Dizzy's grin flipped for a bit as Krieg's screaming had startled her. She jumped back a ways, arching her chassis like a cat, before returning to her usual bell-shaped grin and flexing back out. "Oh!" Dizzy exclaimed, upon comprehending (albeit in a somewhat skewed manner) Krieg's answer. "Is that some sort of heavy-death-metal album?" she asked sweetly, her moony eyes wide with curiosity.
Donkey Kong stared at Krieg in horror, his jaw dropping open and his eyes bugging out.
Dizzy turned her head towards Donkey Kong, noting his expression of mortification. "I guess he just doesn't like metal," she presumed, her mouth flipping upside-down again and her left eyelid lowering. The cement mixer then seated herself upon the ground, placing the rear of her chassis upon the grass and looking up to watch Twilight Sparkle flutter about, occasionally glancing expectantly back at the others for their answers.
Donkey Kong
Donkey Kong decided to ignore the psycho for a bit and return to the topic that everybody seemed to have at hand: the consumption of food. And apes are always good on good eats.
On the subject of the cement mixer's question, Donkey Kong would just have to give a bongo demonstration. Now if only he had a good set of bongos, then he could jam.
A banana would only sate Donkey Kong for so long; the gorilla patted his stomach and heard it rumble. Those spices did smell quite tasty.
Donkey Kong saluted Wreck-Gar and gave him an awkward grin before sliding down the Autobot's chassis and slamming on the ground.
He then lumbered into the train-car hut and thumped his hand on the counter. "Banana," he grunted, meaning "Something tasty that involved banana."
Donkey Kong turned his head over and gaped at Wario, who had quite rudely barged in and demanded all the food in the restaurant. DK sighed. Some people never change. The gorilla tapped on Wario's shoulder and grunted in annoyance.
An impact like that should have dented a cement mixer like Dizzy beyond belief.
So when she wheeled out, dazed but unscathed, she perked up with initial confusion, then sighed with relief, sagging a bit on her axles. Now that's what I call heavy-duty construction equipment.
Dizzy rattled her head and spun her tumbler to get the figurative aches out, then took a look at her surroundings. A bit of a ways away was a large, fancy classroom building, seemingly abandoned. (Must be the weekend, Dizzy thought to herself.) It had a western-European flair to its structure, perhaps Czech, or something along the lines. Maybe Bob would know.
Speaking of Bob, where was he? Dizzy twirled around on her rear wheels, her head turning in confusion. She struggled to remember what happened. Had she fallen off a construction project? No, that couldn't be; Bob wasn't working on a tower or anything, and even if he was, Dizzy would have stayed firmly on the ground. Bob would have used a wheelbarrow to carry the concrete around.
Dizzy pounded her left wheel into her right. The machines had retired for the night; Dizzy was whisked away after a day of work.
"That leaves the question," the orange cement mixer declared, her mouth spinning upside down to show her confusion. "'Where am I?'"
Dizzy whirled around and tilted her head to the left, noting the two conjoined train cars. Her wheels squeaked as she circled here way around the train cars and into the congregation of people and... other entities. Dizzy looked up and saw a gorilla standing atop a large, orange machine that looked like it was built from a garbage truck.
Circling around, she saw a few women, a few men... one of the men had a paper bag upon his head, and he was huge. Speaking of which, he seemed to be tending to a regal knight clad in gilded armor.
Perhaps the obvious question would be, "Who are you, and where am I?"
Dizzy instead blurted, "Hi! I'm Dizzy!" She chippily gyrated about the center of the cluster of folks around her. Donkey Kong turned his head towards Dizzy and stared in confusion at the energetic cement mixer. "What kind of music do you guys like?" she asked.
Donkey Kong grinned. Now here was an interesting question.
*Personality: Dizzy is eager, excited, and curious. She enjoys listening to music. Dizzy is very loyal to her friends, and is always willing to help. Dizzy is often found spinning around, part of her childish, playful nature.
