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Knock Out | Transformers Prime

[automobileenthusiast]

[Weeeell hey, this wasn't Cybertron. This clearly wasn't Cybertron, and this ridiculously good looking former Decepticon medic/mad scientist/drama queen doesn't look all that happy about being here. In fact, he looks downright miserable.

It might have something to do with the mud he's just trudged through and splattered all over his fabulous paint job.]

Oh, perfect. Wonderful! How much better can today get?

[It's bad enough magically not being where he's supposed to be, but mud on his freshly polished paint job? No thanks.]

You asked for it...literally.

[neverputincharge]

[How much better? Howabout this. Bulk of course is out playing in the mud in vehicle form. He's having such a great time, that he doesn't notice Knock Out, or maybe doesn't care. Hespeeds right past him]

Yeah!

[At least he sounds happy. But oops, have more mud flying your way, doc.]

I SURE DID

[automobileenthusiast]

[It took a couple seconds to register just what had happened, and another couple seconds to wipe some of the mud out of his optics and stare down at himself in abject horror before unleashing an energon curdling shriek upon seeing the state he was in]

WHAT KIND OF CLUMSY, DIMWITTED BUFFOON--!!?

[UGH he can't even see who splattered him, he's still trying to wipe mud out of his optics.]

[neverputincharge]

[He slides to a stop, spining about at the shriek. He's got mud on himself of course. Not that he cares, it'll wash off.]

Well, if it ain't Doc Knock. Only you'd yell about a little mud on ya.

[automobileenthusiast]

[Oh, it was that clumsy, dimwitted buffoon.

Knock Out balled his hands into fists. Oh here we go it's tantrum time]

Does this look like a "little mud" to you!? I can't even see my finish anymore! Watch where you're going, you giant oaf!

[neverputincharge]

[Oh great, here we go. He transforms up, just sohe_ call rollhis eyes.]

Yeah a little. Not a big deal, it'll wash off.

[He shrugs a shoulder, not caring about the mud on himself.]

[automobileenthusiast]

[You just don't GET IT Bulkhead, Knock Out has to be pretty 100% of the time.

Knock Out rolls his optics, crossing his arms and looking generally unamused. At least he's not being aggressive that's a plus right.]

Whatever. Care to tell me where we are?

[neverputincharge]

[Yeah, wow. Not wanting to take him out? What the hell. You feeling okay, Knock Out?

He grumbles for a second. Nope, attitude intact.]

A city called Nautilus. Some kinda world between worlds. No way to get back home, either. Why you're here? Cause the city called ya and you woke up.

[automobileenthusiast]

[He's sort of trying to make nicey nice with you lugheads back on Cybertron. Don't worry, he might fill you in. If he feels like it.]

You must be joking. There's really no way to get back to Cybertron?

[Cue dramatic eyeroll]

Well that's convenient.

Poor Bulk's from rebellion, lmao.

[neverputincharge]

[Wow, thank Knock Out, even if it would be hard for him to believe.]

If I was jokin', I woulda been gone months ago. What were you doing on Cybertron. Thought you'd be taking care of your wounds, after we kicked your afts at Darkmount.

bulkersssss

[automobileenthusiast]

[Well now Knock Out is even more confused. Don't mind the squinting.]

We were all on Cybertron. Oh, don't tell me you don't remember.

[Because that would just be. Super.]

[stabbywheelfeet]

... Well, look what Wreck-Gar's garbage cans dragged in.

[Yep. Looks like your day is getting even better there. What with the looming bot and all.]

[automobileenthusiast]

[Oh no you did not.]

Excuse me? Come a little closer, I don't think I heard you clearly.

[stabbywheelfeet]

You heard me just fine, Decepti-trash.

[Oh yes, yes he did. And he did it again.]

[automobileenthusiast]

[HOW

RUDE

WHO IS THIS SHMUCK WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS.

Knock Out EVER so calmly wipes some of that mud off his chest and flicks it in Sideswipe's general direction. He was going to point out that he wasn't with the 'Cons anymore but YOU KNOW WHAT fuck this guy.]

That wasn't even clever, darling. If you're just going to stand there and make a nuisance of yourself, I'll just be on my way.

[Being "on his way" included kicking up as much mud as he could at this dude. UGH.]

[stabbywheelfeet]

Oh, don't you "darling" me. That's my thing.

[He's going to start pacing in a circle around him. Because wow someone feels like being an asshole now.]

[automobileenthusiast]

[Go ahead and pace, punk. Knock Out's going to try shoving his way past him anyway.]

Oh, well excuse me, I didn't realize you already had dibs on it. You're not too terribly attached to your wheels, are you? If you don't stop crowding me, I'm going to peel them off.

[stabbywheelfeet]

You can try, Decepticon. You can try.

But you'd be a tiny, plastic, children's car before you could touch me.

[automobileenthusiast]

I'm retired actually. Believe it or not, I'm not interested in a fight. You might scratch my paint, after all.

[He really didn't feel like fighting but goddamn if this guy was going to be a prissy shit then Knock Out was too.]

[stabbywheelfeet]

Decepticons don't retire. You die. Which I would be more than happy to help with.

[Wow the level of prissy shit up in here just skyrocketted.]

[automobileenthusiast]

[The sound Knock Out makes is best described as half threatening growl, half exasperated groan of so much frustration. Naturally, it's accompanied by the most dramatic eye roll in the universe.]

I have never met a more persistent pain in the aft! Surely you have something better to do? Like say, get that hideous deformity on your neck looked at?

[Oh shit he just called you ugly whatchu gonna DO?]

I am a medic, by the way. Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll remove it for you.

[stabbywheelfeet]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[He scoffs, and makes as if he's cleaning completely nonexistent dust specks off his swords. Because that's Bitch Mode Necessary.]

[He's going to growl a little, and make a very annoyed expression. This is high school levels of drama up in here.]

Sure. You're a medic. And I'm a jet. Why don't you turn around and walk away before I get tired of witty commentary.

[automobileenthusiast]

[i'll show you who has the biggest tits on the block motherfucker

Sure, you inspect your sword thingies. Knock Out's going to inspect his NAILS (or pointy finger tips whatever) and smirk like a sassy prick, taking tremendous pleasure in the fact that he's managed to piss this clunky looking slagsucker off.]

Honestly. Here I am, minding my own business, lost and confused no less, and the big bad Autobot swoops in to start bullying. How heroic, you must be proud.

[Oh and that hand he was inspecting so closely has been replaced by a sweet buzz-saw. You wanna fight motherfucker let us throw down]

[stabbywheelfeet]

You call it bullying. I call it preventative measures.

[Oh hello buzzsaw. Let's do this.]

[He takes a step to one side, though, taunting. Because he's totally trying to goad this into a fight. Because if this Decepticon attacks first, he's the one who broke the truce first, not Sideswipe.]

[... Asshole.]

[automobileenthusiast]

[Knock Out's already dealing with MUD, he doesn't need his paint scratched on top of it. If he can avoid fighting outright, that would be lovely. Still, his optics follow the other's movements. The buzzsaw may but just for show right now, but if this guy decides to be a punkass, he'll happily use it.

Well, more of a punkass.]

That really won't be necessary. You're honestly the least of my worries right now.