Nexus and LinkVerse. Outside the Black Dog and Bar on Jumper's Wake. Bigots and New Sparks

[dens_extra_pups]

guy: Of course he's gay. Watch how easy it'll be for me to pick him up.

DivaShot: EEEEEK! Mal, save me!

Mal: *dooom! Pain! DESPAIR!*

DivaShot: *wibbly flaily fit*

guy: Who the $##@$#@ are you!!!

Mal: I'm that pink guy you just hit on's wife, jerkface!

guy: *cusses and runs*

DivaShot: *spaz, spaz, spaz, wobble, skidplate meet ground* @_@

Mal: *growls after departing guy, then gives guy's friends a dirty look before turning and going to her husband to slap him gently upside the head*

DivaShot: *just a bit too hot* *flinch*

Mal: *goes around to his back and starts unbuttoning his dress, blowing her fans on him as she does* *gruffly* Intake deeply.

DivaShot: *starting to shake. Wasn't expecting to be hit on by anyone, much less a big mech. It's one thing to get looked at by mech and femme alike, but a whole different game when they try to do more than just look* *turns so he can hide his face on Mal*

Mal: *gentle arms around him. And then turns a glare at one of the guy's friends as that bot speaks up*

bot: Hey, where do you get off being such a bigoted glitch?

Mal: *optic visor flashes* Bigoted?? That rusted out scrapheap assumes that any guy who likes pretty stuff has to be gay, and I'm bigoted? I have news for you, slag for processor, the gay guy I used to know used to chew things like you up and spit them out for fun. Literally.

DivaShot: *cycling air and clinging to his mate like a lifeline*

bot: Whatever, @#$#@&.

Mal: *low growl* Yeah. Whatever. But just you remember. I'm a 'Con. And this pink glitch is MY pink glitch. Anybody that messes with him is never gonna know another moment's peace in his own head for the rest of his stinking existence.

bot: *laughs at her and smacks his fist into his palm, figuring that she's too busy comforting the pink guy to come after him. Knows not that something feathery is behind him on the path*

fDinobot: *low growl* Is there a problem?

other bots: *look behind the friend that's facing off against Mal*

bot 2: What the slag are you supposed to be?

Mal: *looks over there and laughs harshly*

fDinobot: *calmly, narrowing his eyes slightly* That is not your concern.

bot 3: Yeah? Well this isn't yours, so get lost. *turns back toward the fight*

Mal: *quietly, with pure ebil in her small voice* That's his brother.

bot: ...What?

Mal: That guy I told you about. That's his brother. *lowers head and gives very rotten grin as she continues to comfort Scattershot*

fDinobot: *looking to Mal and frowning when he sees how badly DivaShot is shaking* What happened?

bot 3: *threatening step toward the feathery organic creature* Like I said. None of your business. Step along.

Mal: *sends fDinobot a databurst*

fDinobot: *low, dangerous growl, GLARES at the unfamiliar bots*

bot 3 and bot 2: *crack their knuckles and step toward him*

Mal: *starts laughing quietly*

fDinobot: *going to show these fools what trouble they've just brought upon themselves*

bot: *optics go white at the yells from his friends. He turns, steps back... and gets belted in the head by the round thing that just hurtled out of the front door of the Black Dog*

Vi: *uncurls and cackles as her target staggers and falls on his rear* Owned, %&$*%$#&*#.

Mal: *shields her Shot as feathers, sparks, and plating fly, then watches as the three bots follow their presumptuous leader*

fDinobot: *shakes a few loose feathers off and casually inspects his claws. Didn't even transform to root mode during the brief scuffle*

Vi: *more cackle, is rickrolling the derpy bots as they beat a hasty retreat*

passing human: ...So he's straight? *looks at all the pink and lace*

Mal: *visor flashes again* Who says anybody has to be anything? Get lost, jerk!

human: *abashed and embarrassed retreat*

Mal: *blows more cool air on divaShot and strokes his head gently*

DivaShot: *shivers and continues to cycle air* *softly* Mal?

