Mun is desperate to put her out there - she's not impressed.

[sandradeed]

Oh, please.

You mean to tell me that you dragged my cookies all the way over to this site here just so maybe, MAYBE someone would talk to me?

That's...actually pretty sad. Not sad because I'm lonely, boo-hoo - I'm not like that, not anymore. But sad for you, sitting there with your sad puppy dog eyes, tapping at your keyboard and worrying, worrying, worrying.

I've got some news for you.

NO ONE CARES.

You're sick, aren't you? Shouldn't you be resting, instead of beating a dead horse?

Or dead frog, I guess.

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[bring_the_beatdown]

[All of that was lost on this guy who is busily staring at her cookies.]]
Hey, it ain't so bad here. 'Specially you know, since I'm here.

[sandradeed]

[Oh, you have GOT to be kidding.

She puts on a coy smile, sizing him up.]

...Wow.

Gee, that changes everything, doesn't it?

[bring_the_beatdown]

Boy does it ever. See, I know this place and I can show ya around. Help ya get the lay of the land, you know?

[sandradeed]

Oh, I see!

And I bet a big, strapping cat like you...you would take good care of a poor, sad little thing like me?

[bring_the_beatdown]

[And he totally falls for it.]

Oh absolutely. I'm awesome at that kind of stuff. And plenty of other things too. Running, hurting people, bashing in the faces of no good REDs, and you know, things that ain't polite to say in public.

[sandradeed]

[She gets reaaaaaaaaaaaal close, wrapping her arm around his waist.]

...I bet you're great with the chicks too, right? Protecting the defenseless?

[bring_the_beatdown]

[A girl is touching him. A GIRLS TOUCHING HIM. Okay. Relax play it cool.]

Y-y-yeah. Totally. I can protect anything. And defend. Defend and protect. Yep.

[sandradeed]

[She runs her fingertips up and down his side, voice too-sweet.]

...And I bet I look like I need help, right? That's why you came over, right?

[bring_the_beatdown]

Nah, I think you can handle it, I was just backup. You know, should something worse come al_{long Hnngghh..}

[Scout's hormone addled brain goes into overdrive, nearly melting into her arms.]

[sandradeed]

Aw...isn't that sweet?

[An angelic smile...and then she throws him to the ground, standing over him with a snarl on her lips and a throwing knife in hand.]

I can handle whatever is worse, buddy. A square like you? You wouldn't have the stones to deal with Hell.

[bring_the_beatdown]

[That's a pretty unmanly yelp he just let out.]

Hey! What gives? I was just trying to help a girl out!

[His hand goes for his pistol tucked into the back of his pants.]

And I'm not a square.

[sandradeed]

Oh, please,you are SUCH a square.

[She tries to stomp on his wrist, aiming to pin his hand down.]

I don't need any help. Okay? I got lots of so-called help from people, and y'know where it got me?

Here.

[bring_the_beatdown]

[Hey, he liked that wrist.]

Yeah? And I was just trying ta show you around cuz you're new here and ya went all ballistic!

Now get the hell off me before I have to bash your skull in.

[sandradeed]

Just trying to show me around?

That wouldn't have anything to do with you staring at my rack, would it?

[She drops down, straddling him.]

I once knew a ass who said the same kind of thing. About bashing my skull in.

It didn't end so well for him.

[bring_the_beatdown]

What? It's a free country! I can look if I wanna!

Lady, you don't even know. I hurt people. It's what I do and I'm awesome at it.

[the_other_green_seeker]

[Hey there. Have a 30-foot tall, green jet-robot looking at you with a distinctly confused expression.]

What do dead organic animals have to do with anything?

[sandradeed]

[You know what, she would probably be freaked out if she wasn't from Hell. Even so, she's kind of nervous, ready to move out of the way at any time.]

It's an expression, chief. It doesn't really matter.

[the_other_green_seeker]

If you say so. [shrugs] Never can tell with squishies, though. Their language can be slaggin' weird sometimes.

[sandradeed]

...Says the guy using words like....

"Slaggin'?"

[the_other_green_seeker]

... Point.

Anyway, 'slag' and variants of it is kinda an all-purpose Cybertronian curse word. Most of the really good ones don't translate to any organic language, though. [smirk]

[sandradeed]

...Cybertronian.

Whatever you say. Guess I'm not gonna argue with a cat who looks like you do.

