robothell | Not The Kind of Hell I Expected

Not The Kind of Hell I Expected

Who:Dante and OPEN
Where: The city. Anywhere in the city
When: Whenever after this idiot shows up
What: This idiot shows up
Warnings: This idiot

You see a lot of weird things when you're in Dante's line of work. Hell and its forces held countless mysteries that have remained throughout time. Ancient civilizations, great heroes and villains and even gateways to Hell itself...and of course, humans and demons alike who try to tap into such relics. Dante was busy dispatching one such human and prepared for what felt like a final showdown between himself and his brother Vergil, who was just as much a pawn in that scheme as his red clad brother...

Yet even after diving deeper into the netherworld in pursuit of a powerful sword, this new setting felt way out of place.

Hell had some pretty shiny technology, sure, but this is definitely not Hell or its technology. The half-demon had no clue what any of this was, so his natural instinct is to find out. It wouldn't be the first time portals in Hell dropped him off in a random place. Through the city he goes, sword on his back and a mildly amused expression on his face. He doesn't mind the occasional pit stop, even if it does come along during a rather important part of a mission. Problem is there's one particular thing he's looking for and having no such luck tracking it down. Vergil fell through the same entrance he did. How come he can't sense him anywhere? Or the sword, for that matter?

He shakes his head shrugs. "I must've been ripped off. I go through Hell and back and I don't even get a T-shirt?"

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Ultra Magnus has taken it upon herself to be the city's one-bot welcoming committee. She might not know how to make friendly first impressions, but she does know how to figure out whether it's safe to be friendly. Besides, patrolling the streets gives her an excuse to keep her tires on the streets, ready to intervene if any of the Decepticons decide to make any trouble. And it's on one of these patrols that she encounters Dante.

Dante hears the vehicle coming long before he sees it turn onto his street. It's reminiscent of one of those double-decker trailer trucks, but it's got far fewer straight edges and right angles than is usual for human trucks. That's the least of the vehicle's oddities, though. Its second most prominent oddity is that there's no space in front of the cockpit for an engine - the front of the cab is flat from windows to wheels. The first most prominent oddities are the massive rocket launchers attached to the trailer.

As the vehicle approaches, a voice booms from its front. The voice - far louder than most humans can be heard from inside their cockpits - says, "Greetings, human. Please state your name and purpose."

...In a way, this feels like a familiar setup. A well equipped and unfamiliar being suddenly appears to hinder his progress and greets him with a booming voice. The sleek look and explosive accessories definitely get his vote, though. He doesn't flinch from Ultra Magnus' entry, but folds his arms and smirks, eyes scanning the curious trailer truck before him.

"Heh...the last person I met with a rocket launcher and curves like that tried to blow me up. Should I look forward to an encore?"

Ultra Magnus takes careful note of the implications of 'tried', and files them away for later use. She's learned not to underestimate humans, no matter how small and fragile they look.

"Only if you decide to make such a course of action necessary," the voice replies. "I mean you no harm, as long as you prove that you mean us no harm. Now. Your name, please."

He shrugs. That sounds fair.

"Dante. Charming rogue just passing on through." A slight pause as he rests his hand on his chin. "Let me guess: you run a nice, clean town here."

"What, here?" The vehicle produces a burst of vented air that sounds like a snort of disbelief. "No, this place is unrunnable, and far from clean. But seeing as we have nowhere else to go, we make do."

Magnus considers Dante for a few moments. She usually doesn't much care for 'charming rogues' - in her experience, they tend to be nothing but misplaced bluster and wasted charisma. But that makes them liabilities, not threats. Which means she can probably let her guard down long enough to -

The vehicle in front of Dante comes apart at the seams. The pieces pull themselves upwards into the shape of a colossal humanoid robot, eyes hidden behind a tinted visor and rocket launchers still primed at the shoulders. She reaches a hand down - very far down - and offers it to Dante to shake, even though it's nearly as large as he is. "I am Ultra Magnus - Cybertronian, Autobot, and former Duly-Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord. Welcome to Cybertron."

Dante's eyes go skyward as the car transforms and reveals its true form while he smirks in amusement. He has to admit: that's pretty cool. Most demons don't go for the technology look and even fewer roll around with car motifs. He remains silent for a moment, nodding his head and finally returning that handshake, unflinching. If this is what this place has in store, then color him interested.