Mal: Yeah? *looks down to meet his optics*

DivaShot: 'M cold...

Mal: *shuts off the fans* Derp.

fDinobot: *amused rustling of feathers* His skirt is dirty.

DivaShot: *soft clicks and shuttering of his optics*

Mal: *absent stink eye for fDinobot* We'll clean it. *quietly* Shot? You gotta let go of me so I can button you back up.

DivaShot: *wibble, small nod as he reluctantly lets go of Mal*

Vi: Here. Lemme help. *moving to get at the buttons, is being incredibly careful with her pinchers*

Mal: *blinks* Pay you back later. *resumes comforting husband*

Vi: *snort* I got to beat someone upside the head. I'd say we're even. *buttoning!*

DivaShot: *clings to Mal and nuzzles*

Mal: *snerk* Yeah, you say that now. *knows you, sister. As well as she knows herself. Wonder why?*

Vi: *razz*

Mal: *grins, and then looks up as a shadow falls over them*

Tarantulus: Everything alright out here?

Vi: *finishes buttoning DivaShot's dress and zips into the air* Thanks for the fastball special! *cackle*

Mal: *quietly* I don't think he's gonna be able to get up. You wanna take us and dump us by our front door?

Tarantulus: *nods and moves to carefully lift DivaShot and Mal*

DivaShot: *clings to mate* *cycling air and trying to stay calm*

Mal: Easy, glitchead. *arms still around her Shot's neck* Keep cycling.

Tarantulus: *will bring the couple to their front door* *is also letting Rhinox know about this*

Rhinox: *dryly, from his place on the busy early morning bar* //I wonder if those two will ever have an unexciting day off.//

Tarantulus: //Compared to today? They do.//

Rhinox: //Yeah, right. They're usually out making someone else's life miserable, either on the front steps or on Xbox Live.//

Tarantulus: //Don't remind me.// *carefully setting the couple down right next to the front door*

Mal: *thanks Tarantulus, and then bullies her husband into standing up and coming inside, where she'll take off his poor muddy dress, put it to soak, then steal all the rest of his clothes and get him into a pink bubble bath for a back and wing wash*

Back outside

tawny mech with red accents and a lean, handsome face: *had watched the entire confrontation from the porch, and now he walks down the steps and stands there looking up at the little round thing that's bopping around gleefully in mid-air. Is of previously unrecorded tech, and has green optics*

Vi: *amusing the heck out of herself by sharing the recording of the aft-kicking with the multinets* *cackle*

tawny mech: *corner of his mouth twitches at that cackle* So what are you?

Vi: *startles and whirls to face the mech* Who the slag're you?

tawny mech: *slight grin grows a bit* They call me Link.

Vi: *impression of a headtilt*

Link: So... what are you? If I offer to buy you energy will you kick my aft?

Vi: *would be grinning a dirty rotten grin if she had a mouth to do so with* I'm a bundle of vituperation and evil..... But I won't kick your aft if you're buying.

Link: *grin grows as he holds out a hand to her* Vituperation and evil, huh? You don't feel like Unicron.

Vi: *cackle* Unicron's a skidplate.

Link: *quiet chuckle, still holding out his hand* Yeah, he is.

Vi: *floats down to grab Link's hand*

Link: *gentle curl of the fingers to nudge her so she's sitting in that hand, and then glances at the bar* That one, or somewhere else?

Vi: The 'Dog is fine. Their energon pellets are good. *the real question is, how the heck does she know that?*

Link: Isn't it also full of your relatives?

Vi: They can kiss my skidplate.

Link: *quirks a brow at her, just daring her to be adventurous. There is something youthful but ancient in those green optics

Vi: ....Where else did you have in mind? *curious*

Link: Well, there's this place out in the quadriate sector of this one reality. They have direct energy links with different flavours.

