[OPEN] D'aw, what a cute little crit--HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT THING??!?

[songofmypeople]

who: The DJD's 'pet' Turbofox AND YOU!
what: Oh you know, just your average robot Eldritch Abomination... that someone has apparently decided was awesome pet material. This is essentially a member of the robot undead (probably!) but it's one of the speedy, vicious ones instead of slow and shambling.
when: After the glyphless event (and like all fauna coming through the lambda, The Pet lacks a glyph).
where: The wee (probably the size of a small elephant) darling is wandering around the junk pile, trailing its leash behind it.
warnings: Half-wild, aggressively savage (giant?) animal that would love to eat your robot soul, but will settle for maulings instead. **Edit: Probably non-aggressive to things without sparks.
Note: Anything goes! Do whatever you want with the creature, just don't kill it, and Tarn is going to need to be able to get it back eventually. It would probably be weird if more than one person took it home too because continuity, so it might end up escaping if more than one person tries this. Also: Permissions Post *If you've said it's okay for Tarn to hurt your folk, that'll cover damage from The Pet too.

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Sure is a lovely day to go dumpster diving, isn't it?

But lo! What noise is that approaching from yonder pile of crap? It kinda sounds like a broken radiator with a quiet gurgling undertone. Weird.

Oh look! The cutest little/big ol' metal head just popped out, and oh man, those are the most adorable pokemon proportions on that robotic animal. It's like a metal eevee or something. And d'aww, is that a leash and chain around its neck? Looks like the baby is someone's pet. Except... wait... something's not right...

Sure the beady glowing eyes and the glowing drool is a little off-putting, and sure the slow slink towards you is maybe a bit unnerving, and the growl that's bubbling up from that mouth full of pointy, pointy teeth and even pointier ... teethy little alien-terror-grabby-extra-mouth-hands isn't the nicest sight, but hey! Maybe it's friendly-whoa, shit, you blinked and now it is way closer! That is one speedy little demon and Ffffffff-- maybe it is time to start tossing things at it?

Or maybe you can placate it with tummy rubs?

... Or maybe you should just be running now...?

Because seriously, while metal certainly doesn't rot, this little guy seems to be giving it its best shot.

Comments

whyy can't i resisstt. also, is there a picture for this thing, anywhere? i'd love to see it.

[pendragon]

Saber has been in the junk pile for a while. She's still searching for something of value to her, and picking up things that can be used in the Rec Center so her efforts aren't for naught, but she's about to give up.

However, Saber is suddenly approached by.. by.. something. It suddenly darts towards her, and rather quickly, at that. She steps back a few times, looking at the creature with obvious uncertainty.

It has a leash. And a chain. It's someone's pet? Well, considering this.. fox is much larger than Saber, and obviously robotic, it would have to be a Cybertronian's pet.

"Are you lost?" Saber suddenly asks. Ravage could speak, so it's easy to assume maybe this critter can, too.

http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Image:The_pet_whos_afraid_of_the_djd.jpg

[songofmypeople]

The Pet circles this small creature its found, a lot like a douchebag predator might circle prey its more interested in playing with, than killing.

By all rights, Saber should be a part of its food chain -- the edible part. She's clearly alive (yum), and she's small enough to be taken down without too much trouble (double yum)! But The Pet's simplistic brain recognises that something is wrong here. Sabre is missing her deliciously crunchy shell, and her chewy spark centre.

What's a vaguely rabid turbofox to do?

It doesn't reply, and the circles its making becomes increasingly tighter, bringing it closer.

[pendragon]

Standing still, the knight gave no signs of fear or unease about the creature. That'd only provoke it, and truth be told, she didn't feel worried. If this creature attacked her, she'd defend herself as was appropriate.. even if it was someone's pet. It'd be unfortunate if she had to put it down, but hopefully the owner would understand.

However, Saber did put out her hand in the very universal pose that someone used when wanting to reach out to offer a hand to pet an animal. Of course, her hand was way below the creature's head, and not above as would have been normal, but..

It was worth a try. If anything, she could attempt to calm down this creature that was frolicking so.

[songofmypeople]

The Pet ignores the gesture. When a mouse reaches out to pat a cat, you'd sort of expect a few things to be lost in translation.

It stops behind the woman, and nostrils flaring, opens up passageways to its most sophisticated suite of chemical receptors. The sudden intake of air's loud, and whips Saber's hair around her face as the creature huffs.

