ruthless_hunter: (evil smile)
[A certain, frightening-looking car pulls into a small building and deposits a bloody man with a broken leg at the door.]

Maybe next time you'll pay up instead of tryin' to make a run for it.

[His arm extends out his window and gently knocks on the door. Payment is exchanged and Lockdown goes off to find more work.]

Maybe I'll hit the slots later.

[OOC: Anyone is free to hire him for any reason they wish. Or confront him.]
ruthless_hunter: (kiwi)
[The video opens to a ball of black and green feathers curled up on Lockdown's very large berth. Said ball of fluff uncurls into a kiwi bird that's just starting to wake up, blinking his beady red eyes.]

'Nother morning, 'nother day I'm reminded that I'm stranded.

[One might think there's something not quite right about Lockdown's deep, gruff voice coming out of such a small bird. He stands up on his little, miscolored legs.]

Wait... something ain't right here...

[He looks at his feet and back, then at his reflection in the device's screen and lets out an angry squack.]

Not again! Huh... oh slag is that thing on?

[He uses his beak to press the OFF button.]

[OOC: If anyone wants Action with the kiwi-fied bounty hunter, he'll be leaving his ship occassionally to scrounge around for bugs in the surroundings woods.]
ruthless_hunter: (samurai helmet)
This again, huh? Alright. Hopefully it'll be less annoying than last time.

Are there any other Cybertronians out there today? Prowl? Three-Face? ...Luggers?

[OOC: Open to pretty much everything.]
ruthless_hunter: (evil smile)
[Enter possibly the biggest pirate ship ever. Said ship is made of red metal, and the sails are made of red glass. Obviously they aren't functional as sails, which is why this ship is powered by moters. The side of the ship reads The Death's Head.

Lockdown, the ship's captain, looks pretty much the same, except for a metal eyepatch. He's already got the hook-hand, after all.]

Nothin' like the smell of salt and brine in the afternoon.
ruthless_hunter: (human)
[Lockdown, in car mode, is parked by the side of the road, while his human holoform sits on a bench, looking impatient. Said holoform is also decked out in black and green leather, with spikes on the outfit's shoulders. According to the card, his date is someone named "Nathan". Should be fun, especially if things get hot and heavy.]

[OOC: Yeah, sorry 'bout the delay, Nathan-mun. Almost forgot about the whole blind date thing, until another post reminded me. ^^;;]
ruthless_hunter: (profile)
[Lockdown's hanging around in an empty parking lot as he records this. He's also got none of the smuggness that usually radiates off him.]

Y'know, I like to think that my life's in pretty good order. Everything's organized and my ship's in working order, for the most part, but lately I've had this weird sensation. I look at all you humans lately and your behavior confuses me. I've found this behavior impossible to categorize.

[OOC: Lockdown's in the middle of a bad sci-fi romance as a robot who needs someone to teach him the meaning of love. This is leaving him quite out of character for once, for himself and his entire race. A fair maiden (or dude) to teach him love is very welcome, as are side characters.]
ruthless_hunter: (frowning)
[A video feed opens up showing Lockdown parked in some parking lot. A man in sterotypical filmmaker attire gestures towards him.]

And here we have a truely unique kind of unwilling citizen of The City. The remarkable Transformer, by the name of Lockdown. This particular Transformer has chosen a custom muscle car for his vehicle mode.

Lockdown like to think that he has no allegiance to either faction, but will consider himself a Decepticon by default sometimes. Others certainly do. His profession is that of a bounty hunter, and he may be considered the best at what he does. We should hope so, considering the sort of payment he asks for.

[Lockdown's holoform comes out of an auto shop with a plastic bag in hand.]

Ah, and here we have his holoform, something very few Transformers have. See how it basically looks like him if he were a human. This makes shopping much easier for him, as you can see. Looks like he's purchased some sort of auto fuel, possibly antifreeze or some type of oil.

[The holoform looks at the filmmakers, tosses the bag into the front seat, and then vanishes. But not before flipping the filmmakers the bird. He then drives off.]

It seems he's been brushing up on his human customs. What a sight. Most Decepticon-affiliated Transformers don't even bother to learn our languages. Well, we're just going to keep following him throughout the day, so keep watching.

If we're lucky, we may get to see him perform some bounty hunting.

[Video ends.]
ruthless_hunter: (not amused)
[The video feed starts up with Jack Harkness looking into the camera.]

Okay, I gotta admit, this isn't as bad as the last few times a curse has decided to mess with my body, but it's definatly the least creative.

[He reaches his hand into a nearby cereal box, takes out a handful of cereal and eats it.]

Kinda wish the fuel wasn't so hit-or-miss. Dunno how you meatbags live on some of this stuff.

[Video ends.]

[OOC: Lockdown's victim of the Body Switch curse with Jack.]
ruthless_hunter: (human)
[Lockdown's holoform is browsing an auto shop, from the sparkplugs to the turtle wax. Isn't long before a clerk comes up to him.]

Can I help you, sir?

Nah, I'm good. Just need a few parts and wax that doesn't smell like... [He cuts himself off, looking rather agitated. Shakes his leg a little, as if being touched by some phantom figure.

