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

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.

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.

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"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.

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.

'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.

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.

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.

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.

The creature's ears went flat, it whined, and boy did that sonic blast work at making it want to remove this negative stimuli from the unique animal experience that made up its life. Teeth crunching down the Pet snapped through Frenzy's shoulder. It was an easier course of action than trying to unhook the many pieces of its jaw.

Instinctively it wobbled back a few steps, still somewhat stunned from the SUDDEN CRAZY NOISE OW ITS EARS, YO.

Frenzy desperately twisted and jerked, trying to break f--

Well, he broke something.

Because while he was free now, he had no arm. The Cassetticon stared at the nub gushing a few splurts of purple energon and... Anger welling inside him, he turned back to the beast, baring his teeth. "Now yer dead!" He'd gathered his gun, fired at the beast, releasing yet another powerful sonic blast shortly after.

The Pet spits at Frenzy, mane ruff splaying wider in aggression. Except, stupid animal that it was, it didn't really understand the threat that a gun actually possessed -- even when being handled by the bite-sized morsel that Frenzy is.

The shot catches it in one front leg, and if it isn't the laser-fire that has it toppling over, it's the second sonic blast. The creature really hates those; it's almost too much for its sensitive robot-animal sensors. Boo hoo.

The Pet smooshes its head into the garbage at its feet in a poor instinctual response to the sonic barrage.

Frenzy couldn't help but cackle victoriously at the fox's expense. "Yea, ya like dat!?" he laughed. Frenzy pointed the gun at the fox's body. "Give me back my arm, ya overgrown scraplet, an' maybe I'll letcha live!" He doubted the fox was smart enough to understand what he was saying, but Frenzy didn't care. He was gonna shoot it again anyway.

Laserfire burned the animal's back flank as it turned and tried to limp away, detached arm still clutches resolutely in its jaws.

"You fragger, I ain't done wit' you!" He pointed the gun and fired, hoping, just hoping, he either got another leg or at least shot the arm out of his jowls. STUPID FOX.

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

Let's make it two

Two for the price of one arm! Sweet!

My favourite deals are when both parties lose

OBVIOUSLY

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

ARE YOU A MYSTERY WRAPPED UP IN AN ENIGMA

+ TIE-DYED IN CONFUSION

GOTTDAAAAAMN

I like to make a statement

I'M GONNA SKIN THIS FOX AND MAKE UNCLE TARN A PRETTY DRESS

Make sure it's purple

he'll have ambulon dye it he knows ambulon's good at that sort of stuff