Ep 2 - Highway Trinkets (Closed)
Feb 7, 2015 15:03:17 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Feb 7, 2015 15:03:17 GMT -5
Best.
Day.
Ever!
Bolo was finding everything about this great. True, the rust stench was nasty, but it just added to the potpourri of new and delightful smells that were overflowing his mind. He had never imagined coming across such scents before, at least not some of them in the quantity he was experiencing now. A tiny little nagging in the back of his processor knew that he should check out the familiar smell, he should try to see what was actually recognizable on this foreign planet, but... he was having so much fun. Besides, he knew... he KNEW Master would be there soon to ruin things probably.
This just threw Bolo into gear, as he flipped onto his side, and started to run his legs along, kicking and sideways digging at the grungy ground until his entire body began to pivot and spin into a lazy circle. Everything but the kitchen sink, ((Ok, maybe a kitchen sink)) ground down against his armor as he spun, his helm smudging underneath a mangled chunk of wet cardboard that fell apart and wove over his ears.
Bolo sat still then once he couldn't see, thinking that he must have successfully buried himself in the filth. Maybe if Master got too worried, maybe if he got actually scared wondering where he was, he wouldn't be in trouble? This thought is what propelled Bolo into trying to hide, hoping to turn Master's anger into worry and relief.
Carbine was already worried, but that was bound to change.
"Don't you what tell k???z??z?t? me I can o?r? ca?n'?t do!"
The ex-cop squawked this back in anger as he charged up the side of the rocks and started to barrel through the thorny underbrush. Truth was, he could have flew and saved himself a lot of time and trouble, but what was also truth was the fact he forgot that he could legitimately fly. When one serves over 99% of their life as a hover car up to this point, suddenly being able to just say 'fuck you' to gravity entirely was a weird concept.
Either way, Carbine continued to cut forward, ignoring the small scrapes and cuts along his paint that the bramble so kindly gifted him. He was more concerned overall with the faint trailing edge of stench that was starting to grace his receptors, for it painted a direction for him to go. He was no scent hound, but the stench was just THAT potent, and he knew Bolo would have probably found a field day there if past experiences had any indication.
Bursting forth the last few paces, Carbine wrenched into the opening of the dump, his leading foot sinking down some in the nauseating concoction. The feeling of the ground turning from solid stone and gravel, to a spongy mass, made him wrench back, ped dragging with it a series of plastic soda rings and shredded bags that created a brown tinted webbing much like a spiders snare.
Absolute disgust flared through his field, there being no intent to block it out or smother it from Thunder's ability to sense. The appalling sight and rancid smell of rust and death, was almost overwhelming, reminding him of the scavenging expeditions he and Thunder did. He lifted his head a fraction of a klik later to glare across the mess-
Only to see a black and white dog half buried in the muck.
Carbine's armor flared out in aggravation, the rotors upon his back flicking at either side of his frame in some futile attempt to express and release some of the distress he was feeling. It didn't help though, and he found his anger squawking out verbally.
"BO?LO?!"
Instantly Bolo rounded upright his tongue poking slightly out of his maw as over bright eyes peered out from under an overhang of rotting cardboard that was stuck to his helm. The canine saw he was busted, and didn't try to hide again, instead bounding up and forward towards his Master with gleeful hops. He tripped some over the mattress that became tangled in his feet, but he ripped free and scrambled to Carbine and Thunder with a delighted smile on his face and field.
"P?RI?M?US? ?Bo?l?o!"
Carbine continued to shriek, wrenching away as he saw just how filthy and gross Bolo was now. The dog just started to wag his haunches in delight, sending loose food scraps flipping off to slap wetly on the ground below.
"FRAG- P?R?I?MU?S? ?look? at-? ?S?L?A?G?!"
Carbine was at a loss for words, cycling through different cusses trying to lead into an exclamation that wasn't profanity, but it wasn't working.