Ignoring the clerk, the holoform leaves the shop and goes right for the source of his annoyance. Namely a little gray thing touching the hood of his real body, currently parked outside the shop. Apparently he doesn't consider it worth shifting to robot mode to deal with, because he just gives it a swift kick in the other direction.]

Beat it, meatbag! Allspark be damned, that's the second time today.
ruthless_hunter: (what the hell?)
[The video turns on to show a very pissed off Lockdown. Today there's something different about him. Namely that he's now painted bright purple with orange and red flames. Also, his spikes are now gold and have jeweles around the bases, including the ones on his tire rims. Even his face is different. Some of his teeth are gold and it looks like someone welded purple, metal pimp glasses to his face.]

Alright, to whoever did this, if you fess up now I might go easy on ya'. Might. Even if it was one of you dieties or a slagging curse. Point is someone's gonna get their aft kicked or end up as meat pulp.

[He holds up a pair of fuzzy dice.]

Dunno what the slag these are for or how you got 'em on my mirror, but it ain't funny. Neither is messin' with my horn.

[Video feed ends]
ruthless_hunter: (buh?)
[Cybertronians don't do gravemarkers the same way humans do, but the City doesn't care, apparently.]


Successful Bounty Hunter
Would-be Cyberninja
Murderer of Hundreds
Former Lover of Many

"Told you I wouldn't go down without taking you with me."
ruthless_hunter: (plotting)
Y'know, with recent events, I've been doing some thinkin'. In times like these - war, disaster, that kinda thing - a bot like me smells opportunity. There's lots of people out there who could use some help and protection out there now, and there ain't enough help to go around. Luckily I'm damn good at that sorta thing.

So, if any of you need a helpin' servo 'cause you can't fend off these things, just gimme a ring. Just one thing: you better have something to pay me with. I don't do this outta the goodness of my spark, nor do I come cheap. Sure, you could say I'm not worth it, but how many of you really wanna fend for yourself?
ruthless_hunter: (bring it on)
[Lockdown's holoform (yes, he finally came up with a shorter name for the holomatter form) is standing around, a distracted look on his face. It isn't long before a few harpies come in for the kill. As soon as they get close enough, the holoform vanishes and Lockdown, in car form, comes out of his hiding place to run over some of the beasts.]

Dunno what you are, but I could use a little sport.

[He managed to kill a few, and wound some, but the others are still kicking.

The video feed cuts out right as they come at him.]

[OOC: Anyone is free to come across Lockdown for whatever reason.]
ruthless_hunter: (buh?)
[Lockdown comes into view, looking at his hand and hook-hand, which are covered in oil. He looks confused and annoyed.]

Five washes and still ain't comin' out.

[He grabs a nearby cloth and starts trying to rub the oil off with it, but to no avail. In fact, the oil seems to creep further down his arms. He sees that the device is on.]

Alright, real funny deities, now knock it off.

[Turns off the video]

[OOC: Lockdown's only got one confirmed murder in the show, but it's been implied that he's killed a lot more people in his line of work, so it'll be getting worse. Also, it's oil because that's what robots bleed.]
ruthless_hunter: (thinking)
Right, so from what I've learned, today we're suppossed to get visitors. Should be fun, depending on who pops in.

Hey, Prowl, if you're here, we could hang at my place. Have some drinks, finally have that spark-to-spark. Whaddaya, say?

Oh, and if any other Cybertronians are watching, don't think I'm gonna make friends just because. I'm not that desperate.

[OOC: Anyone who wants to pester Lockdown is free to do so. Action for anyone who wants it.]
ruthless_hunter: (kiwi)
[For some reason, the device is sitting on the ground. Perfect for viewing the rather colorful kiwi that's wandering around the metal ship.

If it's possible for a kiwi to look peeved, then this one is managing it very well.

He approaches the device and looks at himself in the screen's reflection, and unintentionally allowing anyone watching to get a good look at him. Then he notices that the device is on and, possibly because the device shrunk with him, turns it off.

A text post appears some time later.]

If this is a joke, it ain't funny.

[OOC: If anyone wants action, he'll be leaving his ship to explore the surrounding woods at some point to see if there's anything he can eat.]
ruthless_hunter: (human)
[As the video opens, Lockdown is fiddling with a device about as big as his palm.]

So far this whole "curse" thing ain't that big a deal. Dunno how it's affecting me and the humans both, but I ain't a scientist. And don't gimme all that "it's magic" slag, 'cause there's no such thing.

[Filtered to Tony Stark]

Got what I needed from those diety guys, Stark. Still, if you found anything useful under there, we should talk.

[End Filter]

[Makes a few more adjustments, then he opens up his chest and installs the device. He puts the device on the floor, stands back and converts to car form.]

Well, let's see if it works.

[After a few seconds, a tall, well-muscled man in his fourties appears beside the car. His hair is black, short, and slicked back, his eyes are red, skin is unnaturally pale, and covering his face are black tattoos that match the ones on his real face.

The man looks at his face in the side window of the car.]

Hm, not bad.

[The holomatter human vanishes and Lockdown converts back to robot mode.]

Well, least now I know it works.

[His hand covers the screen as he turns it off.]


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