Dinner Time

[skidaddle]

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~

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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.


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[skidaddle]

In the same way that two predators can co-exist when they rely on different prey, Skids barely registered Frenzy at first. He did not possess a spark, and was not trying to appeal to the small fraction of Skid's own personality that survived the gnawing hunger.

The animalistic chirp, however, resonated with some other part of him that was entirely instinct. Was this a threat? Was this a means to more food?

Neither were true.

It simply was, and Skids found himself able to think on it more because of this, approaching to inspect it more. His tentacles curled around him, and the tips of his feet dragged on the ground as he floated forward, but he knew he had seen nothing like this before.

[rednotbluethx]

Frenzilla was very careful to move in, meeting the sparkeater half-way. There was still that nagging desire to play with it. A part of him that just wanted a friend - and a friend that was really wicked. Though, he was still apprehensive; nostrils flaring, releasing curls of blue smoke.

Frenzilla titled his head, yellow-red eyes blinking, first pair of eyelids then the second. Skids didn't register entirely as friendly, however - a part of Frenzy knew he was one of... them. Not sure what "them" meant, but he knew they were bad and needed to be violently torn apart.

Frenzilla chirped again, gave his tail a thrash. He then blasted atomic fire at the ground - away from the sparkeater. Looked up. So, show me what you got.

Friend or foe, either way, this would be fun.

[skidaddle]

At the blast of fire, Skids reacted. His encounters thus far had not been friendly to his tentacles, and more than one of them were still raw with the remnants of explosions, and blade-cuts. His speed was his ally this time--the edges of him blurring, leaving a trail of tentacles that flared as he came to a stop on the other side of Frenzy.

He screeched, admonishing the other's challenge...

Until he realized where the fire had been aiming.

The screech calmed, turning into a low chuckle, and one tentacle whipped out towards Frenzy, stopping just shy of his throat--and scritching him there, underneath.

[rednotbluethx]

There was still this "vibe" to Skids that Frenzilla didn't like. But, man - look at those wicked tentacles! And, well, sort of hard to want to maim someone when they're giving you such delightful skritches.

Frenzilla gave a deep rumble-purr in his throat, head tilting back. Even his little tail thumped happily. But, yes, back to business - Frenzilla drew away, and carefully moved aside, as if assessing the sparkeater. Such a... weird design. If he could speak, he'd ask you what those tentacles were for. But, you know, he just finds himself biting at them out of reach.

[skidaddle]

Something about this was not bad. There was a camaraderie to it that he missed--that he'd been unable to obtain while wandering listlessly searching for the sparks of the living to feast on. It had been lonely, and frustrating.

Though he hisses again when the tentacles are snapped at, it does give him a simple idea. Suddenly, more tentacles are dangled, providing a distraction...

At least, until one anchors itself on a chunk of rubble.

Then, a new thought forms.

A moment later, he lobs the rubble off into the distance, a powerful throw. Interested in a game of fetch, Frenzy?

[rednotbluethx]

Usually Frenzilla would prefer playing something a little more... rough. Violent. Bloody. But, well, man. When you've been alone for so long and most everyone wants you dead, sometimes it's nice to have a willing playmate.

Frenzilla darts off after the rubble, moving fast on his reptilian feet. He brings it back a minute later, the rubble big in his mouth. Except, he bites it in half, spits out the remains.

And, as always, he's got to show off. Before we do this, man, check this-- Frenzilla nudges nose against one piece, moves it away. Recoils his head then blasts it with atomic fire. You see that? You see that? Praise him, he's so awesome.

[skidaddle]

Oh, Skids is very impressed. He'll poke at the molten slag with one of his tentacles, testing the heat and not minding if it peels his already peeling paint. It dips in, slowly, and then trails out, leaving a few drips behind that he smears on a nearby rock...and then whips out, quickly, slicing the rock in two with the razor edge of the tentacle.

Then, he takes the smaller chunk and throws it again.

If you return with this one, you're getting all four tentacles worth of scritches.

[rednotbluethx]

Yay! Not that Frenzilla needs Skids's approval, but yay nonetheless!

However, with that neat rock and tentacle trick, Frenzilla gives a short, sharp cry. It's "wow cool!" in his speak. That was pretty damn neat! He looked back at his tail, gave it a wiggle. Pretty sure he could do that, too, buuut... Then the rock was flying, and Frenzilla was all too eager to catch it.

In fact, caught it in his mouth before it could hit the ground. SCORE! He ran back on all fours this time before spitting the rock at Skids's feet. Okay, give him something cool or do another trick!