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re_alignment_logs2013-03-12 09:37 pm
skidaddle) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-03-12 09:37 pm
Dinner Time
Who: Skids and YOU!
What: Sparkeater Skids is roaming the Haven, looking for delicious robots whose souls he can eat.
Where: EVERYWHERE MWAHAHAHAHAH.
When: For a few days before and after this post.
Notes:
Skids is a Sparkeater, and as such is ravenous for the life energy that powers Cybertronians. Most robots that aren't Cybertronian are safe, but if you think your robot has anything close to a spark I'm more than willing to fudge it and have him try to give it a bite.
How does this work?
In canon, the humanoid sparkeater seems to have some method of coaxing a transformer's processor out of their head, which effectively locks them up and releases their spark, so to speak. He then eats it. However, there are other sparkeating turbofoxes which don't have so complicated a ritual and seem to be capable of just getting a spark chamber open and giving it a nom. I'm cool with whatever, so if you'd like your character to go through some spark-chewing trauma but survive intact, just note that when you post!
Skids is still Skids, just species swapped. Therefore, it still looks like him but with a lot more rust, randomly missing panels, and tentacles. Glorious, H.R. Giger tentacles. He's still himself in there, so if you're organic it will be possible to talk to him and even reason with him. If you've got a spark, though, his hunger will overpower his reason and he'll go after it. However, unless you note that you want your spark chewed (or eaten! I'm game for some good old death) then I'll let your character find a way to escape unscathed, possibly via comedic pratfall.
Questions? Just ask on plurk or send me a PM~
~~~
Everything had been hazy, since his race with Blurr. He'd been out setting up some new courses for Shepard to try her driving on and had seen the blue car zipping by. It had sparked an idea in his head.
Somehow, that idea had sparked something else.
His casual desire to chase after the racecar had turned into an intense desire to chase after the racecar, and he'd found new speed welling from within. He'd been able to keep up.
He'd been able to catch up.
He'd been ready to do so much more.
Blurr had been saved from his intense hunger, however, and when Skids tried to think how that had happened his mind became fuzzy. One moment there had been Blurr, and the next moment there wasn't. When there was no more Blurr, his need had shifted, and he'd...smelled?...something else. Something new.
Starving, he'd chased after it, only to be thwarted again. And again. And again.
Everything, now, was chasing, seeking some indefinable satiation that could quell the hunger driving him on. He'd contacted friends. He'd wanted to see them.
He'd wanted to rip them open and feast on their insides. That was simple.
It was everything else that was complex.
~~~
What: Sparkeater Skids is roaming the Haven, looking for delicious robots whose souls he can eat.
Where: EVERYWHERE MWAHAHAHAHAH.
When: For a few days before and after this post.
Notes:
Skids is a Sparkeater, and as such is ravenous for the life energy that powers Cybertronians. Most robots that aren't Cybertronian are safe, but if you think your robot has anything close to a spark I'm more than willing to fudge it and have him try to give it a bite.
How does this work?
In canon, the humanoid sparkeater seems to have some method of coaxing a transformer's processor out of their head, which effectively locks them up and releases their spark, so to speak. He then eats it. However, there are other sparkeating turbofoxes which don't have so complicated a ritual and seem to be capable of just getting a spark chamber open and giving it a nom. I'm cool with whatever, so if you'd like your character to go through some spark-chewing trauma but survive intact, just note that when you post!
Skids is still Skids, just species swapped. Therefore, it still looks like him but with a lot more rust, randomly missing panels, and tentacles. Glorious, H.R. Giger tentacles. He's still himself in there, so if you're organic it will be possible to talk to him and even reason with him. If you've got a spark, though, his hunger will overpower his reason and he'll go after it. However, unless you note that you want your spark chewed (or eaten! I'm game for some good old death) then I'll let your character find a way to escape unscathed, possibly via comedic pratfall.
Questions? Just ask on plurk or send me a PM~
~~~
Everything had been hazy, since his race with Blurr. He'd been out setting up some new courses for Shepard to try her driving on and had seen the blue car zipping by. It had sparked an idea in his head.
