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re_alignment_logs2013-01-03 11:01 pm
dinnerdate) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-01-03 11:01 pm
good idea... bad idea
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 somepower 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...
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
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...
no subject
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.