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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[metabee]

"Hey, get back here!" Metabee snapped as Gajeel rolled to the side. He darted to the front of cubicle, carefully leaning around the corner with one arm held steady for another volley of lasers. Until the guy looked him straight in the eye and ate a piece of the window. Metabee just stared, arm lowered slightly as he dropped his guard in sheer disbelief.

"Dude, did you just....eat that?" He wasn't sure whether to be impressed or concerned.

[metalivore]

Gajeel finished off the chunk of metal and made a noise that started out sounding like he might be choking, but turned out to be laughter. "Whaddya think? Looks like you've picked a fight with the wrong guy, 'bot."

While the robot was distracted, he shifted a foot back, cupping his hands around his mouth, and took a deep breath. Metabee wasn't the only one with ranged attacks, and Gajeel practically radiated smug superiority up until the instant he unleashed his own: A whirling vortex of wind and shrapnel, threatening to hurl around and slice up anything in its path.

[metabee]

Not only had not expected the guy to eat metal, he was also really unprepared for him to breathe metal. He barely managed to get his arms up in front of his face before the blast hit him, knocking him back and into one of the cubicle walls. His internal readouts were going crazy, his arms were taking a lot more damage that was really safe.

The sound of screeching metal on metal was horrendous, and the metal shards were gouging away at his outer plating. He got lower on to the floor as quickly as he could with being blown away again, and managed to sort of tumble into the cubicle he'd hit, the flimsy walls taking at least the brunt of the damage. The tide had definitely turned here.

[metalivore]

The blast only lasted a few seconds, and when it was over Gajeel stomped toward the cubicles with another peal of laughter. "You've picked the wrong opponent here, you know that?"

He loomed in the door of the cubicle, one scaly hand darting out to grab hold of Metabee's arm. "In case you hadn't noticed, now would be a good time to get scared."

[metabee]

Metabee could deal with a lot of things. Getting sand blasted with metal shrapnel, being taken over by a crazy AI. But he was not about to sit here and let this guy called him afraid. That, Metabee, could not tolerate. Any concern he might have had switched directly to rage.

"Metabee doesn't get scared! Get that through your thick iron skull!" He started struggling, trying to pull free of his grip. He twisted, managing to get into a position where he could reach Gajeel and threw a punch with his free arm.

[metalivore]

Gajeel snarled, the punch clanging against his scales somewhat less harmlessly than he would like. Shit those lasers and missiles had been a problem. He grabbed hold of Metabee's other arm, twisting it slightly as he lifted him off the floor with another growl (crap, this robot was heavier than he looked. Tiny or not, he was made of metal).

"We'll see about that." He stuck his face close to Metabee's, grinding his fangs together, and backed out of the cubicle, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

[metabee]

With his other arm pinned there wasn't much Metabee could do to fight back. He kept trying to worm his way out of Gajeel's hold, but couldn't quite manage. He couldn't even get a good angle to kick the guy, though that didn't stop him flailing his legs around. Things were going from bad to worse but he was not going to stop fighting.

He was so mad he couldn't even form words, just a string of loud insect-like chittering.

[metalivore]

Wow, was this for real? Gajeel shifted his grip on Metabee, maneuvering to pin him under his arm like a large, unruly football that was trying to kick him. "Holy shit, would you hold still?!"

He hissed sharply as another flailing kick made contact, then stormed toward the broken window. "Fine. You wanna make this difficult?"



As soon as he reached the edge, he quickly and unceremoniously hurled Metabee out the window, shouting out after him, "THAT'S what happens when you make shit difficult!"

Wow, Gajeel. Great job, awesome burn. Very coherent and relevant.

[metabee]

Metabee gave a shout of surprise as he was suddenly free, but when the bottom edge of the window frame went sailing by him he knew something was very wrong. Yeah, he was definitely falling outside a multistory building. Great. In the few moments before he hit the ground he twisted into a ball, doing his best to protect his head and torso, yelling until he hit the ground.

There was a resounding metallic bang when he hit the concrete, but even covered in metal armor that was not something Metabee could just walk away from. Most of his armor plating was buckled or bent, he was pretty sure something had broken off, and it was very likely his visor was cracked. His optical sensors hadn't flickered back on yet though so he wasn't entirely sure.

He groaned as the internal warning readouts started blaring when he jerkily tried to move. Left Arm Damage 100% Damage Function Cease; Right Arm Damage 80% Damage Warning; Leg Damage 60% Damage; Head Damage Missile Function Offline, etc.

He struggled to get to his feet, but all he managed was to push himself off the ground. He'd get that guy back. Eventually. If Metabee was going to be a solo hero now, he made a mental note to put this guy on the list of potential arch rivals. When his arm gave out under him it finally sunk that maybe laying on the ground and not moving would be a good plan for a while. Yeah. Ok.

[metalivore]

Gajeel held onto the edges of the window and leaned slightly out to look over the street below with a satisfied smirk. He couldn't tell from here how functional Metabee even was after that fall, but that was what he got for trying to throw Gajeel Redfox out a window.

He took a step back, gritting his teeth slightly as scales melted back into skin, leaving behind burns and cuts all up his arms. That had been way more of a problem than he had anticipated. Fuckin' robot, showing up and shooting missiles and lasers and crap at him. Granted, it wasn't like he had made anything remotely resembling an effort to avoid being attacked, but that wasn't going to stop him from griping about it.

He walked back toward the door of the room, frowning and clasping a hand over some of the worst burns on his forearm to check the damage (result: It hurt a lot. What a surprise). Metabee, huh. Better add that name to the list of people he hated. Next time, maybe he should take a bite out of him.