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Post by omniaccount on Jun 30, 2017 22:32:50 GMT
Ripzone would be walking towards an unknown location. The mech was confused when he received a note. The note told him to go meet someone at these coordinates. It made him tense but, he was too curious. Also why in such a pristine place as Iacon? Was this for a form of business? Was this a trap? Whatever this was he planned to find out.
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Post by R47 on Jul 1, 2017 2:03:29 GMT
It's only been about an hour since her base alarm went off and led her to an odd note left on her door. Just reading it set up about a dozen red flags in Robin's mind, but she's dealt with stranger and more dangerous meetups alone. And who knows, maybe it was another job for her, and there was a shiny rifle in a shop window that has her name all over it.
She spent the last 10 minutes just finding the place and saw that a bot was already there. Robin crashes down about a dozen meters in front of Ripzpone. She transforms at the last second and performs an Ironman-landing. The vehicon straightens herself out and stretches for a brief second. She looks at the bot before her and raises her own note.
Hey, you write this?
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Post by omniaccount on Jul 1, 2017 17:36:13 GMT
Ripzone would look down at the femme drone and shake his helm. "No.....No I did not."
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Post by R47 on Jul 2, 2017 3:15:49 GMT
Hmm.
The vehicon stared back at her note and to Ripzone's. Looked very similar so he probably got one too. She slips her note back into her side compartment before resting the vacant servo on her hip, just above her sidearm if things go south. She's been expecting an ambush since she read the darn thing, and a small part of her actually hopes it is; just so she can get some excitement from the last few quiet days since her last assignment. Her wings twitch with minor annoyance. Her mask tilts around, getting a good look at the surrounding area from her landing spot.
Ya know who did?
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Post by omniaccount on Jul 2, 2017 5:05:28 GMT
The mech would flex and stretch. His four arms rotating a bit as he shakes his helm. Ripzone was ready to leave at this point. Yet that didn't mean he was curious about what this meeting was for.
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Post by R47 on Jul 4, 2017 22:19:37 GMT
...Uh-huh...
More red flags started raising in her processor. Whether or not that's a bad thing remains to be seen. Again she felt like just leaving, but she couldn't pass this chance up if it was another job for her. Last assignment she had was so boring; just watching a merchant's home for hours on end before shooting him the moment he stepped out. Her servo drops from resting on her hip-plate to gripping the handle of her automatic side-arm as she kept looking around.
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