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HOLY COW
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.
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.
well well well. will you look at all this tl;dr? or should i say, more fitting, TEAL DEER
"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
"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
HAHAHAHAHA DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO
I BELIEVE I ALL READY DID HAHAHAHA
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
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
"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
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."
;_____;
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
oh wow i'm gonna punch you
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?
"That remains to be seen."
Past that, he doesn't say or move anything, simply standing there and waiting for further hilarity to start.
yes in your toes and i'll send a jolting shock through your system when i do it!
Success! Nabbed one of the little shit's legs! Frenzy held on as it bucked and ran, climbing up onto its back, hands fumbling to grab at its neck. For a minute, he was actually riding the deer, cackling and whooping. No one is really disabled as long as they have cour--
Frenzy gasped as the deer bucked just hard enough to dislodge his hands from his throat. Too much sound at once, couldn't think clearly, and then he was being thrown off its back, into the air. Hitting the ground hard with a loud crunch; fortunately, he landed on his face, so his boombox was okay. Phew!
Frenzy scrambled again, but this time a geardeer ran over him, stomping its metallic hooves into his boombox. NO NO NO NO! And he heard the thick plastic on it snap and oh he prayed it was only superficial.
Another hoof caught the edge of his chin, and Frenzy resorted to lying there. The geardeer had herded off quickly. He could taste energon in the back of his throat; some of it trickled warm from a slice in his bottom lip. God, and he needed to get up, but his head was spinning now and his back hurt.
"F-Frag." Why was the universe so unfair.
Kid, STOP. Check yo'self before you WRECK yo'self. You leave Tarn's systems alone he's not into that
There might've been something a little strange about that laugh. I mean aside from the fact that no robot had a right to sound that good. But there was something about the way the sound traveled... this odd way it seemed to be coming from 3 or more directions at times... Huh. Weird.
It did eventually settle down to a single point of origin though. So maybe that was just the head damage? Never mind.
I'VE BEEN WRECKED ALL READY WHAT DOES IT MATTER
"Knock it off!" Frenzy snarled, pushing into the ground. He needed to unstrap the boombox, but Hell no. Like he'd risk losing it. Grunting, he stood, swayed. "I'm gonna frag you up if ya do--oont!" And fell back on his ass.
YOU DON'T WANT TO GIVE HIM THE OPPORTUNITY TO SHOW YOU HOW IT CAN MATTER
STOP WITH THE SPARKLING YOU'RE NOT A SHITTY VAMPIRE....... OR......
"Fraggin' glitchfaced shit!"
:D ~Surprise~ and then Tarn was the 300 year old virgin who really loved high school?
At the honestly unsurprising lack of finesse in Frenzy's cussing, Tarn toed the seated little guy squarely in the back, (mostly) just to see what would happen.
no i don't want to imagine tarn and the djd sitting at a table in a high school cafeteria
I warned you, bro, I WARNED YOU.
A huge fist wrapped around Frenzy's head, thumb covering the entire damaged optic-band, digging into the broken edges and pressing down even as Frenzy was pulled off Tarn's foot solely by the pressure compressing his skull.
"I don't think you will."
ON TUESDAYS, WE WEAR PURPLE
"L-Lemme down lemmedownlemmedown!" he shrieked, heaving, sounding torn between infuriated and in utter pain. He kicked his legs, grabbed at the hand, dug fingers into armor and tugged and just tried to hold on, pull himself up, hanging slack with all that weight only hurt more and-- "Putmedownputmedowndowndown!"
spoiler: EVERY DAY IS A TUESDAY
Holding Frenzy a good 30 - 40 feet off the ground and in no hurry to finish fooling around, Tarn very slowly increased the pressure around Frenzy's head. Casually his comparatively huge thumb-tip began to bear down over the remains of one of Frenzy's eyes.
"I don't think you know this about me yet," Tarn said, still perfectly casual as he thumb breached the metal, plastic, and glass that were the last defence against keeping the optic-sphere itself protected, "but whether you're a Decepticon or not, I don't appreciate being told what to do."