Results are inconclusive, and The Pet thrusts its nose against Saber's back, taking another noisy sniff.

i want to call this a him, or is it strictly an it?*

[pendragon]

Saber remains still as the creature .. sniffs at her? Is it trying to determine if she's prey or predator? That would be a logical step for an.. animal to take.

She turns slowly while it's sniffing her, and puts her hand to the top of the nose in a light gesture; a simple pat of sorts. It's not demeaning, endearing, or anything else since her current demeanor is mostly indifferent. It's just something of a welcoming gesture. Her armored gauntlets protect her hands and some of her arms, but that mouth is big enough to take much more than that into its mouth.

Although Saber displays only confidence, her feet are planted so that she can jump away if need be. She's not ignorant, and knows how to deal with wild animals. This is no animal, but it has the mannerisms of one.

(I have no idea. Gender and this canon have always had a very...'special' relationship) but she may!

[songofmypeople]

...

So far The Pet has established that Saber would be as delectable as a styrofoam block -- which is to say: not at all.

In a last ditch attempt at finding something edible, its mouth opens, and a tongue extends to give the woman one experimental near-fullbody lick.

Mmmmyup, the human is definitely unappetising.

Also congratulations, Saber, you're now coated with glowing alien robot drool. On one hand, that's about as awesome as you'd expect it to be (kinda smells like beryllium). On the other hand, you're absolutely going to be a hit at any rave parties you choose to hit up.


[I'm sorry.]

How interesting. I guess I will stick with it!

[pendragon]

"Charmed," Saber states as she's covered in drool. Was that a hello? A final attempt at finding out if she was edible? She has no idea.

At least, her face and hair were missed by the tongue's attack.

Patting the creature one more time on the nose, this time a bit more dismissively, Saber turns a half-circle away from the creature. Its in her sights, but she's unsure as to what to do with it. Should she try to find the owner? Leave it be and running around the junk pile? She has no idea if its actually dangerous or not.

Looking downwards at the drool dripping off of her armor, she sighs gently.

"Is your owner even here?" she wonders, out loud. She was assuming so far the owner was here, but what's to say they are? It could have just fell through the lambda, like anything else here did.

[songofmypeople]

The Pet blinks its eyes, the glass of one fractured more than the other, and just looks at this thing that is definitely not a snack.

Right.

Okay.

What now?

...

Abruptly it pushes its snout forward, trying to knock Saber over.

[pendragon]

With a few rushed steps, Saber manages to keep her balance and then start to walk in the direction that the creature pushed her.

"I am looking for something," she voiced firmly. She was hoping that the creature would perhaps follow, at least out of its awkward curiosity. "When I am done here, if you could return with me to the Rec Center.."

She paused after she started voicing the thought, thinking about it as she walked over to another large heap. Using her armored gauntlets, she shifted through a bit more of the contents. Mostly, she was looking for food, and what she had originally been looking for was an after-thought.

If she took him to the Rec Center, would it cause havoc? Maybe it was best for someone else to come across it and take care of it? Preferably, a Cybertronian. The junk pile was no stranger to people passing by.

Saber stood up with a few cans in her arms as she looked back to the creature.

The Pet right now: http://img860.imageshack.us/img860/69/dogscience.jpg

[songofmypeople]

The animal followed along, still muzzily trying to figure out what exactly evolutionary behaviour dictated it do with the small woman.

It sat down patiently -- as it had (sort of) been trained to do when Saber started to dig, curious to see what she would unearth. The mounds of trash were so full of different conflicting scents and chemical compositions, that instead of try to parse each individual ingredient in this cocktail of disembodied information -- the Pet just ignored it all.

Perhaps though, the human would find something worthwhile! Maybe even a spark (and/or a robot attached to it. Same difference)!

When Saber finished rummaging and revealed her treasures to be cans of useless produce, the Pet was honestly disappointed. Still, it trotted over, and being a good sport, shoved its giant nose into Saber's armful, probably making things really hard to hold onto.

Because I'm cruel to my characters... XD;;;

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker's bored. Usually, when he's bored, he goes flying. But sometimes, he just . . . rummages the Junkpile. Because who knows what he'll find there.

...this wasn't something he expected.

Optics narrowing, he backs from the . . . creature . . . slowly, bracing to defend himself if it attacks.

What the frag IS this thing, anyway?

