[ti]Flashback[/ti]Madame, I challenge you to a duel (Bandit/Closed)
Feb 18, 2019 19:56:40 GMT -5
Post by Bandit on Feb 18, 2019 19:56:40 GMT -5
The Rift of Kruul
Edrassa II
The Estate of V-raavi Tenleagues
One Earthmonth ago
In a small, gaudily decorated room, overly curtained and perfumed, Bandit of Cybertron prepared for a duel with all the courage of his Cybertronian warrior progenitors.
“I *have* to get out of here,” he said bravely, green optics scanning around the chamber for the tenth time. It was a small chamber, meant mostly for ritual preparation prior to duels. The estate had about ten of them.
“Really, that should have been the first red flag,” he murmured to himself as he paced across the overly plush carpet.
The room had no windows, and two doors on either side of the circular space, both magna-sealed, locked, and trapped. Bandit had been stripped of all his gear --his cloak, his tools, his traps, his weapon, even his Furby.
Bandit moved to one of the doors and ran his fingers down the seam at the center of the door. The magna-seal prevented even his normally sensitive digits from finding any purchase, any indentation at all in the door.
The mech spun around as the other door opened and the tall, spindly, well-dressed majordomo of the estate appeared silhouetted in the doorframe. “Mr. Bandit, sir. The Lady Tenleagues wishes to know if everything is to your liking. Is there anything I can get you?”
Bandit scanned the tall being for anything -- compressed fabric at the hips, or at the breast indicating a remote, a keycard, anything that might indicate a way out, but his well-trained pickpocket’s optics saw that the attendant was carrying nothing.
“... I would love to not duel my girlfriend, if that’s on the table?”
The majordomo gave a short, brittle tone, that Bandit was pretty sure was a polite laugh. “Ah, there’s that sense of humor that Lady Tenleagues enjoys so much. Of course you knew when you started courting Lady Tenleagues that this duel was inevitable. Seriously, though. Can I get you anything?”
Bandit made a face. “Ha, ha, that’s me, always joking. Seriously, though. I would very much like a multiphasic converter, some percium wire, and a orikin power cell.”
The majordomo raised a mandible quizzically. “May I ask what you need these items for, sir?”
Bandit smiled winningly, he hoped. “I’m a bit hungry. I hate dueling when I’m hungry.”
“You wouldn’t possibly be wanting to use these items to effect some sort of escape, would you, sir?”
“Psshhh,” Bandit raised a hand. “Of course not.”
“You know that the lady Tenleagues keeps imported refined energon extract on hand just for you. I’ll get you some of that. Anything else?” The majordomo eyed Bandit with a beady-eyed stare that said he would not be receptive to any more nonsense.
Bandit sighed. “That’ll be all.”
The majordomo bowed sharply, “The Lady Tenleagues bade me to tell you that she looks forward to the duel.” He took a step back, and the door closed and sealed behind him.
“.... I *have* to get out of here.”
Edrassa II
The Estate of V-raavi Tenleagues
One Earthmonth ago
In a small, gaudily decorated room, overly curtained and perfumed, Bandit of Cybertron prepared for a duel with all the courage of his Cybertronian warrior progenitors.
“I *have* to get out of here,” he said bravely, green optics scanning around the chamber for the tenth time. It was a small chamber, meant mostly for ritual preparation prior to duels. The estate had about ten of them.
“Really, that should have been the first red flag,” he murmured to himself as he paced across the overly plush carpet.
The room had no windows, and two doors on either side of the circular space, both magna-sealed, locked, and trapped. Bandit had been stripped of all his gear --his cloak, his tools, his traps, his weapon, even his Furby.
Bandit moved to one of the doors and ran his fingers down the seam at the center of the door. The magna-seal prevented even his normally sensitive digits from finding any purchase, any indentation at all in the door.
The mech spun around as the other door opened and the tall, spindly, well-dressed majordomo of the estate appeared silhouetted in the doorframe. “Mr. Bandit, sir. The Lady Tenleagues wishes to know if everything is to your liking. Is there anything I can get you?”
Bandit scanned the tall being for anything -- compressed fabric at the hips, or at the breast indicating a remote, a keycard, anything that might indicate a way out, but his well-trained pickpocket’s optics saw that the attendant was carrying nothing.
“... I would love to not duel my girlfriend, if that’s on the table?”
The majordomo gave a short, brittle tone, that Bandit was pretty sure was a polite laugh. “Ah, there’s that sense of humor that Lady Tenleagues enjoys so much. Of course you knew when you started courting Lady Tenleagues that this duel was inevitable. Seriously, though. Can I get you anything?”
Bandit made a face. “Ha, ha, that’s me, always joking. Seriously, though. I would very much like a multiphasic converter, some percium wire, and a orikin power cell.”
The majordomo raised a mandible quizzically. “May I ask what you need these items for, sir?”
Bandit smiled winningly, he hoped. “I’m a bit hungry. I hate dueling when I’m hungry.”
“You wouldn’t possibly be wanting to use these items to effect some sort of escape, would you, sir?”
“Psshhh,” Bandit raised a hand. “Of course not.”
“You know that the lady Tenleagues keeps imported refined energon extract on hand just for you. I’ll get you some of that. Anything else?” The majordomo eyed Bandit with a beady-eyed stare that said he would not be receptive to any more nonsense.
Bandit sighed. “That’ll be all.”
The majordomo bowed sharply, “The Lady Tenleagues bade me to tell you that she looks forward to the duel.” He took a step back, and the door closed and sealed behind him.
“.... I *have* to get out of here.”