There was a crunching sound as Tarn's thumb quietly forced the small opening of an eye socket large enough to accommodate his digit. Now, the thing about making space where there is none to give, is that eventually something else has gotta give. In response to a finger too large to fit, Frenzy's one eyeball was slowly pushed further and further back into his skull.
“Another thing,” Tarn said, voice all but pleasant as he helped the back of an eye slowly journey to meet the front of a brain, “the Decepticon Justice Division can't help but see aggression towards its members as counterproductive to the Deception cause. Further retaliation and you'll find yourself on the List. Trust me when I say,” another small push, “this probably isn't something you want.” : )
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME I MADE MY MISTAKES
Struggling violently had proven rather futile; now to go with plan B.
The immense waves of pain kept him from attempting any sort of retaliation. Not that he was going to try. Because, right - plan B. Which was to... play along. Grovel. And God, did he hate it, but surviving sometimes trumped being fearlessly insane. He'd rather live, in fact.
It did take effort. Not only with the pain, no, but... "R-R... Right," Frenzy finally grumbled. The anger was gone, but there was still a flare of agitation. His voice sounded quiet, though, quiet but clear. And for a moment, he almost... Well, this fear was nothing new to him. The only time he ever was this truly, paralyzingly afraid, was when he was around Megatron. Especially when Megatron was in a foul mood. Which was often.
That scared him more. This... psycho shouldn't induce that unique fear from him, but... But he did.
"N-No more fightin', no more yellin', I gotcha," Frenzy swallowed, and his body gave another jolting shiver from the pain. He was trying so hard to not break down. This would have been enough to shock his system into auto-pilot. But his CPU was screaming STOP BEING AN IDIOT AND LISTEN TO THE ASSHOLE as its attempt to keep its host alive.
"Mm'sorry an' all dat, yeah," argh, he hated apologizing, but at least he wasn't apologizing like he would to Megatron, "so's... lemme..." A pause. "Can ya please put... put me down?"
Because he was going to be sick and could taste energon rising in his throat. Wouldn't be very fun to puke all over the crazy guy.
PROBABLY HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THAT LATEST MISTAKE OF YOURS...
"Just put you down?" he repeated, and while at least he was entertaining the idea... that tone of voice didn't sound good. It sounded incredulous, like he didn't trust Frenzy's word, and while, okay, good point, but still, man... that didn't sound good at all...
"And risk you doing something incredibly stupid again?" he asked, giving Frenzy a friendly little shake that rattled his loose optic around a space it really shouldn't have been in. "It's tempting, but I can't say I make it a habit of leaving people alive once I've started with them..." Which wasn't entirely true, but at the same time, true enough.
SAD VIOLIN MUSIC
His teeth about to crack, clenched so tight, Frenzy finally managed to smile. Something big and forced and oooow. "N-Nah, I ain't gonna... gonna try nuttin'." Oh, he would have, if he wasn't so damaged. He'd attack with a sonic blast from a distance before hightailing it, but that was not going to be the case. Blinded and in extreme amount of pain sort of ruined any plans of retaliation.
"W-What says you l-let me down, an'... an' I jus' go on my merry way, huh? Won't ever annoy ya again!" Keep smiling, keep smiling. "Ororor uh um, maybe I can, uh... Maybe w-we can make a deal or sumfin', yea? Like, you let me go annnn' I'll uh... I'll let ya have dat cassette dat came in my uh in my boombox." The cassette didn't matter at all, he'd be happy parting with it. "Or I uh I could--could help ya... wit' sumfin'...?" Really, he was running out of ideas and ow ow ow, he latched onto Tarn's wrist, trying to get some support and leverage.
I think the violin is screaming, actually....
goddammit
The tiniest cries of pain. You're probably playing her wrong
OW YOU FUCK
YOU'RE WELCOME
>=C
U 3U~ I learned that emote from you
WHOA NOT COOL BRO
Actually it's VERY cool. COLD EVEN.
I LIKE OUR SUBJECT TITLE CONVERSATIONS
Me too
OH WELCOME BACK
I NEVER LEFT
YOU WERE STANDING THERE THE ENTIRE TIME
WATCHING AND BREATHING FROM MY MOUTH. HEAVILY
STOP DESCRIBING ME