Time: Around Noon
Date: March 18, 0007
Tires crunched on the asphalt, the shiny exterior almost blinding against the drab landscape. The Cybertronian didn't often journey out to this section of the city, and he was unable to keep himself quiet as he eyed the seemingly abandoned warehouses. "Well! This place could definitely use a bit of tender loving care..." Knock Out's voice rumbled from the radio speakers within himself. It wasn't quite the dilapidated grungey wasteland that was the Outer District, but the area reeked of isolation. Perhaps that was why KARR chose to make this area his home?
Spying a sign for PIM Drive, the sports car's tires shifted into a turn. If Knock Out remembered right from directions he had received from the other AI, this street signaled that he was close... A row of warehouses lay ahead, the numbers for each building like going down a numbered list. The mech drove past the majority of them, hidden optics searching for one in particular. 51341...51342...51343...AHA! There it as! 51344. A pleased hum rumbled from the car, impossible to distinguish over the similar hum from his engines. A sizable building, definitely, though if he were to stand in it, Knock Out was still going to need his shrinking ring. The bright red car moved to park before the specific warehouse, his lights facing the garage door.
HONK, HONK!
As if that wasn't enough, the narcissistic mech decided to cap off his announcement of his arrival by rolling down a window so his voice could carry along the air. "Helloooo, KARR! It's me, you favorite red sportscar!" Knock Out called out with a teasing lilt. Here's hoping the other wouldn't mind a little unannounced visit!
Date: March 18, 0007
Tires crunched on the asphalt, the shiny exterior almost blinding against the drab landscape. The Cybertronian didn't often journey out to this section of the city, and he was unable to keep himself quiet as he eyed the seemingly abandoned warehouses. "Well! This place could definitely use a bit of tender loving care..." Knock Out's voice rumbled from the radio speakers within himself. It wasn't quite the dilapidated grungey wasteland that was the Outer District, but the area reeked of isolation. Perhaps that was why KARR chose to make this area his home?
Spying a sign for PIM Drive, the sports car's tires shifted into a turn. If Knock Out remembered right from directions he had received from the other AI, this street signaled that he was close... A row of warehouses lay ahead, the numbers for each building like going down a numbered list. The mech drove past the majority of them, hidden optics searching for one in particular. 51341...51342...51343...AHA! There it as! 51344. A pleased hum rumbled from the car, impossible to distinguish over the similar hum from his engines. A sizable building, definitely, though if he were to stand in it, Knock Out was still going to need his shrinking ring. The bright red car moved to park before the specific warehouse, his lights facing the garage door.
HONK, HONK!
As if that wasn't enough, the narcissistic mech decided to cap off his announcement of his arrival by rolling down a window so his voice could carry along the air. "Helloooo, KARR! It's me, you favorite red sportscar!" Knock Out called out with a teasing lilt. Here's hoping the other wouldn't mind a little unannounced visit!