HOLY COW

[rednotbluethx]

WHO: Frenzy and OPEN because, dude, you know you want to hang out with this lovable bundle of joy!
WHERE: Oh, around; mostly where the geardeer are gathering.
WHEN: Oh, you know, mostly around the time the geardeer are appearing. Sometime after confronting the pet and then getting some sort of replacement for the ARM HE LOST.
WHAT: Because the deer are said to be big enough for a smaller Cybertronian to ride on - come on, that was obviously an invite. So, Frenzy's totally gotta go check these things out. Plus, you know, PRESENTS!!
WARNINGS: Frenzy being a big dumb, as usual.

Frenzy had been quite excited to find a gift addressed to him in the junkpile. Like, holy COW, man. When he opened it up, he beamed so bright he could give the sun a run for its money. The boombox was just the right size, too, and and and-- Later, later. Because right now, he also had his optic band on the strange geardeer wandering nearby.

Frenzy had strapped the boombox to his back (lightweight enough plus, pfft, he could handle it) and headed in the direction of the geardeer. Not a very stealthy mech, but so far, the deer seemed unaware of his presence. The Cassetticon stayed within a good distance - twenty, thirty feet - hiding behind a pile of junk blanketed in white snow. Watched closely, waited, waited--

Like a rabid cougar, Frenzy pounced, and the geardeer spread in different directions. He quickly targeted the weakest of the link - eh, he could afford to be lenient - and sprung after it. Got close enough and when he thought he had the damn thing - hoof right in the face. A huge crack ran down the length of his visor, suddenly switching everything from colorful to plain black and white.

Dammit.

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[songofmypeople]

Delphi was the planet the DJD called home, and it had been a snowy, cold place. Liege Maximo's quadrant was nice and all, but there really wasn't enough snow to make the scenery alone worth a repeat visit.

However, Tarn had seen the ruckus over the Link about the snowfall under the lambda, and so he'd driven out to have a look for himself. Maybe it was nostalgia, maybe it was loneliness or homesickness, or maybe it was simply curiosity that called him over (it was hard to tell with sociopaths, sometimes) but either way, here was Tarn, watching the ~Frenzy vs. Fauna~
unfolding a little ways away.

Looks like round 1 was already over, and Tarn couldn't decide if what he was seeing was hilarious, or just somewhat sad.

well well well. will you look at all this tl;dr? or should i say, more fitting, TEAL DEER

[rednotbluethx]

Frenzy sat up in the snow, taking a moment to assess the damage. He shook his head, attempting to adjust his vision. For a second, color returned, only to flicker back to black and white. "Fraggin' aft piece-a slag scrap-eatin'..." he growled, standing; swayed once, caught himself. Started bashing his palm into the side of his head, causing his view to flicker in and out with static. Not a good idea, but Frenzy wasn't exactly the smartest Cassette in Soundwave's chest cavity.

"No good gonna kill break apart tear ta shreds make a fraggin' coat--" Frenzy's angry mumbling was cut short when he turned, mouth gaping slightly. In a field of white and soft gray, there was a massive black object standing adjacent of him some distance away. He didn't really know who the Hell it was, but God, they were big, and... Wait. Was their face a Decepticon badge?

"Heeeeeey," the Cassetticon grumbled, pointing, "I know you! Yer dat one guy." Very good. He frowned. "Whatta want? How long you been watchin' me?" He'd go for his gun if the boombox wasn't strapped over it. Decepticon or not, he was in a bad mood and like pfft he could trust his own comrades.

Frenzy you R colourblind you don't know what you're talking about It was red. No wait or was it blue

[songofmypeople]

The spectacle was quickly spiking back into the realm of the hilarious again.

"Yes, I am 'that one guy,' but don't let that interrupt you. You looked like you were in the middle of something." Tarn made a shooing motion with one hand, "Go on."

HAHAHAHAHA GET OUT

[rednotbluethx]

Frenzy snorted. "Don't you shoo me like I'm some sorta bug." He turned to glare in the direction of the geardeer. "An', yea, I was, I'm jus'... lettin' 'em get a head start." And smacked his visor again.

