[voice | private to Breakdown | also backdated]

[10_20_15_5_50]

Hey, Breakdown.

[Sam's tone is one he's heard before---the once before, when Knock Out arrived and no-one yet knew whether he was real or another imposter; serious and slightly apologetic.]

I'm sorry to be sort of springing this on you, but I have something important to ask.

Comments

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[He nods] Yeah. Sounds good to me. See you soon then.

[voice to action]

[10_20_15_5_50]

Seeya.

[Bwip.]

[It's soon-ish that Sam arrives at the apartment, announced by a now-familiar knock (low) on the door.]

Re: [voice to action]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[After a moment she’ll hear heavy footsteps and Breakdown steps over and opens the big door.] Sam.

[action]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[She's standing there patiently, her hands in her pockets, and smiles up at the 'Con before stepping inside.]

Hey.

I gotta say: this is weird.

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[a_little_red_in_the_face]

Weird? How?

[10_20_15_5_50]

The rationale makes perfect sense, since testing my blast is the sensible thing to do, but I will basically be trying to push pain at a person I like. Not a situation I ever anticipated... Not that any of this is, but y'know.

[She'll turn up her hands, shrugging. It is what it is, but still.]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[He shrugs] Consider it training. Last thing you want is to find yourself facing an enemy and not know what to expect of your attack.

[10_20_15_5_50]

[She shrugs in turn.]

Last thing I want is to be facing an enemy without an attack, but that's not far from it. So...

When you're ready?

[automobileenthusiast]

[HOLD THAT THOUGHT, NERDS. Knock Out is strolling in from whatever back room he was hanging out in. Doin' Knock Out stuff. You know how it goes.]

Breakdown! Why didn't you tell me we were having company? I would have tidied the place up a bit.

[And a polite little nod to Sam HI SAM]

What are you two up to?

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[He gives a shrug.] Sorry, spur of the moment, Doc.

She's here to test her magic attack, see what it does to bots.

[10_20_15_5_50]

Knock Out, hey.

[Sam gives a little wave, nodding in affirmation.]

Figured it would be for the best, so I know what I've got if I'm in a bad spot and bereft of my emergency contacts. Don't suppose I could count you as one...? Yet to really see it on the road, but I bet your alt-mode moves like a rumour.

[automobileenthusiast]

Oh, It's quite all right, Breakdown.

[yes perfect the way to Knock Out's spark is right through his ego good job. he even puffs up a bit, like one of those sassy fat birds. Only metal and shiny.]

Well now, I think that can be arranged. Just try to go easy on him, hm~?

[he's sure Breakdown can take it buuuuut hey.]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[Breakdown rolls his optics at Knock Out and shakes his head before looking at Sam.] Where you wanna do this?

[10_20_15_5_50]

[That wasn't even a calculated compliment, but the way Knock Out puffs up---somehow managing in spite of being mechanical?---is both impossible to miss and oddly endearing. He is like one of those sassy birds! Sam nods, before turning back to Breakdown.]

I should be asking you that, since it makes no difference to me.

[automobileenthusiast]

[DON'T MIND KNOCK OUT he's just going to watch. DO MAGIC STUFFFF]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[He shrugs.] This blast of yours usually affect things around your target?

[10_20_15_5_50]

Nah, never. It's a very [she makes a chopping motion with one hand; direct,] business.

[automobileenthusiast]

[And then Knock Out inspected his fingers hmm they are so shiny. in other words keep doin what you're doin KO will comment when THE TIME IS RIGHT. and by comment i mean probably freak out]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[Breakdown nods.] Then here's fine. Hit me.

[10_20_15_5_50]

Okay.

[There's little to it---she looks at Breakdown, and then there's a faint, brittle chatter as a patch of paint on his chest abruptly bubbles into blisters. They appear so suddenly most break open and show the now-bare metal beneath, creating a mass of tiny craters covering an area the size of the big bot's palm.]

[automobileenthusiast]

[Actually okay what Knock out is starting to look really unsure about this uhhh]

Er...

[No really what is this meatball doing]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[He lets out a soft hiss. It does sting, much more than he figured it would. After that he pauses and softly brushes his fingers over the spot of blistered paint.]

Huh...That was...different. It has a sting to it, but that's gone the moment it'd one, and it's not much.

Sorry, Sam.

[And then he notices the look on his partner's face...and smirks, amused.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[This meatball is doing magic, sir! Or, was. Now she's gazing up at Breakdown, looking mildly affronted.]

Son of a bitch.

[It comes out almost conversationally, before Sam flaps a hand at Breakdown's 'sorry'.]

You've got nothing to say sorry for. If it wasn't for you, I would be without some pretty vital information. Now I know: I'm going to have to get creative when I can't call for help.

[automobileenthusiast]

Don't you give me that look!

[Don't mind Knock Out getting all prissy guys sorry sorry]

That's the last time you volunteer for any weird magic experiments! Do you have any idea how long it's going to take to fix that paint!?

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[He snickers at that.]

Hey, it doesn't bother me. This is why I volunteered and you didn't.