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Post by Cira Knight on Dec 30, 2011 3:30:31 GMT -5
November 18th, 2027//Time: 5:00 pm local time Cira was on another Parkour run after teaching a few flight students. KITT was back at the base, spending some time with Interceptor and training in his robotic form. Cira was spending more time with Jazz and less with KITT on and off duty now that he had a robotic form. But now, it was time to go solo for a bit, and she was enjoying it as usual. She was running through a parking garage, music on her iPod blaring loudly to save power on her phone since she had music on that too. She vaulted over the hoods or roofs of vehicles with ease one after the other, lightly touching them on most cases. There were few motorcycles occupying the parking garage as usual but she did come across one, a nice sleek black one. She wasn't as familiar with motorcycles as she was vehicles, which she knew like the back of her hand. Cira leaped off a small Subaru and touched the ground before lightly and coincidentally jumping off of Whiplash's alternate mode into a roll before lunging into a run leaping over a red Mazda a space over from him. As she moved, her feet might touch the seat of his alternate mode because she hadn't seen the motorcycle before hopping onto the Subaru before him. |
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Post by whiplash on Dec 30, 2011 4:13:53 GMT -5
Sometimes it felt nice to get away from the base.
…okay, it always felt nice to get away from the base. Whiplash knew he belonged with the Decepticons, but sometimes it was hard to get along with his comrades. They were brash, loud, violent, and he had to be constantly on his toes to make sure that he wasn’t ambushed (even if these so-called ambushes were largely products of his paranoid imagination). Even though he had no current reason to believe that his comrades were plotting his demise, he decided to be prepared in case they did. That was how you survived, by attacking first.
So he was taking a little extra time on this scouting mission. It wouldn't hurt to roll into base a little bit late. It wasn't as if anyone would miss him--and if they, then what were they planning?
He had been in recharge when the human approached him. His hyper-alert sensors had roused him from a peaceful, dreamless sleep the moment she was close enough to him to displace the air a foot from his person, and when he felt her feet brushing over the rich black leather of his seat, he snarled and struck.
Cira was a Parkour master, so she might have been able to twist herself out of the reach of the tentacle that suddenly shot out for her ankle. If not, she would find herself slamming into the ground, a thick tentacle wrapped around her lower leg. It originated from a mass of raised plates near the motorcycle’s gas tank.
The single headlight of the sleek black Yamaha Fazer Midnight Special was swiveled to face Cira, like an unblinking eye. “Just what the fuck are you tryin’ to pull, human?” The voice was clearly young, tinged with a faint Brooklyn accent. It was also using a decidedly non-Cybertronian curse word. “You wanna rumble? Is that it?”
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Post by Cira Knight on Dec 30, 2011 4:30:18 GMT -5
A tentacle? She certainly wasn't expecting that. She always knew she might be good with spontaneity but she certainly wasn't perfect. Cira tried to push forward as she began to tuck into a forward handspring as she started to leap for the Mazda while being snagged by the metallic appendage thing; she attempted a break dance type maneuver and twisted her legs around slightly, only to little avail. This merely softened her landing as she tried to twist back into the leap, but instead she nearly hit her head and back against the small car.
She was a bit stunned. But luckily, she had her wrist blades on her person as well as her guns and many clips of ammo in her cargo pants pockets and small backpack she carried when she worked out. "Woah yer a Cybertronian? Geeze dude, I didn't know. Can ya let go of mah leg? I was just passin' through th' garage. And no I dont really wanna fight/spar since yer a stranger..."
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Post by whiplash on Dec 30, 2011 13:35:18 GMT -5
Whiplash had expected the human woman to fall in a heap, not to twist like that and land in an almost graceful fashion. Clearly, he was dealing with a professional here. He also didn’t buy a word of her excuse. An accident? A likely story!
“So you just happened to pick the garage with a Cybertronian squattin' it. And you just happened to touch me while you were… doing… whatever it is you were doing.” He extended his second tentacle, and let this one arch menacingly over his body, bladed tip activating and sparking. The one gripping her ankle was not activated, but still holding tight. Whiplash gave it a yank, attempting to drag Cira closer. "That's real convenient. Too conveninent, if y'ask me."
“You know, I think maybe the boss’d like to talk to you. If you come quietly, I won‘t jolt ya.” He didn’t believe for an instant that this suspicious human would not come quietly, though.
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Post by Cira Knight on Dec 31, 2011 0:35:27 GMT -5
Cira smirked, trying to hide the anticipation she was feeling and the danger she was sensing. Okay so this was definitley a Decepticon and not an Autobot given his aggressive tone and the fact that he was still holding onto her. She tensed as she tried to resist being dragged closer, but she stubbornly tried to hold her ground with her free arms and leg.