HAHAHAHAHA DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO

[songofmypeople]

"I think I'll do whatever I want." Then he pauses, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice, "When does the head start end?"

I BELIEVE I ALL READY DID HAHAHAHA

[rednotbluethx]

"Yea, well, do whateva ya want somewhere else, scrapface," Frenzy tsked and swished a dismissive hand. He was about ready to just blast Tarn at his comment, but no. No. "Ain't none of yer bidness, but I was goin'." A beat. "Now."

With that, Frenzy whipped around, started into a heavy, quick stride, and-- Clink. "Primus, wat da frag!?" He couldn't see the bit of visor hit the snow, due to the fact everything was suddenly static. "Wat da frag, man!?"

YOU PROBABLY DON'T WANT TO MAKE ME MAKE YOU REGRET IT HAHAHAHAHA

[songofmypeople]

Tarn smiled and let the disposable have a moment to himself and his tantrum. When he was tired of watching the juvenile tiff, he finally moved in.

Heavy footfalls crunched through snow and rubbish as he strode down the trash mound toward what may have very well been a blind, sitting duck, getting louder as he approached.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA wait

[rednotbluethx]

Frenzy had been momentarily distracted by, you know, being blind, but that didn't mean the rest of his senses ceased to exist. When the footfalls became much too loud, much too close, Frenzy instinctively turned in the direction of the descending Decepticon. Hands fists and teeth bared like a wild animal about ready to bite off your face.

"Hey! Back off, creepster!" Frenzy snapped. "I may not be able t'pump ya fulla lasers, but I can wreck yer scrap wit' one Pituva sonic blast if ya try takin' my boombox." It was a sweet boombox. Frenzy could not blame Tarn for wanting it.

HAHAHA that's what I thought

[songofmypeople]

Tarn wasn't worried. If Tiny and Blind here wanted to bite off his face, he'd first have to find it, reach it, and then get past the mask. Face guards were more than just a fashion statement, you know.

Tarn remained silent as he gave the 'boombox' a contemplative look over, only now for the first time considering taking it. But eh, it looked pretty lame, and would clash something horrible with his home décor. Eventually he said, "Of course. By all means, carry on doing what you were doing. Don't let me stop you."

;_____;

[rednotbluethx]

Frenzy waited. Waited for the big guy to try and do somethin' funny. But he didn't, probably because he knew better. "Whatta want then? Ya gonna follow me or somethin'?" He scowled. "I ain't here fer yer entertainment, lugnut! Go cycle air heavily over someone else."

Frenzy turned then. Carefully. Walked very slowly. Tried to not appear, you know, blind as he was. However, not even ten steps later did he catch the edge of his foot on a rock, tripping over with an amusing yelp. The weight of the boombox on his back didn't help any. But Goddammit, the snow hid the rock, so even if he wasn't blind, it wasn't his fault!

Frenzy pushed himself up on his hands, covered in snow and ice, growling. "I'm gonna blow dis place up..." Um, where was he, again?

:D

[songofmypeople]

[*~SILENCE~*]

oh wow i'm gonna punch you

[rednotbluethx]

The creeper was being really quiet, but Frenzy knew he was there. Sensed his thick, oily, and extremely disconcerting EM field. "Ya gettin' yer jollies off, afthead?" Frenzy growled as he pushed himself back to his feet, wiping off the snow.

For a moment, Frenzy focused on using his other senses to lead him in the direct of the geardeer. Picked up their movement not far ahead. Now, if he just kept using sound to guide him-- Tugging the boombox back into place, he darted off, moving as fast as he could with his limitations.

He was going to get one of those damn deers.

My what? Toes?

[songofmypeople]

We've already been over this; Tarn's field tastes like sand and caviar, and is composed of only the classiest rainbows, diamonds, puppies, more rainbows, and blingee.

"That remains to be seen."

Past that, he doesn't say or move anything, simply standing there and waiting for further hilarity to start.

