let me see you start a war, start a riot [OPEN]

[metalivore]

Who: Gajeel Redfox and OPEN
What: Someone who probably shouldn't be allowed to roam the streets unattended does exactly that.
When: Now-ish
Where: A park OR some science facility OR just about anywhere in L.A.
Warnings: Gajeel is kind of his own warning

Option A: Some Jerky Loser (day)

Oh, what, were you going to sit here? Was anyone going to sit here? Too bad. This entire park bench is now being taken up by a young man with pieces of metal embedded in his forearms and an expression like he is quite literally just waiting for an excuse to punch someone. He doesn't seem to have much of anything else to do, either, judging by how, if left alone, he will just sit there for a good hour, checking the time on a battered, bricklike cellphone every so often and glaring threateningly at anyone who walks by.

Apparently this asshole has just arbitrarily claimed this bench as his property.

[OOC: Feel free to ignore this starter; Gajeel can also be found either at the auto shop where he works (where he will stand off to the side and look bored until he's told to do something), or just about anywhere else in the city (where he will usually either keep up this same look-threatening-and-don't-talk-to-anyone crud or actively pick fights). Sometimes he might stand around in hardware stores and scrutinize packages of bolts and the like a little more carefully than is entirely normal. If you want a different specific starter, let me know!]

Option B: Some Jerky Supervillain (night)

Gajeel doesn't always have any sort of actual goal when he does things that could get him arrested, which makes tonight kind of a novelty. He figures it's about time he started moving up, getting a reputation beyond just smashing things, and he's pretty sure breaking into a science facility late at night and stealing some important science thing is a pretty effective way to do that.

Of course, he has no idea what any of this stuff is, he's literally just going to grab whatever looks important. He doesn't know what he's going to do with it either. Sell it, maybe; if he does that as Iron Dragon, they can't trace that to Gajeel Redfox, right? Sounds like a plan to him.

Any alarms he sets off in the process of breaking in are completely ignored, any guards met with a swift, sharp impact from a metal club. He doesn't really bother to check how much damage he did, not even to insure that they aren't conscious enough to call for reinforcements, because he's fully confident that he can take whatever they may throw at him. Instead, he just keeps making his way through the building, keeping an eye out for something that seems to be worth stealing.

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day!!

[neonmonstrosity]

Chris, who is definitely not up to anything he shouldn't be up to, comes up to his favourite bench in the park only to find it occupied. Just the whole thing completely taken up. By one guy. What a dick.

He looks down at his sandwich and contemplates moving on to a different bench, but he kind of needs this one. For reasons. Ugh. He doesn't want to fight or anything about this because it's been a long day already, but.

"Hey, mate." He juts out his chin in a kind of 'move up' gesture, "you wanna budge up there?"

[metalivore]

Gajeel glances up at Chris's approach, then snorts derisively and looks away again, making no move to make room. "Nah. You wanna find somewhere else to sit?"

[neonmonstrosity]

Wow.

From 0 to ALRIGHT MOTHERFUCKER in three seconds, Chris bristles and decides there and then that he needs to sit on that bench more than he's needed anything in his entire life. "It's funny, yeah. But none of the other benches have one wanker taking up the entire fucking thing."

[metalivore]

His eyes narrow slightly, and this time when he looks at Chris he keeps looking. "Well, there ya go then," he replies. His mouth twitches into a slight sneer, displaying a glimpse of a fanglike tooth. "Seems like going to one of those would be a hell of a lot less hassle, wouldn't it?"

He shifts slightly, somehow managing to take up more space. This is his bench now, just try it.

[neonmonstrosity]

What is this, Dr Jekyll and Mr Asshole? (A joke Chris would never make because he's not that witty.) (It's a very low bar with him.) He's trying so hard not to turn this into a fight, because honestly he's not a very fighty person, but god is Gajeel working his nerves.

"Seriously man, how hard is it to move up?" He looks at his watch and sighs, "I'm not even gonna be here long."

[metalivore]

"I dunno, how hard is it to find somewhere else to sit?" Now he's actually starting to get annoyed. How dare someone expect him to do something pretty simple that he doesn't want to do.

"Tell you what, you tell me why I should move, and maybe you can convince me." Probably not, though, that would involve Gajeel being a reasonable individual. But his tone doesn't do anything to mask the fact that this was never intended as a serious suggestion; he's pretty much just mocking Chris.

[neonmonstrosity]

"You know what, man? Never mind." Chris waves a hand in a dismissive gesture, but he's not actually... Leaving. At all. In fact he's planting himself on the ground right next to the bench. Sandwich in one hand, phone in the other.

He's not really interested in arguing, but he's really interested in getting that bench, which is why there may well be a crowd of obnoxious young adults starting to accumulate over the next 10 minutes or so. Loud music and everything.

[metalivore]

When Chris sits down, Gajeel just rolls his eyes and goes back to ignoring him. If this guy would rather sit in the dirt than find another bench, that's his problem.

Then more people show up. They are everywhere, what the hell is this. Since he's a stubborn ass, Gajeel doesn't move, instead opting to continue taking up as much of the bench as possible and snarling at anyone who comes too close ("too close" quickly becomes a smaller area than it had been before, out of necessity, but he's more insistent about it when he does try to drive them off).

He twists around to shoot a glare at Chris that seems to be intended to burn a hole through him through sheer force of will. "What did you do."

[neonmonstrosity]

"Nothing." Chris shrugs as he stands up to hug a new arrival, barely acknowledging Gajeel at this point. "Just let some mates know I was hanging out in the park."

Night

[metabee]

Metabee was so excited to be back on patrol, even if he was technically moonlighting and not on any official CONDOR business, but he didn't care. He'd had just about enough with hanging around the labs bored out of his mind. It hadn't been hard to find out one of the many science labs in the area was being robbed, and had high tailed it to the building fast as he could.

