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re_alignment_logs2014-03-29 10:57 pm
skidaddle) wrote in re_alignment_logs2014-03-29 10:57 pm
Thrill Ride
Who: Skids and YOU - Open
What: A Zombie March. Skids has to get from point A to point B without seeing anyone. Since he's under the influence of Black Energon, if he DOES see someone--he will chase and try to drink your energon/blood. Otherwise, he's just normal Skids driving across the Haven.
When: Now!
Where: Between Nexus's temple and Perceptor's Lab
Notes/Warnings:
Actionspam is welcome, and most tags will be short and sweet~ You can opt in to actually having your blood/energon sampled if you would like, or we can just have a merry chase. Skids is super-aware of what's going on (since he thought he just got OVER being a zombie) so he will probably be apologizing profusely as we go.
Skids was utterly over this.
He was over having mandibles, he was over being hungry, and he was over the fact that it seemed to happen to him enough to be considered 'frequently.' Just when his life seemed to be looking up, it changed again. One moment he was best friends with a god and getting an extra alt-mode to drive down a concrete roller-coaster, the next moment he was back to locking himself in his room.
Clearly, if this was some ancient, unborn Cybertron, then he was the patron saint of the undead.
As all saints inevitably had to perform some hurculean task in order to acheive their sainthood, he was now heading towards Perceptor's lab and traversing the several dozen miles of potentially dangerous terrain. It wasn't that it was particularly dangerous to him, besides the occassional loose rock nicking him in the undersides. It was more that it was dangerous to anyone he happened to see, who might be wandering about innocently, unaware that there was a Skids on the loose.
Again.
Only time would tell, however. With luck, he'd make it to Perceptor's in one piece, and the scientist would have a cure.
Otherwise, it was a long few miles BACK to locking himself in his room again.
~~~~~
What: A Zombie March. Skids has to get from point A to point B without seeing anyone. Since he's under the influence of Black Energon, if he DOES see someone--he will chase and try to drink your energon/blood. Otherwise, he's just normal Skids driving across the Haven.
When: Now!
Where: Between Nexus's temple and Perceptor's Lab
Notes/Warnings:
Actionspam is welcome, and most tags will be short and sweet~ You can opt in to actually having your blood/energon sampled if you would like, or we can just have a merry chase. Skids is super-aware of what's going on (since he thought he just got OVER being a zombie) so he will probably be apologizing profusely as we go.
Skids was utterly over this.
He was over having mandibles, he was over being hungry, and he was over the fact that it seemed to happen to him enough to be considered 'frequently.' Just when his life seemed to be looking up, it changed again. One moment he was best friends with a god and getting an extra alt-mode to drive down a concrete roller-coaster, the next moment he was back to locking himself in his room.
Clearly, if this was some ancient, unborn Cybertron, then he was the patron saint of the undead.
As all saints inevitably had to perform some hurculean task in order to acheive their sainthood, he was now heading towards Perceptor's lab and traversing the several dozen miles of potentially dangerous terrain. It wasn't that it was particularly dangerous to him, besides the occassional loose rock nicking him in the undersides. It was more that it was dangerous to anyone he happened to see, who might be wandering about innocently, unaware that there was a Skids on the loose.
Again.
Only time would tell, however. With luck, he'd make it to Perceptor's in one piece, and the scientist would have a cure.
Otherwise, it was a long few miles BACK to locking himself in his room again.
~~~~~
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If there was anything to be thankful for, it was that he hadn't seemed to become infected by anything himself, so far as he was aware. No strange energon for him!
Not that it made him any less worried about anyone else, and so figuring that he'd do what he could, Hot Rod was off driving about the Haven to see if maybe he could find any of these strange energon veins himself.]
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This was bad.
It was bad, and he should stay away from it...
Which is precisely why his wheels end up turning towards the approaching vehicle.]
...frag.
[Hunger seemed to be a magnet. Congrats, Hot Rod...Skids is going to fast wind up in your rear-view mirror.]
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Huh?
[Wait, this guy looks familiar.]
-Skids, that you?
[Obviously it's going to be a great idea to slow down so he can come alongside of the other.]
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His processor is aware, but his wheels have their own idea, and his sensors lock on all the tight curves that form Hot Rod's sporty alt-mode. Underneath that hood, there was energon.]
Yes. Yes it is me, and I'm--
[Oh hell, Rod is slowing down.]
No! No, go faster. In fact, stay away.
Far away.
If you can.
[His engine revs, and he's speeding towards the orange and yellow flames.]
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[That's a weird thing to say. He can tell that Skids has picked up speed right off the back, which....is an odd thing to do when you're telling someone to distance themselves.
But then weird things have been happening all over the Haven lately. Hot Rod starts to speed up again.]
What's going on, Skids?