Vi: .....Well what the slag are we waiting for?

Link: *chuckles and cups his other hand over her. There's a swish, a slight flash, and a bit of displacement, and then he's uncovering her and looking around what appears to be an enclosed garden*

Vi: Whoah..... *zipping up to get a good look at the surroundings*

garden: *contains both organic plants and cybernetic ones, as well as crystals and other rocks. Over to one side is a cheerful little bar with a wide open door*

Vi: Holy ^%$&^&$*^#$%.....

Link: *watching her, that quiet grin still on his face*

Vi: *zipping all over the place and half-wondering if this is what it'd be like if tShowtime let her garden go into overdrive*

tawny mech with black and white trim: *looks out of the bar and hails Vi's companion* Hey, Link, what's up?

Link: Busy right now, Katana. You're going to have to test those boomsticks on your own.

Katana: ... Weirdo. I don't have anything to test. *laughs and goes back inside*

Link: *quiet chuckle as he looks back to see where Vi is. Everything about him is quiet... but there is an intensity about him too*

Vi: *looks like she wants to go on in, but is just a bit unsure*

Link: *walks toward the bar, holding out his hand to her as he goes. There's something confidence inspiring about him too*

Vi: *back down to Link's hand* *looking around and making note of the differences in tech from everything she's familiar with*

Link: *pauses just inside the comfortably crowded room* Table or bar?

Vi: *slight tilt as she thinks* Bar....

Link: *crinkles those green optics at the corners, and then meanders his way among the tables to where a burly orange and black mech holds court behind a well polished bar that looks like it used to be someone... very big's... wing*

orange and black barkeep: *looks up from cleaning part of the bar* Hey, Link. Your usual?

Link: Sure, and a direct link for the bundle of evil and vituperation. *says this with no trace of mockery, though there is laughter in his voice and optics*

barkeep: *looks* *snort* *will get everything ready* *to Vi* What's your preference?

Vi: .... Er.....

Link: Try green. *leans an elbow on the bar as he sets her loose*

Vi: What he said....

barkeep: *chuckles and nods as he gets the direct link ready*

Link: *nudges the little Sewercon virus gently with one finger* So. 'Vi', huh?

Vi: *dips a bit in a nod* Yeah.... Short for Vituperation.... *surprised blurt when she gets her first taste of the energy*

Link: Move off the plate if it gets too strong.

Vi: *small shiver. Hadn't even noticed the plate embedded in the bar till it activated*

Link: *watching her to make sure she's not being damaged* *satisfied that she's alright, but proly feeling a lot more weee than she ever has before, he resumes chatting* So who pinned that tag on you?

Vi: Named myself.... *chuckles. Is feeling quite 'weee' now* After I kept 'causin' a furry derp t' cuss....

Link: *as he takes his own drink* Thanks, Wake. *sip* Furry derp?

Vi: .... *snickerfit* The alternate of the bartender. *so amused and just a bit giddy now*

Link: *chuckle* Oh. Another Wake. Not now, Lumen. Go bug Katana. *doesn't turn as he speaks, though the lights have been blocked by something large looming behind him*

Lumen: *shrugs* Alright. *wanders off to pester the other member of their team*

Vi: *snickerfit*

Link: *sips his drink and quirks a brow ridge at her*

Vi: The Lu I know's a bitty guy..... And that guy's not! *cackle* *buzzie buzz wheeee*

Link: I've seen another big blue guy there a few times. *sip* The guy that's here's part of my team.

Vi: *snerk* The blue lug's a derp.... *half-sparked attempt to scoot off the plate, since her processor's pretty spinny*

Link: *fingers close around her gently and lift her free, then cup around her as he watches her* I guess it must be a multiversal Lumen trait.

Vi: *buuuzzzed* The little guy's notta derp.... 'Clipsie sees t' that....

