging away at the guys who want me dead..It's why I haven't been in New York much."
Swindle sulks in the parking lot, rocking on his wheel wells again. 'Boredboredboredbored..." he grumps.
Victor Synn says, "Get me names, last known addresses, and popular hangouts and I will."
Nyah Hunt nods her head, "I got all my old junk in Shock's room."
Dreadwind sighs and activates his anti-gravs, "Humans never cease to amaze me. They live their lives, oblivious to their own mortality. Their life-spans are remarkably brief, and yet they struggle through their days. They're ignorant to the futility of their existence!"
A man walking by Dreadwind shrugs. "Ehhh, it's a living."
A car juts out in front of the black semi and almost causes
an accident. A voice from the cab bellows
"Where did you learn to drive.....correspondence course."
The black cab creeps up on the little sports car and stops just inches
away before turning on its high beams.
Dreadwind toys with the idea of leveling this city as he looks around...but, fortunately, a jeep has distracted his thoughts.
Dreadwind hovers over to a jeep...a pink jeep, "By Primus, has there ever been anything so garishly covered? While Swindle is not exactly my favorite person, this horrible paint job is an insult to any Cybertronian who has been reformed into a Jeep! I should erradicate this monstrosity on general principle!"
Victor Synn lays his head down on the table, hand still cradling the coffee, "Sometimes I wonder about myself..."
The woman driving the jeep looks up at Dreadwind. "HEY!" she says. "I'll have you know this is a very popular color! It's the same one they used for the helicopter in Riptide!"
Dreadwind blinks at the woman, "I've no idea what you're talking about, but that doesn't change the fact that your vehicle is, to put it bluntly, uglier than an exploded petro-rabbit.
Nyah Hunt raises an eye ridge, "So the famed hunter is getting ready to toss it all in huh?"
The woman flips Dreadwind off and heads off as the light changes.
Swindle is still sulking in his jeep mode. "BORED!"
Dreadwind says, "Such audacity!"
A greasy haired New Yorker turns around and say "Who do you think you are talking to eh...and get those high beams outta my eyes before I has ta ruff yas up....you dont want none of the beefcake." The black semi returns "On the contrary...you will put that mop head of your back into the car and concentrate on your driving skills...."
Victor Synn shrugs to himself, "I'm not perfect, Nyah. Never claimed to be... I'm as full of self doubt as the next guy. Just not where it counts."
Dreadwind levels a thermal melter at the pink jeep, but hesitates pulling the trigger. His attention is drawn by a VW dealership, "Well, isn't that cute? Dozens of Bumblebees and Cliffjumpers! The thought makes me want to wretch!"
Swindle finishes his Brawlfit and heads out of the parking lot, leaving the city to coffee-drinkers and hit men.
Nyah Hunt places her head on the table, "And you're full of self doubt..Welcome to my little world."
Victor Synn mutters, "Yer not helping much." his tone
is humorous.