[invisiblepinkboat]

She might have missed the spectacle of Frenzy getting a hoof to his face, but even if she wandered around a snow-covered pile of junk a little later, it wasn't overly hard to figure out something must have happened, given the giant crack down Frenzy's visor, as well as the very wary group of geardeer wandering a bit off, continually looking up to keep their optics on the cassette.

"Didn't you have to get that repaired just a while ago?" Elita stopped, putting down the respectably large... if matchingly pink, rocket launcher she'd been carrying.

Snow wasn't something she'd seen a lot of, so she'd taken herself to the snow-covered piles of junk to experience it close up and personal, and found a package along the way which had been... addressed to her. She'd opened it of course, but the colour of the rocket launcher hadn't really fazed her, given that her missile launcher/EMP scrambler matched her plating as well.

That, however, was due to the fact that the metal they were covered with was the same that gave her her camoflage abilities... which she wasn't sure was the case with this rocket launcher.

[rednotbluethx]

Frenzy had been trying to fix his visor by promptly... smacking it some more. Sure, it wasn't doing anything, but it was better than doing nothing. He feared soon, however, the damage would cause blindness. If only in one optic sensor. Frenzy cursed at himself; he didn't want to go to an Autobot for more repairs. Hated the other medics, too. Maybe Barricade was around...

The Cassetticon went ridged at the new voice. If he wasn't too busy being grumpy, he would have spun around and released a powerful sonic blast. However, he just looked over his shoulder, past the boombox, glowering; Elita registered as a somewhat dark white in his vision.

"What bidness is it of yers, femme?" Frenzy grumbled. But then-- Oh, God! Her rocket launcher! His visor would have lit up if it weren't falling apart. He turned, grinning widely. "Fraggin' Pit! Is dat fer me!?" 'Cause if it wasn't, it soon would be.

[invisiblepinkboat]

Elita just stared, though her hand did tighten slightly on the handle of the rocket launcher despite the fact that...

"Even if you could carry it and if you liked the colour pink, no. It's mine. Not that I know why I had a present addressed to me here..." But now that she had it, Elita didn't feel like just giving it up.

Then she tilted her helm and looked Frenzy over, he did look to be in a rather a right sorry state, really. The cassette really had a lot of misfortune.

"And I suppose it isn't, but you seem to get yourself injured a lot, so why assault the creatures with those facts known?" It seemed a bit... foolhardy.

[rednotbluethx]

"You sayin' I can't carry dat peashooter, femme?" Frenzy sneered, pointing to the rocket launcher. "Hand it over. I'll prove to ya I can hold it juuuuus' fine."

His smile faded almost instantly. "You shoulda seen the damage I dealt them other guys! This ain't nuttin' compared to the scrap I've turned Autobutts into!" He paused then, and realized-- "Wait, whatcha say yer name was, Autobot?"

[invisiblepinkboat]

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Mostly because he was sort of annoying, but she wouldn't hand it over even if he wasn't, unless she could be sure he wouldn't be running off with it, or attempt to shoot her with it.

She smirked slightly at his claim of doing damage to the geardeer; if the same group that he'd assaulted was the one hanging out nearby, they didn't look particularly injured. But she'd be gracious and not point that out.

"If you say so, and I haven't said my name." She looked him over and shook her helm. "You're an alternate of Frenzy." Despite the different colour. "And if you're curious, mine's Elita One."

[rednotbluethx]

"No slag. I swear I heard ya tell me it earlier," Frenzy replied. "Ya said it was Pinkaft Snottybighead."

He smiled, then. "Yeaaaah. Elita. I know who ya are. I ain't never met ya persunully, but a coupla my buddies did." He snapped his fingers. "Back on Cybatron. Ya nearly died protectin' yer dumb boyfriend 'cause he hadda come save yer aft. Too bad ya dinnit bite it, though." Frenzy snickered. "By the way, you still datin' dat boring loser? I ain't seen much of an Optimus around. Thank Primus fer dat. But yer curvy li'l self must be so lonely, huh?"

Was Frenzy hitting on Elita? He tried to keep it vague enough.

[invisiblepinkboat]

That bit of exemplary maturity just got Frenzy a stare, Elita's optics narrowing a little... and definitely so as the cassette continued to talk. At the end of it, she huffed, a short, hot vent of waste air as she subspaced the rocket launcher and folded her arms over her chestplates.

