Blackarachnia (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
treacherous_widow) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
re_alignment_logs2014-03-25 02:10 am
treacherous_widow) wrote in re_alignment_logs2014-03-25 02:10 am
(no subject)
Who: Blackarachnia and Sentinel
What: Chance encounters of the unpleasant kind.
When: Tonight 3/25
Where: Junkpile
Warnings: ....Arachnophobia?
Was it dark enough? Was she covered enough? The she-spider tugged her little cloak over her beast form and shuddered. If she was lucky she wouldn't come across anyone like this... she was horrifying. Even looking at herself sent the poor widow running. Blackarachnia believed that she was absolutely terrifying an that anyone that crossed her path might go running in fear.
Some of those bots, she didn't want to see repulsed by her. Others she really didn't care for. And there might even be a few that she would... like to scare. And that thought actually made her grin for a few moments. Even frightened, she was more than willing to use it to her advantage.
With a shake of her head she banished those thoughts and scurried out. Blackarahnia needed parts and the best place to find them was the junkpile. She just did a brief pat down of what she was carrying on herself and just glanced over the bottle with the yellow crystals. She knew it was Energon. She had even tasted it a little. It just... was strange. Something she wanted to study and until she figured it out, the stuff wasn't leaving her sight.
For now anyway.
Once she got to the junkpile, she continued to hunt around, trying to be mindful of any bot around her. Unfortunately during one of her digs, she got a little distracted and her cloak slid of. There was now a very, very colorful spider digging through one of the piles in plane view of anyone who might wander by.
What: Chance encounters of the unpleasant kind.
When: Tonight 3/25
Where: Junkpile
Warnings: ....Arachnophobia?
Was it dark enough? Was she covered enough? The she-spider tugged her little cloak over her beast form and shuddered. If she was lucky she wouldn't come across anyone like this... she was horrifying. Even looking at herself sent the poor widow running. Blackarachnia believed that she was absolutely terrifying an that anyone that crossed her path might go running in fear.
Some of those bots, she didn't want to see repulsed by her. Others she really didn't care for. And there might even be a few that she would... like to scare. And that thought actually made her grin for a few moments. Even frightened, she was more than willing to use it to her advantage.
With a shake of her head she banished those thoughts and scurried out. Blackarahnia needed parts and the best place to find them was the junkpile. She just did a brief pat down of what she was carrying on herself and just glanced over the bottle with the yellow crystals. She knew it was Energon. She had even tasted it a little. It just... was strange. Something she wanted to study and until she figured it out, the stuff wasn't leaving her sight.
For now anyway.
Once she got to the junkpile, she continued to hunt around, trying to be mindful of any bot around her. Unfortunately during one of her digs, she got a little distracted and her cloak slid of. There was now a very, very colorful spider digging through one of the piles in plane view of anyone who might wander by.
<3
Especially with what she does AFTER she's done cocooning him in glowing sticky thread.
Does he mind being buried alive under piles of junk? Even if he does there's nothing he can do to stop her from doing it.
Once she's satisfied, the tied up blue idiot is almost completely covered. Let see how long it takes him to get out of that.
Next time, watch where you're putting those clunky things you call feet.
Re: <3
He's gonna murder you.
Re: <3