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[wreckers]

Who: Verity and Prowl
Where: Outside the Forum
When: After Prom
What: Verity hitched the wrong ride home.
Warnings: TBD

[ Verity heard prom and all presentiments that most of the Cybertronian population, by and large, literal giant children who avoided their problems with greater than fervor than the lifelong flight risk and career drifter. She was almost impressed. Even after she showed up and watched them all meander around supporting the wall. Middle school antics. Her little cameo was brief before she got bored and failed to notice anyone she recognized or cared to reunite with. There was time enough to find the punch bowl; artificially flavored...something spiked with something else that settled in her stomach about as smoothly as a nail bomb.

While she had her wits about her when it was time to head out, her head was doing cartwheels with the edges of her vision jagged and black. Hating whatever bathtub moonshine was brewed for the scarce human presence at this weak excuse for a social gathering let alone dance, Verity leaned against the wall outside the Forum. Sinking down on the set of stairs set high enough that her feet dangled off the edge. She just needed a minute in the fresh(ish) air to ride out this headache before she risked strapping on the suit and going to her little hole in the wall. ]

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[wreckers]

[ Verity knew she was neither shooting blind or handling something more antiquated like Earth weaponry; she can see where the metal puckers under each successful it. There is more than one moment where she stalls, training her weapon and not firing even when Prowl doesn't duck behind the debris. It occurs to her she's regulating herself. Lethal action wasn't a problem in these sorts of situation, but subconsciously or not she isn't cutting loose.

She only starts to second guess the rationale behind that when tires shriek on the broken pavement and a massive hand comes over her. Feet off the ground she fights to get her arm free enough to give her enough time to get in one more shot, aiming at the half-transformed leg where on a human the achilles tendon would be located. Pay back before she's completely immobilized without enough room to struggle and only enough energy to inhale sharply when pain shoots up her sides like glass digging into her lungs. ]

[pffft]

Hng!

[The shifting machinations whine as the shot misaligns something near the wheel's suspension attempting to shift back into place. He stumbles on the foot as pain shoots up his leg, doing his well best not to squeeze Verity too tightly as he rises to his feet more carefully.]

[Prowl's grip was far from gentle, but he no intention of hurting her any further now that he has what he wants. After a few jagged breaths, he regains his posture.]

A conversation is exactly what I need. But not with you.

[He examines the suit with a sharp eye, looking for any kind of information port that he might be able to access from the cable extending from his own wrist. Datamining the entirety of the EDC took a minute or two at most, the only barrier keeping him out of this was largely physical.]

[loyaute]

( To say that Arcee had been watching is putting it mildly - Arcee always watches. Autobot she may be but it's easier to survive here and deal with it if she falls back on what she knows. With what had occurred on Earth means this was only a matter of time; it's not something she's going to look over, however. Not with the Autobrand heavy on her chest.

Her landing kicks up even more dust and dirt than their previous activities - she's not surprised Prowl brought down a whole building in his efforts to get whatever it is. Whoever it is. He likes his extremes. That's fine. Arcee likes her's. Her swords are unsheathed the moment her feet gain purchase on the ground - the flame cutting through the dust as she saunters towards Prowl. )

Let the human go.

( The threat is obvious in her tone, and this time he doesn't have the Constructicons backing him up. But if slamming him into a wall wouldn't stop him, she's going to have to resort to more drastic measures. )

[wreckers]

[Verity, of course, resists - first, always, and relentlessly. Her HUD display goes as haywire as the heart beating rapidly in her chest as Prowl attempts find a way into the suits computer. Unbeknownst to him, Prowl would physically have to peel away the plating to find where she stashed the hard copy. Struggling wouldn't do anything when he would come to that conclusion, but that didn't stop her. ]

I can't b-

[ Breath. And no she could not. Prowl might not be actively attempting to squeeze the life out of her but it was aggravating injuries that were there before he nabbed her and it was excruciating. Verity only saw Arcee on the approach as a brightly colored blur obstructing the uniformly grey rubble surrounding them. The burning heat of the of her sword reflecting orange in the blue tint of Verity's visor as she tries to claw her way free, mutely urging Arcee to intervene since she clearly didn't come here to help Prowl. ]

[pffft]

[Although Verity struggled in his grip, he didn't release - any looser and she'd have room to slip an arm out and fire more rounds.]

[Prowl is calm as Arcee lands a few feet away, swords drawn. He knows better than to draw his own weapons when he was injured and had one hand occupied. If anyone was familiar with just how dangerous her combat prowess was, it was Prowl.]

Dropping her would only exacerbate her injuries [It was almost as if he was discussing the weather.]

And her name is Verity. She's stolen intelligence that she has no business sticking her nose in. [He looks down at Verity's helmet, spotting the data port at the base of the head, just above the spine.] After retrieving it I'll be finished with my business here.

[loyaute]

You're smart, Prowl. Figure it out.

( A way to release her without harming her, that is. When she's close enough, she doesn't hesitate to raise one towards both him and Verity. She doesn't actually use Vertiy's name because she's Bad at Being Likable. )

Then leave it to Prime. You've injured a human, Prowl. Prime won't like that.

[wreckers]

Screw Prime - I don't like it.

[ It was Verity. Her voice was reedy; thin with the air being strangled through her windpipe like forcing sound out of a dented whistle. Whether it had been Arcee showing up with that firm warning and firm grip on the hilt of those nasty looking blade, maybe even the injuries - whatever it was, Verity noticed Prowl's grip slackened by no more an inch or even two. Only noticeable because her lungs were burning but she took advantage of that only unconscious slip up immediately.

Arm loose she lunged forward and grabbed the only thing she could - the cable on Prowl's wrist and then she yanked. Deep wired - not supposed to come out, she mused briefly, at least not without hurting like hell. (Unless it was numbed because you were say, a combiner head, but details. Sparks shot up against her helmet and Verity was holding one nastily fraying cable in her hand. ]

[pffft]

[An actual streak of pain dimly races up his arm as one of the extensor cables are ripped out of place. Even the changes of the combiner frame didn't completely mask the pain something that deeply engrained being torn out of its socket. There's even a slight hint of what would have been a grimace that streaks across his face.]

[His grip twitches as he looses some feeling in one of his fingers, and lets her fall - only to hold her upside down by the leg. Humans tend to doze off it you dangle them long enough.]

You should have thought of that before blasting my cabin.

[There's some genuine irritation there, but he looks at Arcee, extending the hand towards one of the swords.]

You can hold her while I read the suit if that satisfies whatever artificial moral hangup is keeping you here, just be careful of her bite.

[loyaute]

( 'Artificial moral hangup'. Irritation flashes across her face at that, grip on her swords tightening. She's been trying,she knows he knows he hasn't liked it. But Prowl can live with it, and live with her choosing to do something he doesn't like.

Arced looks from Verity to Prowl and then back to Verity before sheathing one of her swords. Her extremely limited experience with humans leads her to believe that Prowl isn't carrying her appropriately, so she wraps her hand around Verity's waist - still holding her upside down. When she has Verity firmly in her grasp and Prowl has let her go, there a flash of light as Arcee severs the connection between the two of them with her sword. No more wires for you, Prowl. )

You're done here.

( And she raises her remaining swords to cover both her and the organic, taking a step back. )