re_alignment_logs | [Junk pile: OPEN]

Who: Blackarachnia, OPEN
Where: The Junk Pile
When: Christmas day, all day
What: Finding her present, and some of the stranger things happening out there.
Warnings: Blackarachnia being herself.

Today was supposed to be some special gift giving day for the organics. Not that Blackarachnia cared at all. In fact the widow would have been content working on one of her many projects and probably would have if she hadn't noticed two things happening over the junk pile. First, the lights from the Lambda. Even to her distracted optics they were hard to miss. Which, lead her into realizing that it was... snowing over there.

Blackarachnia had a few moments of contemplation before she set down the wrench she had been working with and headed out. It wasn't a long trip, and one she had made many times. But, she wasn't expecting to see creatures there! Or snow on Cybertron for that matter. Where in the pit did this come from?

She makes her way over the various obstacles before reaching her own mini outpost hidden amongst the trash. Once she got there, she found a strange present wrapped and waiting for her. So, where did this come from? The gift inside was a nice surprise. She gave the butterfly knife a few flips to get a feel for her new toy before wandering out into the snow covered junk piles.

There were mechanical deer to examine and she was not going to pass that up. And perhaps she would run into something else interesting while she was here.

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Do you know who else didn't care about the festivities? Here's a hint: they don't have any thumbs and lack the mental capacity to understand ideas like 'holidays'. If you guessed this little guy right here, you'd be right.

As for whether it's interesting, well, that's in the eye of the beholder.

So, Blackarachnia, what do you think of this sorry animal slowly limping forward to crouch behind an outcropping of garbage, dragging what is obviously two broken legs, and a mouthful of... well... something with it.

Oh yeah, it's interesting alright. And better yet, injured. Now that, she can deal with especially since she's already wary of the local wildlife. With her experience with Earth's wildlife, its always a good idea to approach with caution.

Which she's doing. With her gun loaded with cyber venom just in case she needed it.

Though, by the looks of the creature, he's not going to be much of a threat. So, what was in its mouth? Blackarachnia moves a little closer to try and get a better look.

"Easy boy. Just what the hell happened to you."

Upon closer inspection, the animal seems to be in much worse shape than originally thought. Now, while metal doesn't exactly rot, the metal of this animal's body seems to be giving it a good try. In places, its pelt has completely deteriorated away, revealing the circuitry underneath.

When it hears Blackarachnia approach and speak to it, its head whips around, ears laying back as it drops what it was carrying in an acidic pile of drool to snarl at her, lips drawing back to reveal teeth and mouth claspers. The Pet is missing one eye, but its other eye doesn't look to be in all that great shape either, given the scratches and cracks that cover it.

And oh, would you look at that. One of the objects coated in regurgitated energon is a missing eyeball. The other is a small, robotic arm.

Her optics just kind of follow the object as it falls into the puddle of energon and acid. Well scrap. Another glance up at the animal bot and now she's not so sure she should help it, or try and put it out of its misery.

"..Well aren't you the cutest thing in the junk pile. So why don't you do me a favor and go lay down and die."

Blackarachnia doubts he understands her, and in the off chance he did, oh well. Without trying to alert the mangled fox, she levels her gun and takes aim. Considering this was a double dose of venom and the thing was already pretty heavily damaged, this part should be easy.

The Pet narrows its one eye -- whether because of suspicion, a facial twitch, or just because its eye is kind of broken, who knows, either way -- it does recognise that command.

Huffing, it very gingerly pulls itself up, and then settles down away. And then it rolls over, mangly feet sort of flopped around uselessly as it stares at her with expectancy.

Well okay, so 'roll over' and 'lay down' weren't really the same thing but ... oh who are we kidding, the DJD are just really terrible at training their pets, okay?

Now that wasn't something she was expecting. Blackarachnia arched an optic ridge a bit before deciding against attempting another command. It was best just to drug the mangy thing and then see what she could do about it.

Her gun trains of its exposed underbelly and fires. Once the arrow hits home, the venom should work immediately. Lets see how it handles a double dose.

No matter how good or bad that turbofox was trained, she wasn't getting near it without it being sedated. Pit, she'll even shoot it again if she has too.

Well the pet sure wasn't expecting that. Unfortunately, Blackarachnia probably wasn't expecting the animal to be a vague member of the undead either, so when it flips over, and woozily starts trying to drag itself closer by its only half-functional broken legs... maybe it is time for a third dose?

[Junk pile: OPEN]

Sorry this is so late. Finally ironed out the animal's damage

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