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[raced_god]

Who: Kyaputen Farukon and YOU
What: Time to get the stench of Eggman out of the autoshops.
When: ALL WEEKEND November 23rd-November 25th
Where: Das Autoshop Garage
Warnings: Explosions. Profanity.

It begins with an explosion.

Falcon is thrown backwards, the entrance to the autoshop garage spitting fire and shrapnel across the asphalt. He skids across the gravel, yelling choice four-letter words and solemn promises screamed to the heavens about MAKING EGGMAN PAY.

He would make Eggman pay.

After checking to make sure nothing is broken or on fire (this jacket is really nice and now it's SINGED), the Captain enters the garage, this time keeping an eye out for trip wires and pressure plates. Booby trap the garage, would he? If that giant talking egg thought that would deter him, he'd be sorely mistaken.

So he set to work clearing out the space, hauling boxes and toolchests and other such automotive sundries.

Occasionally, something will blow up.

Comments

[trustycrowbar]

Oh hey. LOOK WHO IT IS. Gordon had been training in the facilities near the stadium when he heard the first explosion. He doesn't make any excuses for the strange orange suit he's wearing. In fact he doesn't make any sound at all at first, his expression a mix of confusion and concern as he watches the guy in the singed leather jacket haul things out through the garage door admid blackened, fractured concrete and the smell of burnt rubber.

[raced_god]

Falcon is crouched halfway inside the garage, apparently fixated on an incredibly interesting patch of floor. As soon as he hears someone approach, he thrusts out a hand to keep whoever it is from entering any further.

"Stop where you are."

He doesn't turn to look, still concentrating exclusively on something in front of him.

"You're about one step away from nailing that pressure plate."

[trustycrowbar]

Again without saying a word, his eyes cast downward to the faint difference in height between the slab of concrete and the small square in front of him. Damn. He's RIGHT. Just who in the everloving hell would rig up explosives in a garage?

...Wait. SHIT, no, no, he knows exactly who would do this.

He looks up and regards the garage with a new sense of mistrust. Evidently this guy was looking to diffuse these things or render them harmless. Damned if Gordon wasn't going to help him in that endeavor...

How? Well, first thing he's going to do is backtrack. Carefully. Then move forward and grab those cans of gas that for some reason haven't ignited yet.

Carefully.

[raced_god]

"No, I said don't move."

There's another moment of silence as he stays there with his hand outstretched, the other apparently clutching a pair of wire snips. Slowly, very slowly, he pulls a cable up from the floor and cuts it, seemingly waiting for the figurative shoe to drop and exhaling slightly when he sees that it is, in fact, the correct cable.

"Okay. Should be fine now."

[trustycrowbar]

He scowls; alright alright, he's not moving... As he watches Falcon he nevertheless relaxes himself when the thing is deactivated, shifting back in his stance. He still casts around the place, because there's no guarantee there aren't more explosive device varietals hidden around.

"...I guess we can thank Eggman for this." He finally says.

[raced_god]

Falcon stands and turns, rolling up the cable he was troubling over just a moment ago. Once it's coiled, he sets in on a table and makes his way to the next one, an apparent tripwire which he starts to follow back to the source. He spares a glance at the new arrival, recognizing him as the new physics teacher.

"Eggman's always been a sore loser," he says, shrugging it off. "He'll sulk for a week or two and then realize he's happier with Demolitions, anyway."

[monotreme_101]

Hey. You need a hand with that, coach?

[It's Knuckles - Autoshop Overalls and all, ready to help clear out Eggy's garbage.]

Shoulda figured he'd pull somethin' like this. Guy's about as mature as a kid in his terrible twos.

[raced_god]

Careful.

[He shrugs, carefully snipping a wire that appeared attached to some kind of automatic detonator.]

He's just angry they gave the job to someone actually qualified.

[monotreme_101]

You don't gotta tell me twice. I've been dealing with this guy's explosives and machines for longer'n I care for.

[He moved a little so he wasn't in the Captain's light. He needed to see what he was doing, after all.]