*Powers/Skills: Dizzy is capable of rearing on her rear wheels, and is self-locomotive, requiring no driver. A concrete mixer, Dizzy has the ability to mix concrete from the proper ingredients. Dizzy's axle and chassis are prehensile, allowing her to gesture her front wheels like hands, even able to pick up and throw objects. In part because of this, Dizzy is also incredibly agile, reflecting her excited nature.
*Brief Bio: Dizzy is one of the five main construction machines that Bob the Builder works with. Whenever Bob needs concrete mixed, Dizzy is there to help, be it a solid concrete foundation or a concrete sidewalk. Dizzy and Roley, the steamroller, often work together because Dizzy lays out the concrete, and Roley smooths out the surfaces. Dizzy was employed by Bob the Builder when he learned that she could effectively and passionately mix up concrete. Since then, Dizzy proved to be a valuable member of Bob's team, providing the energy, efficiency, and positive attitude that drives the construction projects that Bob so often works on. However, one day, after a long project, specifically a refurbished apartment building, Dizzy, retired for the night, found herself whisked away in her sleep to an entirely-new realm...
*Equipment: Dizzy is her own equipment. She comes with a tumbler mounted in between her hinges that mixes and pours concrete. Her chassis consists of four wheels. Dizzy operates herself.
I'm actually serious about this, and I understand completely that I'm pushing the envelope and that the setting of this roleplay will likely present a difficult position for Dizzy. I believe that playing a character such as Dizzy in this type of environment presents me an interesting writing challenge in how she would respond to the situations presented in the narrative.
also people seem to think Dizzy will elicit some pretty funny reactions and I intend to deliver
*Personality: Dizzy is eager, excited, and curious. She enjoys listening to music. Dizzy is very loyal to her friends, and is always willing to help. Dizzy is often found spinning around, part of her childish, playful nature.
*Powers/Skills: Dizzy is capable of rearing on her rear wheels, and is self-locomotive, requiring no driver. A concrete mixer, Dizzy has the ability to mix concrete from the proper ingredients. Dizzy's axle and chassis are prehensile, allowing her to gesture her front wheels like hands, even able to pick up and throw objects. In part because of this, Dizzy is also incredibly agile, reflecting her excited nature.
*Brief Bio: Dizzy is one of the five main construction machines that Bob the Builder works with. Whenever Bob needs concrete mixed, Dizzy is there to help, be it a solid concrete foundation or a concrete sidewalk. Dizzy and Roley, the steamroller, often work together because Dizzy lays out the concrete, and Roley smooths out the surfaces. Dizzy was employed by Bob the Builder when he learned that she could effectively and passionately mix up concrete. Since then, Dizzy proved to be a valuable member of Bob's team, providing the energy, efficiency, and positive attitude that drives the construction projects that Bob so often works on. However, one day, after a long project, specifically a refurbished apartment building, Dizzy, retired for the night, found herself whisked away in her sleep to an entirely-new realm...
*Equipment: Dizzy is her own equipment. She comes with a tumbler mounted in between her hinges that mixes and pours concrete. Her chassis consists of four wheels. Dizzy operates herself.
Donkey Kong turned around, momentarily distracted by the scent of banana peels and other refuse. He turned around, then realized he was looking at the kneecaps of a rather large, rather orange mechanical entity. His eyes traveled up and met Wreck-Gar's smiling metal face. Donkey Kong, more surprised than afraid, staggered back and fell on his rump, before ducking to dodge a mop headed his way. It seemed more like the massive machine was carelessly rummaging for an item and less like an actual act of hostility. Donkey Kong got whapped in the face by the stinking baseball cap; he unfolded it and adjusted the size before putting it comically on the tuft of hair upon his head. He grinned at himself, looking up at the lopsided cap.
DK then took the cap off and tossed it over his shoulder, before grunting up at the robot, who introduced itself as Wreck-Gar. Donkey Kong stood upright and thumped his own chest, grunting "Donkey Kong," and slamming down to the ground. He was very proud that he could grunt his name in the first place.
The curious gorilla then jumped onto Wreck-Gar's left leg and ascended up the robot's frame, before resting on his shoulder. Donkey Kong nudged Wreck-Gar's cheek and fingered the top left side of Wreck-Gar's head.