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re_alignment_logs2012-12-26 06:55 pm
rednotbluethx) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-12-26 06:55 pm
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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.
STOP DESCRIBING ME
Frenzy cursed at the sudden weight of the boombox dropping on him. "Sl-- --ful!" he tried to shout. Eh, no use. "Med-- Bar--cade!"