Somehow, that idea had sparked something else.
His casual desire to chase after the racecar had turned into an intense desire to chase after the racecar, and he'd found new speed welling from within. He'd been able to keep up.
He'd been able to catch up.
He'd been ready to do so much more.
Blurr had been saved from his intense hunger, however, and when Skids tried to think how that had happened his mind became fuzzy. One moment there had been Blurr, and the next moment there wasn't. When there was no more Blurr, his need had shifted, and he'd...smelled?...something else. Something new.
Starving, he'd chased after it, only to be thwarted again. And again. And again.
Everything, now, was chasing, seeking some indefinable satiation that could quell the hunger driving him on. He'd contacted friends. He'd wanted to see them.
He'd wanted to rip them open and feast on their insides. That was simple.
It was everything else that was complex.
~~~
Its perfect!
Any trail.
So many of them had grown weak or stale as everyone changed. Without a spark close by, he found himself suddenly aware of what he was doing, and how he was thinking, and that some small part of his mind was aware his thinking was wrong.
"Saber..."
He tries to say the name, but it doesn't come out right. Instead, there is raw screeching from a warped-vocalizer, and dull optics that turn to face the human girl.
He recognizes her.
She does not have a spark.
He moves towards her nonetheless, no longer standing still but floating forward suddenly, and stopping just shy, fingers reaching toward.
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Saber couldn't believe in the least that Skids was anything more than half aware of himself.
"Skids? What has happened to you?" she asks, her voice neutral in tone and volume. There was nothing alarming and nothing invoking in any emotion. Saber needs to evaluate him, first. Her first thought should have been to contact the police force, but Saber is used to carrying the law in a different manner. And here, her priority is to find out more about the situation before doing anything about it.
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If this can do nothing...
No.
This is more than nothing.
The sharp tentacle uncoils, laying along the ground towards Saber, and then around her. Skids' feet touch the ground.
He crouches.
Then, he gurgles a low, gravelly growl, synthesized like language. It seems to mean nothing, until Saber's communicator catches it.
"I know you."
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A spark eater. Blurr had said he had become that. And a spark was something imperative to a Cybertronian, she knew. Such a title would.. make one assume that a spark eater was a vile, immoral thing. And the knight did not feel that fit Skids at all.
Perhaps this was something like madness affecting Skids? Saber had experience with that from watching others in it. Rose, too, had recently been affected by something similar when turned into a dragon.
So Saber did what she could and decided to simply talk to him. It would do no harm and possibly even help him.
"I'm Saber. I believe you said my name was interesting. Do you remember?"
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He remembered more than he wanted to remember. He remembered the names of all those whose sparks he'd wanted to eat, and enough about them to send texts in trickery. He remembered who he was supposed to be.
He remembered that this was wrong.
"The hunger is too much."
That was the problem. It urged him, always. Even now it was in the background, and he vibrated almost imperceptibly as he tried to control it, a flake of rust dislodging from his exterior to fall at Saber's feet.
"I need help."
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The knight was hesitant; no longer because of the form before her, but because she knew not what to do in such a delicate situation. The hunger was too much. Surely he was talking about what caused him to attack Blurr..
Skids was dangerous, she understood, but many would consider simply giving him to the Police Force as "helping" him and she was unsure this was the right decision in this case.
With how the Police Force was lately, Saber was unsure if that was ever quite the "correct" choice.
Skids was struggling, the knight could tell, but perhaps he had an actual idea of what helping him would be at the moment.
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Two of his tentacles wrapped around him, tightly, and a single bead of some liquid substance trailed from his mouth. He was in terrible shape, and he could feel it, and every screaming sensation told him that eating would help.
"Dead come back, here...don't they?"
If he could just get one, maybe he could think straight again.
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"I won't kill someone to receive their spark for you. And I don't think you should kill someone, either. You are aware the negatives outweigh the positives?"
Skids knew, hopefully, Saber was not near that type of person. And the knight was sure that he was not, normally. Still, it was best to.. voice her thoughts carefully. Skids was unstable, and she had no.. desire to fight him at the moment.