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re_alignment_logs2012-10-08 11:10 pm
metalsjaguar) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-10-08 11:10 pm
cat vs cat
WHO: Jaguar and TFA Cheetor and maybe Blurr?
WHERE: Junk pile
WHEN Not too long after this.
WHAT: CATFIGHT--I mean Cheetor tries to take Jaguar in.
WARNINGS: Death.
Jaguar had no intention of hiding himself after his initial broadcast. If anyone came after him, he would dispose of them quickly enough and if anyone accidentally stumbled upon him ... well -- it'd depend on his mood.
But for the moment, he sat within the junk pile, just watching like a perched hawk. He had reacquired his cloak from before he came to this new Cybertron. That is what he liked about the junk pile, it was interesting what someone could stumble upon. And he liked this cloak and what the gruesome stains reminded him.
But he wouldn't get too cocky about his own accomplishments, because his mission came first. He wondered if the other slightly-feline looking mech really would come after him. He hoped so.
As well as that speedy-talking blue guy. They both seemed like rather easy targets, though he enjoyed challenges much more, but he would take whatever Primus laid before him.
While he sat and waited, he twirled a random piece of scrap metal between his fingers. It was only a matter of time before someone came.
WHERE: Junk pile
WHEN Not too long after this.
WHAT: CATFIGHT--I mean Cheetor tries to take Jaguar in.
WARNINGS: Death.
Jaguar had no intention of hiding himself after his initial broadcast. If anyone came after him, he would dispose of them quickly enough and if anyone accidentally stumbled upon him ... well -- it'd depend on his mood.
But for the moment, he sat within the junk pile, just watching like a perched hawk. He had reacquired his cloak from before he came to this new Cybertron. That is what he liked about the junk pile, it was interesting what someone could stumble upon. And he liked this cloak and what the gruesome stains reminded him.
But he wouldn't get too cocky about his own accomplishments, because his mission came first. He wondered if the other slightly-feline looking mech really would come after him. He hoped so.
As well as that speedy-talking blue guy. They both seemed like rather easy targets, though he enjoyed challenges much more, but he would take whatever Primus laid before him.
While he sat and waited, he twirled a random piece of scrap metal between his fingers. It was only a matter of time before someone came.
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His problem was that he didn't really know where Jaguar was, but that didn't stop him from looking everywhere. The advantage to being insanely fast was that he could look everywhere in a very short time. Eventually he decided to trust his instincts check out the junkpile. Everyone went there sometime right?
Zoom zoom zoom, a flash of yellow light weaved its way through the mounds of garbage. As a speedster, Cheetor relied more on strength than agility. This resulted in him simply ploughing through some of his obstacles rather than going around them. He'd like to say that he spotted Jaguar long before he came upon him, but the truth was he very nearly tripped over the cat. Instinctively he tried to avoid kicking Jaguar in the face, which resulted in him tripping over his own feet and stumbling wildly into a junkpile at high speed.
Ah, well this was a good start.
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"Pity, I had hoped this would be more of a challenge," he said rather calmly despite what happened.
And then causally he stepped down from his perch and more out into the open -- as if he were just daring someone to make a move. Which, in a way, he was.
"Unless you have more to show, I shall make this quick."
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"You! I'm bringing you in! You have the right to put it on mute and come quietly... or else I'll use force.
I hope you get put away like the common criminal you are."