Yeah - I'll admit, really didn't learn anything worthwhile from him. I dunno why they gave him the gig in the first place. He's much better at destroying things than he is at fixing them to begin with.

[raced_god]

Yeah, I picked that up.

[Red wire blue wire red wire blue wire let's just snip random ones it's a 50-50 shot, right?

Luckily, nothing blows up.]

Give him a week of Demolitions and he'll realize it's where he belonged the whole time.

[monotreme_101]

That's what I figure. He's probably gonna enjoy it. Way too much, unless I miss my guess.

[Poor, poor Kyle and his poor, poor wall.]

Though you seem pretty good at this stuff yourself - maybe you should that THAT class too, Coach?

[raced_god]

Noooooo. No. Haha. Explosives aren't really my thing.

[As evidenced by the amount of booby traps he's actually managed to set off versus the amount successfully disarmed.]

Besides, I've been vying for an automotive class since I got here. The Hands won't let me teach Driver's Ed, so now that I've got the second-best thing, I'm staying right where I am.

[deathboss]

[Some weird guy with more makeup than most of the girls shows up. You've probably seen him around. He's holding up a large guitar case.] I heard something exploding!

[raced_god]

[Yeah the guy with the makeup and the two-toned blue hair is a little difficult to overlook.

Falcon is casually patting out some flames on his shoulders.]

Astute observation.

[deathboss]

[Well he'll bat his eyes at how casual he is for a second, then realize the problem at least doesn't seem to be urgent persay.]

Well if it's not too dangerous...what exactly is going on, senpai?

[raced_god]

The previous autoshop teacher boobytrapped the garage as a going-away present.

[SUPER CASUAL]

[deathboss]

[Maaan.]

You know, this place is getting just as bad as Seven Sisters or Kasugayama.

D'you need help? I could step in them for you.

[Also said super casually.]

[raced_god]

[Eyebrow...raise...]

I could step in them, too, but I'd rather keep the garage intact.

[The advantages of being able to set oneself on fire.]

[dachopunk]

The explosions certainly did attract some attention. See: one little green bird head poke into the auto shop, surveyin' the scene. There was danger here, but her interest won out over it.

[raced_god]

That

does not look like a Pokemon.

But maybe it is a Pokemon--Falcon is certainly not an expert on them. If there's one thing he knows, however, it's that Pokemon running around the school are often students, and the last thing he wants is for a student to accidentally blow themselves up.

"Wait, wait, don't come in, it's not safe."

[dachopunk]

She froze in place at the man's command, indicating that yes, she understood. She blinked a couple of times and squeaked, tilting her head to the side. This sunglasses wearing man was very tall indeed, and commanding. He smelled like oil, a familiar smell.

[raced_god]

Rather than risk this strange creature walking into the garage and setting off a trap, Falcon carefully made his way to the entrance, keeping in mind the last time he tried to approach a possibly-feral Pokemon maybe-student.

(Spoilers: It was Kieran and it ended very badly.)

"It's okay," he said, holding a hand out as he reached the entrance. "I'm not going to hurt you. Are you lost?"

[dachopunk]

The bird wasn't really lost, but she hadn't really gained a clear map of the campus in her mind yet, either. That didn't matter at this moment anyways. All she knew was that she very much liked the way this man smelled. Like vehicles and machine parts, and hard work. Really, this whole room smelled like that, albeit a bit more singed. She took a couple steps towards Falcon's hand, staring at it for a moment before laying her head gingerly in it.

Hi.

[sinister_blade]

That was quite a flight.

[Katarina stood at the entrance of the shop, eyebrows raised up to her red hair, looking really amused. Not everyday she sees things exploding and sending people flying (Rumble refuses to do that with his robot just to entertain her...).]

Poor thing didn't stand a chance. [She smirked, pushing hands into her military pants.]

[raced_god]

[Falcon is currently checking to make sure that nothing is broken, patting himself down and extinguishing any remaining flames that cling to his jacket. Once he's sure that he's uninjured and not on fire, he stands, apparently unshaken by the explosion.]

What, me? Or the garage?