This thing bites and scratches if you'll let it. You down?

[songofmypeople]

See, now this was much better than the little organic it had found.

Much better.

The queer gurgling growl gets louder as the 4 grasping claws on either side of its mouth fan open wide. Energon drips from between its fangs, drooling onto the trash at its feet as it picks its way over, body lowering to a more streamline shape as it darts forward.

Kinda figured it went with the territory. ^_~ *is mean to her characters XD*

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker lets out a growl of his own, backpedaling fast as he brings his rifles to bear, firing without hesitation. But footing in the Junkpile can be uncertain at best. And this just isn't the Seeker's day.

With a snarl, he goes down as one foot slides sideways out from under him along with the shifting detritus he'd stepped on.

"STAY BACK!"

He'll try to keep firing but the angle's bad and PIT that thing's fast!

[songofmypeople]

'Stay back,' 'I meant it,' 'Help,' and 'OH PRIMUS I THINK IT'S TRYING TO EAT ME,' are really all about the same to the creature, and yeah, it gets those a lot.

McZombie Paws translation: '~Hey big boy, I'm delicious, and my crunchy exterior is hiding the most yummy chewy interior. You should totally put me in your mouth. Also, good dog turbofox. Who's a good turbofox? YOU are! Yes you are! Yes you are!'

Of course, like any good turbofox, the Pet could only oblige Thundercracker's wishes. Luckily for everyone involved (just the pet, really), Thundercracker was suffering from a bad case of G1 targeting systems and plot-convenient poor aim. This allowed our darling little beast to launch itself down from its garbage-high-ground, to latch onto TC's legs with teeth and claws.

*HEADDESK* Copied the wrong tag - sorry!

[notyourblueangel]

((also - LOL yeah, no one in G1 could hit the broadside of a barn. From the INSIDE. XD))

Thundercracker snarled in pain as the creature's jaw clamped onto the plates of one leg and a claw caught in the knee joint of the other. At least the thing was stationary now? Except the way it was thrashing its head, which also jerked him around badly. Well, FINE. He'll try to put a rifle to its head – repeatedly (since it keeps MOVING and throwing off the barrel) – and fire when he (thinks he) can actually HIT the fragger.

No worries!

[songofmypeople]

(())

It's hard to miss when shooting point blank, even when you're aiming at a sporadic target. The shot goes off and going right through the animal's tail.

On the bright side, there's not that much important circuitry stored in the tail, on the down side, the Pet felt that, and it isn't all that pleased. In fact, allow it to show you exactly how displeased it is by unlocking its jaw to hiss at Thundercracker.

You weren't using that face, were you? Good. Because this turbofox is just going to go ahead and try to climb up the seeker's body with the intention of mauling it.

LOL FEARLESS (or dumb) (or both)

[rednotbluethx]

Once Frenzy got a good look at the creature from a safe distance, he decided to ditch caution in the wind. Ha! Frenzy? Cautious? How silly! He'd seen turbofoxes before (obviously, having kidnapped and accidentally befriended one here), but nothing like... this one. It looked like something that crawled out of a slime pit after a failed experiment. Which was pretty cool, actually.

Frenzy scanned the area quick - something, any-- Aha! He dove into a sinkpit of garbage, only to break the vile surface a minute later. He approached the wild mutant turbofox, holding up a broken, useless curved stick boomawhatever. "Heya, sparky!" he shouted, grinning widely. "C'mere! I gots somethin' fer ya!" A gun, too, if the monster didn't come in peace.

McZombie Paws here is hopping you'll very shortly be option C) Dead

[songofmypeople]

Thundercracker had been too big (also a seeker) and Saber had been much too small (also disgustingly organic). It seemed however, that third time was the charm, and Frenzy here, was just right.

The Pet smiled at the kid. Okay so, it was more like its freaky distending jaw loosened, and the 4 grasping mouth-claws flared open in anticipation as lips pulled back to reveal more teeth...but it could have been a smile, and that's what was important.

Bounding over (at a frighteningly ungodly speed), the animal was all grins as it bowled into the little guy.

I STILL GOT PERMISSION TO BREAK THREE LEGS RIGHT RIGHT

[rednotbluethx]

Okay, so, Frenzy had been hoping to make a friend out of the diseased mutt. Which was really too bad; he would have given it belly rubs, treats, and the occasional partaking of ambushing unsuspecting prey.

