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[fateality]

Well now. This is all hell of a thing -- ALASTAIR, savin' worlds, temporal bugs full of acid an' whatnot -- but I've got a bit of a conundrum.

I'm a man of many skills, but a cobbler? Oh, far from it. And I've a pair of boots that are a bit in need of a rescue. Suppose I could take what I've been generously given by your very fine organization, but these are a bit near an' dear to my heart.

I don't suppose any of you wondrously talented individuals could help me out? I'd be very much obliged.

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[fateality]

It certainly sounds like it. Listening to your voice certainly gives that impression.

I think it'd be a little more fun to let you use your imagination on that one.

[paintjobs]

Trust me, my [ deep, inappropriately sensual ] voice is the least of it.

Now then, as to your name... I think I'm beginning to have a few guesses, with your username in mind.

[fateality]

Oh, now your teasin' me, K.O. [He laughs.]

If you got ideas to share, you have my attention. Hard to do otherwise.

[paintjobs]

Oh, I'm not sure. They might sound like rude speculations.

[ u sound like a card game cheat, buddy ]

[fateality]

Now now, I think comin' from a voice like that, I'd be awful flattered in any case.

[well ur not wrong]

[paintjobs]

I bet you would.

I think I'll keep it to myself a while longer, we'll see if you prove it first.

[fateality]

What a tease.

All right, I'll play it your way. Any chance I get the opportunity to see your face sometime?

[paintjobs]

Oh, that sounds doable, as long as you can get yourself out to the courtyard. I've about had enough of navigating the castle.

[fateality]

Not a problem. I'll be there before you know it.

[paintjobs]

I don't suppose you'd be taking requests on your way out here?

[fateality]

Well, I'm not normally so generous, but you've put me in a good mood.

What can I do for ya?

[paintjobs]

A polishing cloth. As large as you can find one. It turns out bug goo shouldn't be wiped off with one, if you still want to have it afterward.

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[fateality]

Ruined yours, eh? That's fair. I'll bring out what I can find.

[Of course, he doesn't have any inkling that who he's speaking with is going to be a rather tall robot, but what can you do. Suffice it to say, Twisted Fate has arranged a few polishing cloths; they aren't terribly large, but he figured bringing more than one might help.

A swirl of cards appears in the middle of the courtyard. With a snap in the air, Twisted Fate appears, cloths draped over his arm.]

[paintjobs]

[ Knock Out is leaned comfortably against a low wall in the courtyard, arms folded over his chest and looking bored. That flurry of cards not far off catches his eye though, and he looks decidedly impressed as Twisted Fate appears out of it. Or, who he assumes is Twisted Fate. The clothes draped over his arm lends credibility.

Human, then. Sort of disappointing, but you take what you can get, particularly when it's as flashy as this guy is. ]

Twisted Fate, I hope.

[fateality]

[When he'd pulled his trick, he did have the vision of a robot -- but he certainly didn't expect Knock Out to be as tall as he is. He's rendered speechless for a few seconds before he smiles and tips his hat to the Cybertronian.]

The one an' only. It's a pleasure.

Hopefully, these will suffice. 'Fraid there wasn't much else.

[paintjobs]

[ He enjoys that speechlessness. He always enjoys it. He pushes off from his lean and takes a leisurely (but showy, a bit of a saunter to them) few steps to close the distance between them, then leans over to delicately pluck up the proffered clothes. ]

A bit minuscule. I didn't ask for 'as large as you can find' for no reason. [ which is probably pretty apparent by now ]

[fateality]

[They're given freely. This time, anyway. Quite honestly, Knock Out's been the most fun to talk to so far. It helps that it's verbal, anyway.]

Point taken. Didn't take into account what giant you'd be.

Never met someone like you before.

[paintjobs]

Have you considered that you're just exceedingly small?

[ Except he's totally pleased to be called 'giant', and it shows in a smile. It's so not true, like every Cybertronian is taller than him (with a few exceptions). What a nice ego boost, though.

He tucks the (dishearteningly small) clothes into a compartment with careful clawtips. ]

In any case -- thank you. [ Those sound like words he doesn't use much, probably because they are. ]

[fateality]

Not in comparison to other human beings, actually.

[He doesn't take it personally.]

You're very welcome.

So, if it ain't rude to ask, what are you and where are ya from?

[paintjobs]

[ If it's rude, Knock Out doesn't look bothered. He shifts back to his original post to drop back into that lean, which is a slight improvement over standing around. ]

I'm from Cybertron, making me a Cybertronian. [ As you might expect. ] Assuming you were speaking generally. More specifically — [ He dips into a halfassed but still fancy little bow. ] Knock Out, famed doctor.

[ "famed" yeah ok. boy he loves being around strangers who won't know any better. ]

[fateality]

[How curious. Twisted Fate chuckles and scratches an ear.] I'm from Runeterra. Making me Runterrean. [From his tone, he's definitely not serious.]

So, a Cybertronian doc, huh? Must be real specialized here. You're one of a kind 'round these parts.

[paintjobs]

[ He is one of a kind, isn't he? It's almost a nice thought. Things sound easier without a load of Cybertronians all tripping over and warring on each other. A smile draws across his face. ]

That's right. [ A little like it's just occurred to him. ] Looks like I won't be having many patients, will I? A nice little vacation.

[fateality]

[Flattery is something he can dispense, when appropriate.

And right now, it certainly seems appropriate.]

So what's on the table for you now? Bein' that you have a specific skillset an' all.

[paintjobs]

[ Well, he'll never say no to a little flattery. ]

Just between you and me, not much. [ He was serious about that nice little vacation, okay. ]