"What I was doing is called Parkour. And actually, it is entirely possible and convenient ta encounter humans out jogging and stuff. I get around. More to the point, I don't even KNOW you, so it's not like I was hunting you. 'Bumping' into you was a mistake. Now please, I'll ask ya kindly and leave ya alone. Let me go." she finished with a growl. If he wouldn't, then the 'fleshy' would not be afraid to defend herself.
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Post by whiplash on Dec 31, 2011 1:34:25 GMT -5
If Cira had any doubt about her antagonist’s faction inclinations, they would be put to rest as Whiplash rolled forward. The Decepticon logo was emblazoned on either side of his gas tank in the same coppery color as his wheel accents. “You expect me to believe you? You’re dumber than you look,” the motorcycle hissed. “I bet the Autobots sent you. They’re probably waiting outside to ambush me. Ha!”
The tentacle released her ankle, arching up and activating the bladed tip, which sparked menacingly, and then the rest of the plates began to shift. Matte black moved against flashing silver and glinting copper, and when it was all done a lean Decepticon knelt before her, kneeling forward, bracing himself on his arms in a stance like a sprinter’s about to take off. His legs were an odd configuration--digitigrade--which meant that she would be dealing with an opponent of unusual agility.
She could catch a brief flash of four venomously green optics above a bristling mass of silvery mouthparts before a battle mask and visor slammed into place. His head was streamlined, ending in two graceful, curved black horns. He wasn’t particularly large, as far as Cybertronians went, but he looked ready and willing to do harm. His tentacles sparked in the air, poised and ready to snap forward.
“I’m gonna ask you again, human--who sent you?”
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Post by Cira Knight on Dec 31, 2011 2:50:11 GMT -5
"No one sent me, I'm bein' as straight forward as I can." Cira stood up and glared at Whiplash squarely. "I run in Parking garages all the time to practice Parkour and keep up mah stamina. It's more believable than yer makin' it ta be." Cira took a small step back towards the Mazda until she bumbed it lightly, then moved towards the hood, ready to leap over that since she lost all the momentums the would have had to jump over the roof instead.
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Post by whiplash on Dec 31, 2011 3:01:25 GMT -5
Whiplash growled. To another Cybertronian, it was not a particularly intimidating sound. It was much higher-pitched than the deep rumble of an engine. In the confined, echoing space of the parking garage, to human ears, it was distinctly more menacing. “Wrong answer.”
Whiplash lunged. He was all fury and bluster with no finesse. He leaped like a cat, with his claws outstretched, ready to make a grab; though he was fast, it probably wouldn’t have been particularly hard for Cira to dodge the initial assault. If not, she would find herself pinned to the roof of the Mazda by a very irritated Decepticon.
If she did manage to dodge, Whiplash skidded on past her, scrambling to orient himself towards his prey once more.
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Post by Cira Knight on Dec 31, 2011 3:17:53 GMT -5
"Aww fudge monkies." Cira snarled and vaulted over the hood of a Mazda with two hands nimbly, then avoided Whiplash from lunging at her immediately by temporarily zipping between the blue pick up truck ahead and the mazda. She then used the tire as leverage and leaped from one end of the truck bed to another then leaped over the roof of a Toyota Corolla thereafter with a brief flip. "Well you'll soon learn why I practice so much!" Cira hollered and made a break for the corner up ahead by first vaulting side ways over a gray Chevy van then used it and the corner as a breaking point to take out one of her trusty .45 caliber pistols and then continued to run.
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Post by whiplash on Dec 31, 2011 3:28:04 GMT -5
Whiplash skidded against the cement, head swiveling to bring Cira back into his range of vision. He snarled, lashing his tentacles as she began to weave her way nimbly through the cars, taunting him as she did. Clearly this was planned. She was not just some innocent passerby, especially if she could do that. Why would a human even need to do something like that?
To antagonize Decepticons, that’s why.
He leapt after her. His method of locomotion was not as graceful as Cira’s. He simply leaped onto the nearest car, crushing the hood and splintering the windshield as he did. He then leaped to the next, using them as stepping-stones to close the distance between himself and the human. The low ceiling of the garage forced him to crouch, and his movements were decidedly catlike. He would pounce, scrabble at his perch, and then pounce again, rather gracelessly pursuing the human. The air was filled with the sounds of crunching class, screeching metal, and the injured wails of car alarms.
When he noticed her arming herself, he growled again. “You think those tiny little human weapons are going to help you? You’re just lucky I want you alive, human!”
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Post by Cira Knight on Dec 31, 2011 20:10:07 GMT -5
Was it bad of her to think that she had been HOPING for a chance to use her pistols? Cira managed to avoid most of the pounces, though occasionally she had to tuck and roll from a surprise jump that might make her lose her balance otherwise to narrowly avoid them. "We'll see about that!"
