Ultra Magnus (
thehardway) wrote in
re_alignment_logs2013-01-17 03:36 pm
stray cat strut
WHO: Ultra Magnus & YOU.
WHERE: Outside, not far from the medbay.
WHEN DUN MATTER, REALLY.
WHAT: Transformed into the body of a cat, UltraCatness Magnus has found himself abruptly being adopted by Vandal. Desperate to try to get someone realize who he really is, he starts to wander outside in hopes in running into someone.
WARNINGS: NONE. STUPID FAT CAT SHENANIGANS.
It is shameful to be like this. Though the consequences are his own; after all, he had "confronted" Alpha Trion quite drunkenly over a minor issue.
After this mess is sorted out somehow, he's going to absolutely swear off high-grade ever again.
Over the course of time, he's found himself in Vandal's care. The only one able to recognize him is his own turbfox, Justice, who sniffs and whines and wags his tail anxiously. Everyone else just assumes that he's a simple feline. Nothing more. It's a bit aggravating, especially with Vandal's ridiculous nicknames for him.
Although he'll admit, he's grown a taste for tuna.
At any rate, he needs this resolved. There must be someone who can recognize him! Operating the Link is too hard with his paws, so he'll have to find someone. With people disappearing and earthquakes happening, he needs to find a way to keep track of everyone.
Thus begins the journey of the overweight cat that was once the Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord and second in command of the Lost Light.
WHERE: Outside, not far from the medbay.
WHEN DUN MATTER, REALLY.
WHAT: Transformed into the body of a cat, Ultra
WARNINGS: NONE. STUPID FAT CAT SHENANIGANS.
It is shameful to be like this. Though the consequences are his own; after all, he had "confronted" Alpha Trion quite drunkenly over a minor issue.
After this mess is sorted out somehow, he's going to absolutely swear off high-grade ever again.
Over the course of time, he's found himself in Vandal's care. The only one able to recognize him is his own turbfox, Justice, who sniffs and whines and wags his tail anxiously. Everyone else just assumes that he's a simple feline. Nothing more. It's a bit aggravating, especially with Vandal's ridiculous nicknames for him.
Although he'll admit, he's grown a taste for tuna.
At any rate, he needs this resolved. There must be someone who can recognize him! Operating the Link is too hard with his paws, so he'll have to find someone. With people disappearing and earthquakes happening, he needs to find a way to keep track of everyone.
Thus begins the journey of the overweight cat that was once the Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord and second in command of the Lost Light.

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Fat kittyyyyyy][You don't have to wander too much, Ultra Catness, Blurr was doing his patrol with Frank by his side when the turbofox spotted the (now) tiny organic.
Yes, he can tell you smell like that big blue mech, but he doesn't quite understand why. Frank starts to yip loudly until he gets Blurr's attention.]
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The cat starts to make his approach towards Frank and Blurr, ears perked up.
"Meow."
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Ey there little one hello hello! DID you get lost? [H moves a hand down, palm up, for the cat to climb it if he wants.]
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A strange yellow scorpion/snake thing appears on top of a rock. Oh what's that? Quickstrike doesn't much care, but it sure as heck looks like something to kill! Excited, Quickstrike jumps off and lands right in front of the cat.
"Well hey there kitty-cat. Lost are ya?"
He grins (as much as his face will allow) and snaps his claws a little. Ready for some fun, Ultra Magnus?
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Frag.
Essentially defenseless, Ultra Magnus hisses at Quickstrike. You're going to make a huge mistake, sir. Surely.
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"Go ahead, run. I dare ya." He really doesn't expect the cat to understand him, but it definitely makes him feel god to taunt it.
Forgive me if I wind up GIGGLING too hard for proper tags. XD;;;
A little irritated? Yep, just a tad. Not that Thundercracker is so much annoyed about the damage itself. As a proud Seeker and long-time war veteran, he's hardly unused to injury. It's just that, too many of the times that he's been attacked here, they weren't even proper battles. And the one that was a proper fight, he can't remember actually getting into.
Urgh. In any case, he'd agreed to go to the medbay for some baseline scans - not a bad idea for everyone, really, especially considering the diverse realities and the unique design elements of those who come from them - in case he's ever slagged so badly, the medics can't just "wing it", so to speak, with him like they've done so far.
Not sure if any residual heat from flying in alt-mode will affect the medics' readings, he's decided to walk to the medbay. He's nearly there when movement outside catches his attention. He's in no real hurry so . . . what the frag. He shifts his course slightly, intent on finding the source of the movement. It looked really tiny, so he crouches down on a knee, optics scanning the area.
So yeah, HI THERE Mr. Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord, have a looming and idly curious Decepticon. Twenty-foot robot must look awfully different from a six-inches-of-the-ground viewpoint.
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"Hi there Mr. Cat... what are you doing here." She asked, crouching down and rubbing her finger tips together in a way that most cat's were attracted to. "Are you hungry, I will share my food with you." She said pulling out a can of sardines that she had found.
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"Well. What are you doing out here?"
The medic stares at the cat, quite unsure what the proper protocol is for dealing with overweight felines. Perhaps if he just stares at it long enough, it will give him a sign.