"HOLY S?LA?- What did you- F???R?A?G?!"
Bolo just continued to grin.
Day.
Ever!
Bolo was finding everything about this great. True, the rust stench was nasty, but it just added to the potpourri of new and delightful smells that were overflowing his mind. He had never imagined coming across such scents before, at least not some of them in the quantity he was experiencing now. A tiny little nagging in the back of his processor knew that he should check out the familiar smell, he should try to see what was actually recognizable on this foreign planet, but... he was having so much fun. Besides, he knew... he KNEW Master would be there soon to ruin things probably.
This just threw Bolo into gear, as he flipped onto his side, and started to run his legs along, kicking and sideways digging at the grungy ground until his entire body began to pivot and spin into a lazy circle. Everything but the kitchen sink, ((Ok, maybe a kitchen sink)) ground down against his armor as he spun, his helm smudging underneath a mangled chunk of wet cardboard that fell apart and wove over his ears.
Bolo sat still then once he couldn't see, thinking that he must have successfully buried himself in the filth. Maybe if Master got too worried, maybe if he got actually scared wondering where he was, he wouldn't be in trouble? This thought is what propelled Bolo into trying to hide, hoping to turn Master's anger into worry and relief.
Carbine was already worried, but that was bound to change.
"Don't you what tell k???z??z?t? me I can o?r? ca?n'?t do!"
The ex-cop squawked this back in anger as he charged up the side of the rocks and started to barrel through the thorny underbrush. Truth was, he could have flew and saved himself a lot of time and trouble, but what was also truth was the fact he forgot that he could legitimately fly. When one serves over 99% of their life as a hover car up to this point, suddenly being able to just say 'fuck you' to gravity entirely was a weird concept.
Either way, Carbine continued to cut forward, ignoring the small scrapes and cuts along his paint that the bramble so kindly gifted him. He was more concerned overall with the faint trailing edge of stench that was starting to grace his receptors, for it painted a direction for him to go. He was no scent hound, but the stench was just THAT potent, and he knew Bolo would have probably found a field day there if past experiences had any indication.
Bursting forth the last few paces, Carbine wrenched into the opening of the dump, his leading foot sinking down some in the nauseating concoction. The feeling of the ground turning from solid stone and gravel, to a spongy mass, made him wrench back, ped dragging with it a series of plastic soda rings and shredded bags that created a brown tinted webbing much like a spiders snare.
Absolute disgust flared through his field, there being no intent to block it out or smother it from Thunder's ability to sense. The appalling sight and rancid smell of rust and death, was almost overwhelming, reminding him of the scavenging expeditions he and Thunder did. He lifted his head a fraction of a klik later to glare across the mess-
Only to see a black and white dog half buried in the muck.
Carbine's armor flared out in aggravation, the rotors upon his back flicking at either side of his frame in some futile attempt to express and release some of the distress he was feeling. It didn't help though, and he found his anger squawking out verbally.
"BO?LO?!"
Instantly Bolo rounded upright his tongue poking slightly out of his maw as over bright eyes peered out from under an overhang of rotting cardboard that was stuck to his helm. The canine saw he was busted, and didn't try to hide again, instead bounding up and forward towards his Master with gleeful hops. He tripped some over the mattress that became tangled in his feet, but he ripped free and scrambled to Carbine and Thunder with a delighted smile on his face and field.
"P?RI?M?US? ?Bo?l?o!"
Carbine continued to shriek, wrenching away as he saw just how filthy and gross Bolo was now. The dog just started to wag his haunches in delight, sending loose food scraps flipping off to slap wetly on the ground below.
"FRAG- P?R?I?MU?S? ?look? at-? ?S?L?A?G?!"
Carbine was at a loss for words, cycling through different cusses trying to lead into an exclamation that wasn't profanity, but it wasn't working.
"HOLY S?LA?- What did you- F???R?A?G?!"
Bolo just continued to grin.