However, Frenzy also enjoyed a good fight. The turbofox was huge, but it wasn't his first time dealing with one. Albeit Frank was nice and playful in a whole different way. Nor was it his first time taking on an enemy twice his size. (He prided himself on tackling Optimus Prime once. YEAH!)

Frenzy grunted as he was knocked over, the fox tackling him to the ground. However, his face split into a wicked, amused grin a second later. "Aw, so ya like t'play rough, do ya?" With an excited cackle, Frenzy commenced the wrestling with an attempt to flip the beast over.

Let's make it two

[songofmypeople]

"Grawwrgh," the creature agreed, with a sickly, unnatural wet snarl.

Frenzy's struggles were a little more than the animal had expected from something his size, but the cassetticon wasn't the only robot here that made a point of taking on prey more dangerous than itself.

Unfortunately for Frenzy, the turbofox had four stabilizing points of contact with the ground (two more than tiny tots, here), and planting its hind feet, the Pet bore down on the kid with its forelegs, claws sinking into whatever they could.

'Playfully' it went for a 'play'-bite around Frenzy's midsection, mouth claspers trying to hook around that tiny torso.

Two for the price of one arm! Sweet!

[rednotbluethx]

God, this thing was crazy! Frenzy really liked that. He might even have admired the psychotic zombie-thing, but now was not the time. Too bad it chose to make an enemy instead of a friend. Dumb animal.

Frenzy wrestled with the turbofox for a bit before managing to free one arm. Couldn't reach for his gun, but next best thing-- "Yer droolin' all over me, ya freak!" he shouted, slugging the fox hard, right in its optic.

My favourite deals are when both parties lose

[songofmypeople]

'Dumb animal' wasn't even the half of it.

The Pet reared back, snarling around the tiny body in its jaws as its teeth ground down, biting into, then through armour.

Either the creature didn't understand that what had damaged its eye was currently caught in its mouth and still close enough to do that again, or it simply didn't care.

Caustic drool flowed into the punctures and scratches of Frenzy's plating, and still snarling, the beast shook the cassetticon like a terrier would a rat.

OBVIOUSLY

[rednotbluethx]

Frenzy growled. Yeah, he hurt like Hell, and he was pretty sure there were some lovely puncture wounds in his chassis from the drooling bastard's fangs. Yet, he refused to give up. Like Hell he'd die by mutant turbofox.

Frenzy managed to reach out, fingers clawing at the fox's nearest optic. Not enough to rip it out, but at least enough to break or dislodge. Giving him enough time to possibly free himself then blow this jerk full of holes with his gun.

DON'T PRETEND YOU KNOW ME /sob sob I'M MYSTERIOUS AS ANYTHING, OKAY?!?

[songofmypeople]

On no! Not its eye! It needed that! And let's be honest here, with both eyes already cracked, they hadn't been in the best of shape to begin with before Frenzy took his crack at them.

On the bright side, the turbofox did let go. On the down side? It might not have been the way Frenzy would have wanted. Snapping its head back, the turbofox rid itselt of the cassetticon via tossing him into the air. Not even a full second later, and the animal had jumped to snatch Frenzy up in its jaws again, but this time the little guy was caught by the arm. It was up for debate whether the animal fully understood that what had been dislodging its eye was in fact, back in its mouth and therefore fully within reach of doing it again, or if the beast honestly thought that catching an arm would stop further attempts. Alternatively this had simply been how the little robots fell, or the option; the animal really didn't care, and was working with an entirely different set of mental programming.

Either way, Frenzy was back where he started. Sort of.

ARE YOU A MYSTERY WRAPPED UP IN AN ENIGMA

[rednotbluethx]

GODDAMMIT.

Frenzy cursed loudly. VERY loudly. "You slaggin' no good diseased mongrol li'l scrap-eatin' scum-guzzlin'--!" Seriously, he had only tried to make a friend. Welp, that didn't happen. With Frenzy's gun not at his disposal currently, he decided to use the next best trick.

It might have knocked him for a loop standing so close to the target, but better than being eaten. With a snarl, Frenzy released a sonic blast from his system, right into the fox's face. Most likely knock the beast off, or maybe even deafen him; THAT would be a bonus. At least enough to force the fox to let go of his arm.

But, man, soon after Frenzy was free, he was going to get his gun and put this weird decaying turbofox out of its misery.