Curves and all.

"You mean my alternate. But thank you, I suppose, since this is the second reality were an alternate of mine apparently know or is involved with Optimus Prime." It was a... strange thought, still, even if she's talked to the one that's here and knows both he and the one from her own reality are... ahem, attractive mechs.

"I've barely even met the Optimus Prime from my own reality, and I've never lacked company, so why would I be lonely?" She shifted stance as she spoke, idly cocking a hip, optics still narrowed. It wasn't really the way Frenzy was speaking that was annoying, but his attitude in general was certainly so.

[rednotbluethx]

Frenzy is the poster boy for maturity, all right, Elita-One?

"Ain'tcha all da same, though? C'mon. Buncha damsels left behind by their boyfriends." He balled fists at his visor like he was crying. "Weh! What will ya ever do why yer luuuvers are at war? Steal slag from Shockwave? Haha, c'mon!" He slapped his knee, and his vision flickered again.

"Well, maybe ya ain't lackin' company, no," Frenzy continued, grinning wickedly and crookedly. It just dripped with sleaze and oil. "But da right company? Dat's what yer missin'. An', hey, my sonic blasts don't just rock Autobots apart, if ya catch my drift, sweetlips."

[invisiblepinkboat]

There's no maturity here except Elita's. Where's your daddy, boy?

Elita just stared for a moment, optics narrow, expression flat. She really was hearing this, wasn't she? Why were so many seemingly hitting on her? She wasn't outstanding or anything, unless her martial arts counted. And maybe her helm. She liked it, even if it sometimes complicated transformation.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I haven't been on Cybertron for a very long time, except briefly a few years ago." She paused, optics narrowing a shade more before a sharp, narrow smile was let through. "And I don't know about the right company, but even if that's true, I doubt you would be able to keep up with me."

Speedwise, that was, but no reason mentioning that, right? And anyway, given Frenzy's altmode, he seemed to be the same as the Frenzy and Rumble where she was from, which meant stationary data storage. Not very impressive engines needed for that.

As she spoke, Elita slowly wandered closer to the group of geardeer still gathered close-by, kneeling down and waiting until one particularly brave individual inched close to nibble the offered fingers.

[rednotbluethx]

Frenzy sneered. "Oh, ya think so, femme?" He placed a hand to his chest, smacked. "I'll have ya know, I've taken out Optimus Prime persunully! Ain't too much t'imagine me takin' out her scrawny pink butt!"

And, what!? Hell, no! Why was the deer being so nice to the dumb female Autobot!? "Back off!" Frenzy snarled and jumped for the deer, pushing Elita aside. "Dis is mine!"

[invisiblepinkboat]

The expression she threw over her shoulder at Frenzy probably revealed everything about what she thought about the probability of that revelation. And then Frenzy went and lunged for the deer, and she had to put down one hand to balance herself, the other snapping out to grab Frenzy at the neck as the geardeer bounced away with a whirring, high-pitched clicking noise.

"Like I said, I'm too fast for you, and if you don't start using my designation, Frenzy, I'm going to start adressing you by 'cassette'." Shaking him slightly before she put him down, Elita gave him an arch stare, ready spring in case the keyed-up little punk Decepticon decided to attack her for manhandling him.

[rednotbluethx]

"Waugh!" Frenzy instinctively flailed his legs, grabbing at the hand around his neck. He went to curse a billion promises of a slow, painful death before he let go. Whipped around to face Elita with a pissed off snarl.

"Dat's it, pinky!" Frenzy snapped, balling his fists. "You an' me! Lez go! I'll break yer pretty li'l frame down t'pieces wit' my sonic blast!" It didn't occur to him that Elita had that rocket launcher. PFFT LIKE HE WAS AFRAID. Nonetheless, he had kept his distance, rocking from one foot to the other. His EM field swirling as it powered up for aforementioned blast.

Except--

"Frag!" Vision winked back to static and he was forced to stop, once more beating at his head and visor until things returned to normal again.