"Cybertron, huh...Hell of a place you got here. Looks like it's had better days."

Lewa had been spending almost all his time lately flying around the outskirts of the city, hoping to find either some sign that the rest of his teammates were here, or some way back to his own home. Finding neither, and getting bored going from one block of empty ruins to the next, he had finally decided to head back to the center.

He was still keeping a sharp eye out as he flew between buildings, and it wasn't long before he passed over Dante. Seeing something, or someone, new was enough to draw his attention. Lewa was nothing if not curious.

He dropped out of the sky and landed on a bar overhanging the street in front of Dante. Perching there like some sort of large green bird he called out cheerfully.

"Hello there! You worry-lost?"

Dante's near aimless walking is brought to a halt once the unfamiliar mech perches overhead and greets him. He doesn't seem particularly concerned about its presence, though the arrival is met with a look of appraisal. Fancy looking robot up there. Pretty cool.

"Worrying isn't my style. Getting lost...that depends on where I'm going."

Lewa chuckled, he liked this guy already. Even if he did look mighty strange without a mask, or any armor even.

"And where's that, I wonder?" he asked, head tilted to one side.

"Not sure. I kinda focused more on 'what I'm chasing' instead of 'where I'm going.' Didn't count on Robot Land, though."

Translation: totally lost, but taking it in stride. He shrugs.

"What I don't know is if that sort of thing's normal for this place or if I made a wrong turn at Albuquerque."

He had absolutely no idea what that reference was about, but he got the sentiment.

"You are on a search-quest, too? One minute I'm minding my own toa-business seek-finding the Mask of Life, next I'm here on cyber-planet. Wouldn't say 'normal,' but not just you."

There's a touch of relief in knowing it's not just him. For once, it's not bad luck! He nods.

"Makes me wonder why this place is so special. Unless it collects people tracking down important stuff, I've got nothing.'

Lewa shrugged, "Don't know. My toa-brothers should be here, but they're not. Haven't really deep-spoke with any others. Suppose one of them might have a clear-thought on what's happening."

So... whatever happened between himself and Grim just made everything awkward back at the house. Way awkward. Way more awkward than Sideswipe knew how to deal with. So! Clearly the smart idea was to avoid it altogether.

...

By wandering around the city, kicking at rocks in the dirt. How lame was this place? There wasn't even anyone around who wanted to race. The closest match was -- ugh -- Rodimus, and forget that gear shaft.

He's really not hard to miss. Being tall and lanky and red after all.

Given the drab aesthetics strewn about the war torn city, the big red robot stands out as much as...well. A big red robot in a drab, war torn city. With such little success finding interesting things to occupy himself with and the robot's clearly superior choice of color, Sideswipe is designated as the next "thing that will keep Dante entertained for the next few minutes."

An eyebrow is raised and his arms are folded as he strolls on over. "And here I hoped this place had more to do than kick rocks. Guess you haven't had much luck, either."

"Psh, no."

By now, he's not even worried about humans seeing him. Why would he be? They're on Cybertron, so any 'secret' is pretty much out by now. He just doesn't care.

"There's not even an arcade or anything. It's so lame."

With his hands on his hips, Dante shakes his head. "There's not even an arcade...now that's just cruel."

He perks up, scanning the immediate area and rubbing his chin with a thumb. "On the plus side, times like this are what drive innovation, you know? If things aren't working out, you make it work."

"If there is, it probably doesn't even have power, so. Screw that one in backward."

Wow, such language, Sideswipe. At least Strongarm isn't around to lecture him for it. He allows himself a moment of sulking at the notion of no arcade or even a racetrack, before quirking an eyebrow.

"Liiiiike what...?"

He definitely sounds interested.

"Well, let's take rock kicking, for example. You could just roll it around..." He demonstrates with a halfhearted punt towards a nearby rock. He scoops up a few more of them with a leg sweep, balancing them.

"Or you could spice it up."

Dante's definition of "spice it up" seems to include launching up the rocks and juggling them seamlessly with fluid kicking motions. From behind, in front or to the side, not one rock slips by him. All but one is kicked in the same direction and the last is launched after them, rebounding off of the others before they all collide and shatter. His demonstration finished, Dante simply smirks.

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Not The Kind of Hell I Expected

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dont mind me im just having fun being dante's first alien robot car encounter (probably)

The fun is mutual! And yes, totally Dante's first alien robot car~

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