He'd passed plenty of unconscious guards on his way in, so he had his laser cannons at the ready as he ran through the hallways. He was not concerned at all when he finally came across the crook.

"Yo, I suggest you stop what you're doing if you know what's good for ya!"

[metalivore]

Gajeel spun around at the voice, already smirking... and then stopped. And looked in a more down-ish direction.

The smirk got bigger. He hadn't expected much from that voice, but this was even better than he could have expected. "Oh, what are you gonna do? Punch out my kneecaps?" Those cannons looked like they might be a problem, but in the meantime? Small robot, probably not a threat.

[metabee]

Metabee glared up at the guy, the height jokes were getting real old.

"I can do way more than that, buddy."
Metabee brought his arm to shoulder level, ready to fire, and took aim for the guys legs. Going for the kneecaps wasn't a bad idea, considering it was painful and probably non-lethal. The hallway lit up as the automatic laser bolts started firing, accompanied by a loud crackling. Look who's laughing now.

[metalivore]

Gajeel darted out of the way of the laserfire, just slightly faster than could be expected of a human, though a couple shots still managed to singe the edge of his coat. Yep, had to watch out for that gun alright.

With a clatter of metal on metal, silver-grey scales rippled across his skin, replacing every exposed inch within a few seconds. He dashed toward Metabee, making only a token effort to avoid any continued shots, assuming that his scales would just deflect them. Of course, he had no evidence of this, but he was confident enough in that assumption to mostly just head straight for his target, trying to get too close for the cannon to be a convenient option.

[metabee]

Metabee kept firing even as the other guy's skin turned to metal (or something). His lasers might be able to get through it or at least heat it up enough to do some damage, but it would take longer than he had when the guy started rushing at him down the hallway. Metabee did his best to try and run out of the way, not letting up on the automatic rounds. Time to try the age old tactic of distracting banter.

"So what're you stealing all this stuff for, cause you sure don't look smart enough to use it."

[metalivore]

He growled with a brief flash of fangs, but it was still more mocking than angry. Those lasers were starting to get uncomfortable, and he knew that they would start hurting before too much longer, but he could deal for now.

Of course, he didn't have an answer to that, so he was just going to default to threats.

"Why do you care? You oughtta be a little more concerned with what's gonna happen to you." He dodged to the side, trying to get away from the lasers for a moment, before putting on another burst of speed. This time, he raised one arm, turning it to a metal blade and slashing at Metabee.

[metabee]

"Crud."
Metabee stopped firing and dropped to the ground, managing to dodge the guy's sword arm just in time. He rolled to the side and scrambled to his feet, trying to stay out of the range and get a better shot.

"What's your deal anyway? Some kind of metal shapeshifter or what?"

[metalivore]

"Try 'or what', 'bot. Chances are, you ain't seen shit like me before."

He lunged again, a hint of a grimace pressing into his smirk as Metabee left his range. He switched his focus to charging again, trying to get close enough to attack properly. In the meantime, he would gladly keep talking. "You ever seen what kinda magic a dragon is capable of?"

DAY

[wreckerscombine]

Why does it seem like every single time Rotorstorm decides to go for a nice stroll into the park, all of the weirdos and all of the assholes tend to gravitate towards the benches? Was she missing something? What was so great about these goddamn benches anyway? They weren’t even that comfortable.

The guy that she spots lounging on one today looks like he’s in a pissy mood or something, because he’s shooting glares at basically anyone that moves. Technically…she could just keep on walking by…but that’s no fun. Hell, if she’s being honest, this is half the reason she keeps coming back to the park.

As Rotorstorm moves in closer towards the bench, she catches sight of the giant, ugly brick that he’s holding and lets out a chuckle. “Please…please tell me that’s not your cell phone.”

Re: DAY

[metalivore]

He glares at her, somehow managing to frown even more intensely than he had been. "Fine, it's not a phone," he snaps. "Happy? Fuck off."

Can't you see he is very busy sitting alone on this bench and doing nothing, it's really important obviously.

[wreckerscombine]

Well this guy’s sure got a charming attitude. Must be a real killer at parties.

“Woah, hey, got a stick up your ass or something, pal?”

She steps closer and puts a hand on her hip, seemingly unaffected by his comment. “I’m gonna let you in on a secret. If you don’t want people to talk to you, park it somewhere a little less public than, say…a public bench?”

[metalivore]

He growls under his breath and shoves his phone back in his pocket. "Maybe I figured people'd have the sense to keep away if they don't want to get their asses kicked. Apparently I was bein' too generous."

[wreckerscombine]

“Oh-hooo. Watch out LA, we’ve got a bad boy over here.”

She shakes her head in mock disappointment. “Sorry bud - if you’re trying to be threatening, the whole Hot Topic look isn’t really doing it for me.”

[metalivore]

There have to be limits to how angry Gajeel can look, but they don't seem to have been reached yet. He stiffens up with a louder growl, then shifts forward on the bench, apparently actually considering standing up.

"You better watch yourself, 'cuz I got nothing better to do than demonstrate if you can't take a goddamn hint." Threatening random strangers in a public space is a great idea, obviously.

[wreckerscombine]

"Clearly." She gestures towards the bench.

Continuing to provoke a really crabby guy who looks ready to punch you. Also a great idea.

[metalivore]

Wow, excuse you, Gajeel may say himself that he has absolutely nothing to do but that doesn't mean you get to comment on it. He practically slams his feet against the ground from how quickly he stands up, looming as effectively as he possibly can. He's actually pretty good at looming, but who knows whether it will have the desired effect in this case.

"Fuck. Off."