good idea... bad idea

[dinnerdate]

WHO: Dead End & Cliffjumper
WHERE: Cliffjumper's room.
WHEN Late at night.
WHAT: Dead End is getting urges to drain someone fully - it has been a long long time since he's been able to do that. So. He creepers around and finds his way into CJ's room. CUE MORE CREEPERING AND EXPLOSIONS. BAYSPLOSIONS. BOOM.
WARNINGS: Dead End being a creeper. CJ firing shots into the night. Neighbors probably needing to wear earplugs.


There are times when you really just want to drain someone, no matter how much energy you have or need. Sure he'd just gotten a full power core of his very own to drain when he felt like it. Some kind of present that was likely to just be someone trying to frame him for murder. But it wasn't the same. Sure the energy was just as sweet, just as filling, just as getting to borrow energy from Wheeljack or Rung was. But actually picking a target and draining them dry? There was something special about it.

Something you just couldn't get otherwise.

Perhaps what all the Vehicons would say about him was right. Maybe he was crazy - as much as he hated the word. How else to explain his desire to either rip a power core from another bot's body or simply hook up to one while they rest and drain them. The later, while it would take longer, would be better for him. It would be harder for anyone to trace to him. A living victim that with an end of death. Despite all the he had accessible to him.

Yeah, maybe something was really wrong with him.

But maybe if he just looked, thought about it. Tell himself how bad of an idea it was, while staring at some power cores bots. It was something he could brood about not having afterward. That would be okay.


Finding a room to break into, and one he could do so successfully did take some time, but he finally managed it, crawling through the shadows to a corner. Creeping ever so closer to the bot whose room he'd broken into. Brightly glowing optics the only real hint he was there.

Nothing wrong with this. He'd done this on Decepticon ships before. And the bot did look tasty...

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[cliffjumper]

"Poor shot!? I'll give ya poor shot, you rusting, slag-spewing wreck, when you wake up and have someone fraggin' starin' at you!" Yelling even as he effortlessly jumped the hole in the floor and dodged the now partly destroyed doorway, Cliffjumper wasn't even sure what he'd do if he caught up, or managed to hit the mech.

He was just very, very angry nevermind unsettled as well and Dead End's tone didn't make anything better. At all.

He'd had to put away the cannon as he passed through the door though; given how the frame was looking, there just wasn't that much space even if the room and thus the door was made for someone a lot larger. Give him a moment or two, though and it'd doubtlessly get pulled out again...

[dinnerdate]

"Easily riled then... Not the best thing to be."

Cliffjumper seemed to be following and he knows that means nothing good, back peddling away from the door just a bit.

"Can't we talk?" Like normal mechs, but he'd guess the answer would be no. The little guy didn't seem like much of a talker, unless screaming insults counted as talking.

As far as options went he had few.

Cliffjumper's escape of his own room causes the Stunticon to transform and go speeding down the hall. No. He's not getting caught for this.

[cliffjumper]

"Talk!? Yeah, if you're gonna tell me what you were actually doin' in my--- hey, get back here!" Easily riled, most certainly, and Cliffjumper snarls as Dead End transforms, instinctively and immediately transforming as well.

Probably the only reason why the corridors of Vector Prime's temple gets spared their own craters, because Cliffjumper doesn't have access to any of his weaponry in altmode.

Speeding off after Dead End, Cliffjumper's a bit too concentrated on catching up to yell insults, but he absolutely would if he could get away with it... and better start loosing him in some way, Dead End, unless you want him to catch up and ram you or something.

[dinnerdate]

"Only if you're not going to shoot!" He shouts back as he increases his speed, tires screeching as he swerves to face the wall.

To pretty much anybody that would look like no more than the bright car sure did mess up, but to a Stunticon it's the opening of opportunity.

And opportunity it is as he begins speeding along the wall rather than the floor. Follow that.

[cliffjumper]

Cliffjumper just makes a low-pitched hiss in response to the yell; he might not automatically shoot if they both stopped right now, but it doesn't even matter. He's angry and one way or another he wants Dead End to have to pay for what he did, in some way.

He just has this absolute creeping certainty that if he hadn't woken up, something far worse would've happened than a moment of flashback and onlining to Dead End's face up close to his.

"--- HEY!" Cliffjumper's fast and he can do reasonable tricks... on horizontal surfaces, nothing like that. Snarling angrily, Cliffjumper wouldn't be dissuaded quite yet, but that sort of cheating would make it hard to keep up.

[dinnerdate]

Dead End on the other hand is very much trying to not pay for anything. He didn't even get to do anything, so if this could be passed off as a huge misunderstanding and some overreacting then that would just be wonderful.

He's not expecting that anytime in the near or far future.

His current trick seems to have gotten Cliffjumper's attention, and Dead End amps up his speed again, zooming down the wall. The bot isn't a Stunticon, and it's clear he won't be able to keep up with this kind of driving. All the better for him, and at the very least the shooting has stopped.

"Go back to your room already!"

[cliffjumper]

"GAH!" That is the extent of Cliffjumper's articulation as Dead End gets further away; the corridors aren't hard to navigate, but with the Decepticon on the wall, Cliffjumper can't do such things as catch up and ram him into the wall to stop him, or get past him.

In the end, the red minibot slides to a screeching stop when Dead End's far enough past him it won't really matter, gives the now-empty corridor a glare and then turns around to stomp back to his toom to see what sort of damage he did.

The extent of it would reveal his overreaction, but Cliffjumper couldn't really regret it. He was still unsettled from his slight flashback plus creeped out from having come online to that right next to his faceplates, and who knew what the 'Con would have done if he'd had the chance?

He'd had to give others some sort of warning, though... he couldn't be the only one, and even if he was, he doubted the neon mech wouldn't do it again.