[She sits back, raising a brow.]

What do they sound like? The "good" ones?

[the_other_green_seeker]

Well, a personal favorite of mine is [says something in Cybertronain, a language which contains a great number of mechanical and electronic noises that would be difficult, if not impossible, for human vocal chords to reproduce]. It insinuates things about someone's creator that would have just about any bot up in arms. [More Cybertronian] is the traditional reprisal, though I usually like to add that the bot who said it was 'field assembled with a half-powered syncro-laser', just for flavor.

If your looking for flyer-specific ones, there's [more Cybertronian] and [still more Cybertronian], which roughly translate to 'one whose fuel-lines are full of dirt' and 'one who interfaces with the ground', respectively.

Then of course there's the ever-popular [even more Cybertronian] which is less flyer-specific, but is also indicates that the bot on the receiving end isn't to picky about the quality of their interface partners. There probably is an equivilant to that one, but I'm not up on squishy mating habits, so I don't know it.

[sandradeed]

[She's relatively quiet, but she laughs a little. Apparently, some things are just universal, aren't they?]

...I think the word you'd be looking for with that last one would be "floozy" or "tart." Maybe "hussy" or "tramp."

[the_other_green_seeker]

[Chuckles slightly. Swearing is fun!]

Could be. I think a 'tart' is also some kind of human food, though I could be wrong.

[sandradeed]

It is. Kind of a pastry with fruit in it.

I used to...make...them.

[For a second, she looks far away...but promptly shakes herself.]

Anyway, lots of words have two meanings.

[ancientstalker]

Mundanes often do silly things. I'm starting to think this is a failing most humans have.

[sandradeed]

...To err is human, right?

'Course I'm human too, so I guess I'm just as much to blame, right?

[ancientstalker]

You can't be blamed for your own mental shortcomings.

[sandradeed]

.....................

My own mental shortcomings.

Gee.

I bet you get ALL the chicks.

[ancientstalker]

Not really. I'm only interested in one.

[gamma_rage]

We don't always get what we want, do we?

Still. Sometimes you do find people who'll accept you for who you are. Talk to you, even.

[He removes his glasses and polishes them, more for something to fidget with than because then need cleaning.]

[sandradeed]

Please. I'm from Hell, and even before, the way things went for me? I could write a book on not getting what I want.

[She smirks, sizes the guy up.]

I don't care if people accept me. I know who I am.

[bookofjohn]

[Here is someone. He did not know you but now he does since his writer is telling him things but.

...It's just confusing and some days it's hard to think.]

...I...beg to differ.

[sandradeed]

[You ring a bell. It's faint and quiet, but even still. She's not Tamara anymore...not really]

...You're saying you care? Really?

[bookofjohn]

...I do.

And so do they, they have to. And that's not bad.

[sandradeed]

You don't even know me, pal.

...I guess not. But I'm not really used to people giving a flying rat's ass about me.

[bookofjohn]

No.

I suppose I don't. [but god you look familiar.] I just think there's little and less caring in the world the way he made it.

[sandradeed]

Mmm.

I got the short end of the stick in the caring category.

Kind of why I'm here.

[She does look familiar, doesn't she? Just another sinner, only farther gone than you....]

[painteddoll]

[Talk to? She mimes a mocking laugh, which quickly turns into a sly, excited, silent giggle. That part about beating a dead frog. She likes it.]

[sandradeed]

[Oh. You. She raises a brow, toying with her knife.]

...Doll.

Well, lookit what the cat dragged in, huh?

[painteddoll]

[In the flesh! Head tilted, she held out her arms in a skewed ta-da. Cat-bedraggled, though? Not quite. Dolly never looks anything but her best, silly little hopper.]

[sandradeed]

[Dart isn't impressed.]

How've you been doing? Did you do something different? A few new cracks in the face?

[painteddoll]

[Scowl. When Doll's eyebrows knit together, the porcelain cracks grind, both uncomfortable to hear and, perhaps - though she'd never admit - to feel. If she more readily made sounds of her own, she would have snorted. Instead, she just makes the face for it, then primp her shoulder-tulle and roll her head along with her eyes. Such attitude, so quickly!]

[sandradeed]

[Dart smirks, giggling darkly and shining her knife on her sweater.]

Don't like being on the receiving end very much, do ya?