capitalh | [ OPEN LOG ]

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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"Hate?" Knock Out sounds sort of amused, for all that he's still quite irritated that this witless skinjob hasn't gotten out of his cab yet. He lets out a low, dark chuckle that seems to resonate with the rumble of his engine. "Hate would imply that I care. As far as I'm concerned, you're nothing more than vermin -- little bugs that get underfoot all too easily. And don't flatter yourself by thinking it's just humans -- all organics are little more than a splatter on my windshield, if you catch my drift."

As much as it pains him to admit, Eusine is really starting to dislike this car. Really, this is hardly the behaviour of someone -or something- heroic; he may be reckless but he's not quite stupid, and the threat behind that last sentence is more than apparent.

Of course, the fact it's apparent doesn't mean he can't choose to ignore it for the time being.

"And yet, you elected to take residence on a planet entirely populated by organic beings?" he says with a shrug, his tone a bit smarmy. "Pardon me if I don't quite believe that."

"Elected?" Knock Out laughs derisively, about as obnoxiously as is possible. "Please, don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't be on this planet for this long if it were a matter of choice. If certain...extenuating circumstances weren't in my way, I'd have left this place in my rearview mirror a long time ago." He sneers haughtily, as if extremely amused by the suggestion.

Eusine's smarmy grin turns into an interrogative frown. That car is definitely unpleasant, but if it was serious about its dislike for "skinjobs" and it's stranded here... It might be worth gathering as much information as he can, in case it decides to take out its frustration on the local populace.

He just wishes he didn't have such a bitter taste in the back of his throat.

"So... You're stuck here for the time being. Broken spaceship?" Do vehicle people even need vehicles themselves? If yes, are said vehicles sentient as well? It's frankly a bit dizzying to think about.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Knock Out snaps impatiently, his temper rising. He doesn't like the way this organic keeps needling him, or the fact that they're stuck in traffic and he can't do a thing about it. Not to mention Eusine's getting a little too close to the truth with his wanton guessing. Knock Out jostles the cab a bit, rocking his chassis back and forth. "Now, I've been courteous enough to entertain your inane questions, but I think this conversation is quite finished. Out. Now."

Reckless as he may be, Eusine can tell he's pushed this conversation as far as it could go. This is hardly a satisfying ending for what he thought would be one of the best days of his life, but oh well. He can bounce back. He always does.

"Well! It was certainly an interesting conversation." This time, he actually sets his hand on the door handle. From his tone, you'd think he was the one who had the idea to end this little chat. "And who knows? Perhaps we will meet again someday!"

He looks into the rearview mirror (for lack of a visible face), gives a quick two-fingered salute... and out he goes.

Ugh, finally. Knock Out shudders out a sigh of relief through his vents as the skinjob finally leaves his cab, and he makes a point of locking his doors as soon as Eusine is gone. That had been...odd. Organics are always a funny sort, but this one had been particularly peculiar. Knock Out can't say he feels good about the fact that a two-bit fleshie like this guy had apparently spotted him in so many places over the last few years. He's starting to feel like he's overextended his time on this planet by a year or so.

Meet again someday...right. Like that's going to happen. Knock Out's engines rev haughtily as the traffic finally starts to move again, and the second he gets an opportunity he breaks away from the main road, tires squealing.

[ OPEN LOG ]

EUSINE NO

HE NEVER GIVES UP ON HIS DREAMS OK. HE HAS TO /TRY/

8I

excuse u knock out, earth is awesome 8T

THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT EARTH IS ITS CARS 8I

earth has eusine your argument is invalid

eusine pls