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WHO: Bulkhead, Blurr and YOU
WHERE: Solus's Temple
WHEN: Right now
WHAT: Sneaking out of the mebay our of boredom, getting lost and also lots of metallic mistletoe around.
WARNINGS: Not so sneaky bots doing absurd things and chrismasy moments. And kisses if they get lucky.

[Leaving the medbay unnoticed was not an easy task. Bulk was a bit mech and Ambulon was watching Blurr closely to make sure he got the rest he needed. But they got bored and anxious, knowing that they could be doing better things than just sit on their aft and wait.

Frank was thankfully more than happy to proportionate a distraction. Blurr's turbofx decided to go and chew on one of the medical tools, gaining a frustrated yell from one of the medics. It was their opportunity to flee.]

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hey there~

[dinnerdate]

It wasn't too often Dead End left his temple, but when he did there was only a few places he'd actually go. The junk pile or in this case Solus' temple. Why such a place littered in Autobots? ...Well at a time when he's not rushing his human ghost friend to the medbay? Wheeljack.

If he could catch the white Wrecker then maybe after some awkward talking he could convince the Wrecker to let him have a bit more energy. There was that empty feeling growing inside him again, and he hated that. Constantly starving, and with his current eating schedule never completely full.

A green Wrecker however is not a white one. And much much larger. And he's terrible at sneaking. From what? He has no idea.

Quietly Dead End makes his way up behind the large Autobot keeping enough space between them when he finally speaks up, "Staying quiet is usually a good idea for sneaking around."

This is of course some how before Ratchet's, lol.

[neverputincharge]

Well it's hard to be stealthy when you weren't exactly forged for it. He was keeping an optic out for sneaky doctors. But he still some how misses the mech sneaking up behind him.

"Argh!" He moves to spin around, but he only winds up stumbling backward, catch himself on a wall with an arm. Though the thud wasn't exactly quiet either. He grumbles and pushes off the wall, rubbing his arm. He turns a glare on Dead End. "It's worked before."

of course

[dinnerdate]

Oh he knows how it is, learning to be stealthy, he went through that when his diet changed. A real pain in the aft, but then again he had a serious reason to learn and learn fast.

Real elegant there, big guy.

"In an empty room?" Yeah, no. He doesn't believe that.

[neverputincharge]

Well he probably would be better at it if he was more Dead End's size. Doesn't help that he's nearly twice the size of most bots(and cons) on his world.

Hey, at least he didn't fall on his aft.

"No, the 'con's warship. Even got past Megatron." Okay technically that was helped apparently by Starscream, but he still got past them all and even brought the ship down!

[dinnerdate]

That's probably a problem too.

"Right..." It's not hard to tell he doesn't believe it. Sneaking past Megatron and everyone in the warship? With how Bulkhead was sneaking around now, there was no way the Wrecker managed to do that.

"What are you doing sneaking around anyway?"

Autobot's don't sneak. Not in this place, in a temple that's filled with them.

[neverputincharge]

It totally happened! Ask Megatron sometime.

"....tryin' to escape the docs." Don't laugh at him, it's true. "Makin' sure they aint gonna find me." Yeah, that's going so well.


"...you haven't seen any have ya?"

[dinnerdate]

"You're running away from medics?" That earns an odd look from the Decepticon. Why would an Autobot be trying to hide from medics when all of them were Autobots as well. It made no sense, weren't they all friends or something?

"What, they trying to kill you or something? Since when does an Autobot run from medics?"

Bulkhead you are acting strange and he barely even knows you.

[neverputincharge]

"Tryin' to kill me with boredom maybe." What? I makes perfect sense to him. "Been stuck in that bay fer over a week. Nothin' to do but sit or lay around." He waves a servo though. "Just need ta get out and 'get some air', I'll go back eventually."

He's eying you, though, Dead End. "Don't tell me ya never been stuck in a medical bay fer days on end."

[dinnerdate]

That was it? He was just bored and didn't want to go back to the medbay an escaped paitient. Kind of like when Whirl was stuck in jail and wanted death.

He doesn't get this hatred of boredom.

"No, I'm lucky if I get to go to a medbay at all... So, ever decide if you're up for helping me?"

Might as well ask while he's face to face with the Wrecker.

[neverputincharge]

He's used to being down for a day or two then back out on the field. Not days or weeks of being down. Hard to get rid of something you've done for centuries.

"Ah, right." He wouldn't know what it's like then. His optics narrow a little at the question though.

Right. That.

"When I said that...I wasn't expecting this. I don't want to die just help a diet."

