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[buffthis]

Who: Knock Out and YOU!!!
Where: All around L.A.
When: All day, TODAY
What: That talking sports car who is actually a giant space robot people have been talking about lately is out and about in L.A., being way less discreet than a Decepticon should.
Warnings: Inappropriately sensual is Knock Out's game. Approach with caution.

It's been only a few weeks since Knock Out arrived in L.A. after an extended tour in Europe, but he likes it already. He hadn't expected the vehicles around here to measure up to the ones he'd grown fond of in Italy and Germany, but the luxury car expo he'd tracked in L.A. had been a sight to behold. Admiring the glossy, flawless finishes on all of those perfect automobiles had nearly had him in fits of jealousy.

And the roads here. Knock Out can drive for miles, endless stretches of black asphalt that positively sing under his tires for hours on end. Yes, he thinks he could get used to this...he could stand to stay here for awhile.

Five years lounging around on Earth has made him slightly careless, and he hasn't been as discreet as he ought to be. But it's hard to contain himself when there's so much entertainment to be had on this planet. He can be found screaming down the California highways or cruising around the city -- occasionally, he'll send his holomatter avatar out to interact with the local life forms.

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[buffthis]

"I just rolled into town last week," Knock Out says, sounding rather smug. He's obviously just as convinced he'll win, but it's really the thrill of the race he's in for. "And you?"

Somehow -- probably because he was too busy ogling the sweet rims on the car -- he's only just noticed that its driver looks...substantially different from the other organics Knock Out's seen around here. She doesn't look like any other alien he's ever seen, but she's also definitely not human. It's curious, but still secondary to how supremely sexy he finds her car, because Knock Out has priorities.

[goldpaw]

"Oh, I'm local," she tells him, ears pricked – and adds, with a chuckle, "despite appearances." Last week. Hmm. "Business or pleasure?" She sounds pretty casual, but she's very interested. There is no way that voice is coming from the driver's seat.

[buffthis]

Ah, well, far be it from Knock Out to think too hard about the idiosyncrasies of organic development. Who cares, anyway? She's spirited, and Knock Out appreciates that. He lets out a laugh that seems to resonate in the rumble of his engines.

"Can't it be a little of both?"

WOW HI

[goldpaw]

"I don't see why not!" She's inwardly grateful that the roads are quiet enough that she can keep her eyes on that car as much of the time as she's doing. It's definitely a nice vehicle – certainly wouldn't look out of place in her garage – but if this is some kind of test of sensitive tech it seems like a strange choice to do it with such a doubtless expensive set of wheels ...

"You come far?" she asks, and it's starting to become apparent that she's trying to get at something here.

HELLO 8)

[buffthis]

Knock Out follows her around a sharp turn, enjoying the squeal of tires on asphalt. Ah, they're neck in neck now, and he could pull ahead, beat her out if he wanted, but he's actually enjoying the chatty banter. The driver actually isn't terrible, for a skinjob. Well, in a manner of speaking.

"Far enough," Knock Out says evasively. He's more than happy to keep this up, but not if she pries too much. "This place isn't really my scene, I suppose, but it makes for a nice vacation spot..."

Re: HELLO 8)

[goldpaw]

"Oh, no?" she says, peering at the darkened glass a little more blatantly, over the top of her sunglasses. "So what kind of place is your scene?"

[buffthis]

Knock Out laughs, almost a sneer, but it isn't quite that disdainful. He really doesn't care for organics, but this one is intriguing enough to earn his amusement, at least.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he taunts smugly, just before he revs his engines and speeds ahead of her with squealing tires.

[goldpaw]

Oh, so that's how it is. Well, they were supposed to be racing before she'd gone and let herself get distracted by the conversation...

She speeds up, but he's gotten himself a bit of a headstart there and she's not going to be able to catch up quickly.

But she's not about to let him get away. She would like to know what the red car is doing here, especially as it becomes more and more clear that whatever the deal is here it's a more interesting than anything she was anticipating, and she's very determined.

[buffthis]

Unfortunately, Knock Out's decided this conversation is over. Vanessa was entertaining for a time, but he has better things to do, and he's not about to give away anything to her. He lets her catch up to him just once more, just enough for him to call to her.

"Well, this has been a lovely chat, but I really ought to jet...perhaps we'll rematch another time!"

There's a haughty laugh in his voice as his engines roar, picking up speed, and he shoots down the street, turning sharply off at a corner as he expertly weaves through traffic. Well, that did feel good.