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re_alignment_logs2012-12-07 05:29 pm
firstbatch) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-12-07 05:29 pm
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there was only three rules
WHO: Stripe, OPEN
WHERE: Around the junk pile.
WHEN Friday Friday Friday
WHAT: Mayhem in the junk pile! Courtesy of Stripe and his 28 minions.
WARNINGS: Gremlins.
It had been a few days since the small mogwai had found some food, eaten it after midnight as his instincts told him and cocooned up. It had taken over a day for it to hatch and Stripe to emerge in his new green, less than furry form. It had been even longer for the creature to find water in the amount of time he could get when there wasn't much light out.
He'd only found enough water to spawn 30 fellow gremlins, not as many as he wanted, but enough to cause some mayhem. Two of them had already been murdered by their fellows. Stripe does what he wants. Scuttling around the piles of junk looking for weapons, technology, and pretty much anything else they could get their claws on. They needed to kill, kill and have fun doing it.
WHERE: Around the junk pile.
WHEN Friday Friday Friday
WHAT: Mayhem in the junk pile! Courtesy of Stripe and his 28 minions.
WARNINGS: Gremlins.
It had been a few days since the small mogwai had found some food, eaten it after midnight as his instincts told him and cocooned up. It had taken over a day for it to hatch and Stripe to emerge in his new green, less than furry form. It had been even longer for the creature to find water in the amount of time he could get when there wasn't much light out.
He'd only found enough water to spawn 30 fellow gremlins, not as many as he wanted, but enough to cause some mayhem. Two of them had already been murdered by their fellows. Stripe does what he wants. Scuttling around the piles of junk looking for weapons, technology, and pretty much anything else they could get their claws on. They needed to kill, kill and have fun doing it.
[OHOHOHOHO]
Though Frenzy didn't get back to work for long. Because soon he found himself wandering into a frenzy (no pun intended) of creepy, crazy goblins.
"The frag?"
LOL whoo-boy . . . ancient powerful 20+ foot tall mechanoid vs malicious gremlins small enough--
Thundercracker hadn't heard from Four in several days now. Not that he was worried. Or rather, not that he'd ADMIT that he was worried. He'd tried the stitchpunk's room and other places he knew Four to frequent. Failing those, he'd headed to the junk pile.
He didn't want to call to the stitchpunk - that might make people think he was worried. Once in a while, though, he sounds a low whistle, much like the sound of the whistle he gave Four. He's hoping if the stitchpunk's out here, he'll respond.
The Seeker finally finds something small moving over one of the heaps of trash, but quickly realizes it isn't Four.
That realization is quickly followed by the one that it isn't alone, either...