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[pullingamiko]

Who: Miko and Knock Out, Eusine, and Neku
Where: Out and about around LA
When: Within a few days after this
What: Miko finally meets up with some... "friends" again.
Warnings: Knock Out doing Knock Out things, discussion of scary jail/cyborg attacks

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[pullingamiko]

She hadn't expected him to recover from... whatever that was so quickly; she backs away again, but she obviously can't keep her distance forever, there's kind of a disparity in leg length here.

The moment he gets close to her, she drops down to grab a couple rocks off the ground - one she hurls at his leg, the other she holds up threateningly as she takes a couple more steps backward. "Hey, back off! I'm warning you!"

[buffthis]

The rock clangs off Knock Out's plating, and while it doesn't do any damage, it does leave a nasty scratch. Knock Out's optics flash and his lip curls, his saw whirring with renewed thirst.

"Watch the finish," he growls, swinging his saw arm down --

And then he's staggering back with another thunderous howl of pain, his free hand going back to his head. There's that horrendous rush of negative feedback again, splitting his processor down the middle.

[pullingamiko]

Miko gapes at Knock Out's second failed attack; she doesn't even back away this time, just stares as a grin creeps onto her face.

"Holy shit, you can't hurt me, can you?!" She crosses her arms as she watches him (she's still holding the second rock in one hand, she's not quite gonna give up her one weapon just yet, no matter how ineffective the first one was. Maybe she can get his face or something). "Ha, who doesn't have control now?"

She sure as hell isn't going to wonder why this is happening right now. As far as she's concerned, this isn't something that one should question; just be glad that it is happening. Even if it would have been even better if it had happened earlier, before he drove her to the outskirts of the city and tried to maim her.

[buffthis]

Knock Out looks a horrendous mix of outraged and confused, optics glaring hot down at Miko, and his expression contorts into one of impotent fury as he tries to swing at her again but barely gets within arm's reach before the feedback hits him again. He lets out a howl of frustration and towers over her with slit optics. Inwardly his processor is doing double time to make sense of this -- something he's never encountered before.

"You," he snarls. "You -- what did you do to me?!"

[pullingamiko]

"Whoa, whoa! I didn't do anything! I think." She holds up her hands reflexively, glaring up at him. "Look, if you don't know what this is, I can't help you out here! Not that I would anyway."

She's actually starting to have her suspicions at this point, considering that stuff like this seems to have been happening an awful lot since the whole cyborg jail deal...

[buffthis]

For a long moment Knock Out looks enraged, disbelieving, like he might swing at her again, but he doesn't -- instead his optics go distant for a few seconds as he sifts through memory banks, comparing possibilities and outcomes...

That fragging AI.

That has to be it. Knock Out knows it did something to him, he'd just never been able to figure out what -- no wonder he couldn't find it. It must be buried deep in his brain, malicious code nestled in tight with the rest, seemingly innocuous, until triggered. His optics widen in shocked realization and then a whole new kind of rage dawns on him, and he staggers back with a furious howl.

"Aaarrgh!"

[pullingamiko]

At first Miko thinks that this is the result of another surge of pain, but that doesn't seem quite right...

She remains where she is, not approaching him but not backing away either. "...Um. So, figured anything out?"

This whole day has gone in a really unexpected direction.

[buffthis]

For a moment, Knock Out is paralyzed with the conflicting urge to do awful, terrible violence to this cocky little skinjob and the knowledge that he can't. He looks totally outraged, optics wide and flashing, teeth bared -- he looks for a moment as though he might try to just power through the pain and harm her anyway -- and then he lets out a guttural snarl of frustration and transforms quickly with an agitated snap of plating and immediately drives away, tires screeching.

[pullingamiko]

"Whoa- hey, where're you going? What, you're just running away?!"

Apparently he is. Miko places her hands on her hips with an irritated huff and actually stomps her foot. "Fine, then! In fact you better run!"

Still scowling like a petulant child, she looks around and realizes that she... has no idea where she is. Great. She groans and drops her hands to her sides; apparently it's time to start walking.