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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.
~~~~~
A CALM AFTER THE STORM
Almost.
He was plodding the last few turns towards Perceptor's lab, creeping around corners and checking every hallways to make sure there was no one close by. Already, an unfortunate acolyte had met with...
...with an unfortunate end. He was going to have to apologize for that, later.
For now, there it was. The last corner. Perceptor was right around the bend. He peered around it.
HOPEFULLY
No sign, he assumed, of the bot in question yet.
He shifted his weight, head bowed. His foot tapped a little at the ground, in thought.
NOPE
How could it be that he'd made it this far only to be so sorely tempted at the end?
There...there had to be another way. The vents, perhaps.
He disappears back around the corner, slipping into the shadows and feeling along the edges of the floor until he finds what he's looking for. If he and Dead End hadn't mapped out so many shafts around the Haven, this wouldn't have been possible, but...
Now it is. He approaches Perceptor from above--
--and kicks out the grate not far away to drop down on the scientist.
no subject
He debates going back into the lab. Behind the heavy security door and hunkering down until someone calls him. It would be best, probably. He even turns to go, his hand settling on the control panel.
And then something lands on his shoulders.
He's huge, he's a literal tank. But the surprise and the sudden weight catches him utterly off-guard. He's knocked to the floor with a heavy clang of impact, and a yelp.