Link: Okay. I was wrong. *has some more of his drink. No. He's not wearing a badge. Neither is the bartender, or those two femmes over at the end of the bar who are slapping each other on the head and laughing*

Vi: Kid's... cute... Fer a Maximal... *splat*

Link: *pokes at her gently* Vi?

Vi: *muffled* Stuff's all spinny.... *keh keh keh* Zaptrivia's not even this much fun.....

Link: Do I need to take you home already?

Vi: No....

Link: *chuckles* Sure?

Vi: *razz*

Link: *closes her oh so gently inside his hand as he has some more of his drink*

WakeJumper: *nods to Link's hand* First timer?

Link: She lives in a bar, but it doesn't look like they direct link energy there. *careful little squeeze like a hug for the occupant of the hand*

WakeJumper: *chuckle* Wonder what that place is like.... *polishes part of the bar*

Link: *quietly* I'd bring you guys along if I could. Still don't know why I'm the only one that can Travel.

WakeJumper: *slight shrug* I'm sure there's a reason for it. *without looking* Dropkick, that's enough.

Dropkick: *razzes her mech batch-initiator before returning her attention to the cheerful argument she's having with her femme batch-initiator*

Link: Every one you build just brightens this reality up more. *opens his hand slightly to check on Vi*

Vi: *cheerfully cussing herself out for not getting off the plate sooner*

WakeJumper: *chuckle* You wouldn't know now that she and Lumen were such docile hatchlings......

Link: I don't know if I'd call Lumen docile. But then you were too big to crawl after him and get him out of all the places he got stuck. *very gentle poke for Vi as he remembers the antics of his vorn younger friend*

Vi: *soft, startled sound and a bit of a weeeble wobble*

WakeJumper: True.... But Eclipse had a few places she wasn't able to fit into either....

Link: *chuckles* At least exploring doesn't usually cause explosions. *turns the poke into a gentle and reassuring stroke for the little being in his hand*

WakeJumper: *small nod* True.... *looks to the little thing in Link's hand* So what is she?

Link: A virus. But non-harmful unless you get on her slag list. *slight smile as he focuses on Vi*

Vi: *a virus that is currently close to conking out.... and is acting very cuddly as a result of her overcharge*

WakeJumper: Huh... *hand in mate's face to stop her from pestering the little thing*

Eclipse: *protests this*

Link: Leave her alone, Eclipse. I wasn't joking about the slag list. //I should take you home, Vi.//

Eclipse: *signing irately* {But it's something new to learn about!}

WakeJumper: *hand still on mate's face, other hand on daughter's face* Maybe you should take her home....

Vi: *groggily* //Huh?//

Link: Yeah. *slight chuckle as he gets to his feet* //I'm bringing you home. You're getting too cuddly for a first date.//

Vi: *snuggle that she'd deny doing if she was sober and around her family* //Mmmkay....//

Link: *gentle rub on her back with his thumb, then teleports back to the front steps of the Black Dog. Thumb still rubbing*

mWakeJumper: *looks up from where he's busing tables* Table, booth, or bar?

Link: Is Rhinox around?

mWakeJumper: He's playing with his kids. *nods toward the bar* *then double-takes* Is that Vi?

Link: *as he turns toward the bar* Yeah. She's a little indisposed.

Rhinox: *looks up as he hears someone asking Nemesis where he is, then comes out from under the top of the bar to see who wants him*

Nemesis: *crooks a thumb toward him and then goes to mix another drink*

Link: *quirks a slight half grin and carefully sets Vi into the surprised Maximal's hands* She's a little indisposed. I'll see you later, Vi.

Vi: *sleeeep*

mLumen: *scooting for the edge of the top bar level to see who Uncle Rhinox is talking to*

Link: *last gentle touch for Vi, and then turns and walks away*

Rhinox: *frowning down at his daughter, and then gives her a stern shake* Vi! Wake up!

Vi: *groggy protest and an impression of bleary blinking*

Rhinox: You want to tell me how the slag you wound up with a spark?

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