[dinnerdate]

Change isn't always a bad thing, not that he'd know considering what change did to him. But boredom somehow doesn't seem nearly as bad as starving to death, and he was always fighting with that.

"Never said you'd die. Who said your die?"

Dead End tilts his head, taking a step towards the Wrecker.

"What are you planning to do now that you've escaped?"

[neverputincharge]

Seriously Deads, you always lived an exciting life?

"No, you said I wouldn't, but ya could be just tryin' to get me to drop my guard." It's that last bit of distrust.

He glances away, though, looking around.

"Uh, got out with Blurr's help, but I lost him somewhere. Gonna see if I can find him and go from there."

[dinnerdate]

Oh yeah, always.

"I'm pretty sure you could scrap me in a second if I tried. I'm doomed enough as it is, I wouldn't be stupid enough to try and kill you."

Especially since death by Bulkhead would not leave a nice looking corpse. He doubts the Wrecker would or could kill him without scratching or denting him.

"So... All of you Autobots are escaping from the medbay now?"

How is boredom that bad?

[neverputincharge]

"No, just me and Blurr." Far as he knows anyway. He's still looking for the much smaller bot. But he's having no luck. He eventually looks back to Dead End.

"Yeah..." Why does he have the feeling he's going to regret this? But nobody should starve to death when help is available.

"...guess I could help with whatever this diet is. But if you try killin' me or anything funny I'm hittin' you."

Or worse.

[dinnerdate]

Being hit would be nothing new, it certainly happened enough to him that he doesn't even say anything.

"Define funny."

Because funny could very well describe how he drains other bots, at least in the optics of an Autobot.

[neverputincharge]

Okay, now you're just making his suspicious.

"Tryin' to get my guard down just to attack. Try leadin' me into a trap. The usual." To him anyway.

"Why?"

[dinnerdate]

Right, the normal Autobots hate Decepticon things.

"And what about mild pain? Not intentional of course, but just an unfortunate side effect?" And by mild he means not mild at all.

Dead End shuffles awkwardly in place, trying to think of the best way to word this. It's hard enough getting bots to agree.

"The way my diet works is just... Really weird alright."

[neverputincharge]

"...I'm startin' ta notice." He relaxes slightly at the awkward shifting. He's getting some idea of what this diet is though, it's only a guess.

"I can deal with pain. Mild wouldn't be nothin'." Or so he thinks, not the first time he's had painful injuries. He turns, walking closer to Dead End.

"Anything else ya want to tell me?"

[dinnerdate]

"Uh..."

Well just how much does the other mech really need to know. A decent amount, sure, if he wants to chomp down on that power core without getting punched or worse. But things were going pretty good.

Could he maybe skip some of the finer details?

"We need to be out of the way... Where we won't get interrupted. And uh... You're not a fan of having a shiny power core right?"

A big delicious power core to match that size of his. His mouth would be watering if it could.

[neverputincharge]

So that was it.

"Power core?!" Yep, there's a protest over that, how could there not be one? He halts his approach, one servo going up, almost protectively.

"Ya say I won't die, yet you want my power core? Without that I will die."

[dinnerdate]

"I'm not going to cut off your arms, leave you defenseless and then slice you open, just to rip out your power core."

Come on, he doesn't do that stuff... When he's asking to borrow power.

Dead End frowns, fangs clamped together in a depressed little look. He's not going to get anything from this Wrecker. No, that's a lie. He'll get shot and likely stamped on, leaving a less than attractive corpse for the world to see. He'll get Bulkhead telling everyone just what his diet was and he'll be treated horribly by everyone - nothing really new there. Maybe he'll even become some twisted game, where they take turns beating him up, just to laugh when he has to fix his paint job and buff out the dents.

Yes. That's what he'd get.

"I'm not taking it out, I'll just be borrowing some of your energy... I don't bite that hard."

[neverputincharge]

"...now I see why you were reluctant to tell about it." He lowers his servo again. If he wanted the core that bad, he could've just taken him out when he snuck up behind him, right?

"I...guess I could." He might be considering it. "But how much is some?

[dinnerdate]

Dead End would grin if he were the type, hearing that he will in fact, be allowed to borrow some energy from the larger mech.

"Not all of it," he states, wings perking up at the thought. Bulkhead was big, he could probably get a lot more out of him than he could with Wheeljack. He just had to be careful. He doubted Bulkhead would be as gentle when it came to pushing him off - if it came to that. And it probably would.

"You don't have anything to worry about."

Except scars and dying.