She'd spent a good bit of time with Mike at the shooting range, she knew how to use these things. Jumping over a car and ducking behind it, she popped up above the roof and fired at Whiplash's optics as he pursued her. Her accuracy was impressive despite the fact that she was running for her life. It would take a while before her arms began to shake up and her accuracy decreased with using up her cardiovascular energy. Luckily, that was what she excelled in, so Whiplash would be on a run for his money so to speak with this one! She was the adoptive daughter of a man who's father was legendary, and Mike had certainly taught her well since he had an extensive military background.
Cira had her aiming points on Whiplash already picked out, and the optics were merely the first ones she liked to go for.
((did a dice roll for some of this xD))
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Post by whiplash on Jan 1, 2012 0:06:42 GMT -5
Whiplash had just landed on top of another car, scrabbling as his weight crumpled the ood, and swiveled to look at Cira just in time to get a faceful of bullets.
He jerked back, but his battle-mask and visor did their job, and he didn’t suffer any major damage. They would not take a direct hit like that again without buckling, though, and he immediately weaved to the side, scampering off the car and taking cover behind a larger vehicle--an impressive, black, shiny SUV.
When he popped out again, he had his arm-blasters deployed, and without a word he fired. He wasn’t aiming at Cira, but rather directing a spray of bullets at the car she was using as cover. He wanted her alive, after all. Even with the possibility of ricochet, it was not likely that she would be hit by any of them. It was mainly suppressive fire; he was trying to get her to duck back down so that he could move closer.
It would all depend on Cira’s actions. Whiplash didn’t wait to see what she would do; after he had fired, he clambered over the SUV, once again using all of his limbs and coming at her, occasionally darting to the left or the right in an attempt to foul her aim.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 2, 2012 7:07:07 GMT -5
Cira flipped backwards into a forward handspring and did a mid air twist to redirect herself so she faced away from the vehicle that practically burst in half before her. She crouched temporarily as she landed, turning her back to the explosion and covering the sides of her face to avoid getting unwanted head/facial and neck lacerations as the debris flew. Some debris flew dangerously close to parts of her she did not wish to be cut up (her legs), but she didn't go completely unscathed unfortunately. She could feel the burn on her cargo pants and swore inwardly. She felt her black hooded sweatshirt heat up, and glass shards stung her legs.
She bolted with her arms still raised on either side of her head for a few nanoseconds longer just in case, but thankfully she had missed most of it. {"Damn the Cybertronians and the glorious power at their disposal! I think I'ma ask Dad if he can see about gettin' me an AA12 for Christmas!"} she thought to herself, imagining just how much more effective that powerful fully automatic shotgun would be for her right now; the AA12 could use several different types of bullets, some that could pack a punch equivalent to miniature bombs---Cira forcefully snapped out of her wishful thinking as another different SUV popped up in front of her just ahead of the next parking space. Was she going up the ramp? She wasn't paying attention to that at the moment.
Her arms burning, Cira placed her free hand on the hood and vaulted over smoothly before ducking around that, and making a high speed break for the start of the next level of the ramp, ready to try something different she had in mind, but she would have to get to the ramp itself first. She pushed herself as hard as her legs would allow her, gripping the pistol tightly.
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Post by whiplash on Jan 2, 2012 19:31:06 GMT -5
In the middle of the loud chaos, a single word could be heard amid the chaos, “Frag!” Whiplash had actually not meant to blow the car to pieces like that. He’d never fired on an Earth vehicle before--only Cybertronians disguised as them, and for a moment he thought he’d gone and killed the girl. Then he saw her fleeing and, with a satisfied growl plunged after her.
It wasn’t terribly difficult to predict Whiplash’s battle strategy. When Cira stopped, he shot, and when she ran, he pursued. If Cira was trying to lead him into a certain place, or a certain position, it probably wouldn’t be hard for her. His tentacles lashed behind him as he ran, sparking eagerly. “You’re just wearin’ yourself out, human! And you’re probably gonna need all your breath when Lord Megatron gets his claws on ya!” His strange four-legged method of running was eating up the distance between them.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 4, 2012 9:14:26 GMT -5
Hearing him get closer, Cira panicked a little inside and continued to haul aft. She had to at least try to get him pinned down, if she was to be like them, she had to empower herself and never doubt the seemingly impossible. As futile as her efforts seemed to be, she still felt she could find ways to damage him. "LIKE HELL HE WILL!" Those were cocky words to say, but she wasn't going to go down easy.
Cira spotted the sides of the ramp getting closer, it was framed with a bar trailing along the sides of the ramp between the pillars, and the rest was all cement between rows of pillars framing the ramp itself. She grabbed onto a bar near the beginning of the bend and vaulted over with her gun in hand. She pressed herself between the lowest part of the bar and the cement pillar with her back. Her legs were tucked up against the base of the ramp ready to push herself up and and over the bar with raw power she had manifested over the years with her Parkour activities.
Then, she waited, knowing it wouldn't take long for him to find her, it was likely he would see her make the jump over the bars. AS she was suspended there, only her hand would be seen, and it might be hard to notice given the color of the cement in the shade, though her skin was a bit on the dark side.
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