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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.
~~~
[Action] Hehehe
Thankfully, only organic food was on Sari's menu, and was far easier to procure than flighty, escape-prone sentients. Raiding the pantry at the Hub was a nice change of pace from the constant junk pile scavenging she'd come to endure - and far less likely to be gross and smelly than what she often found squashed under rubble. It was a bit of a ride from Nexus' temple, even on her scooter, but she'd be stocked up for the next week or so if she planned it right.
But human-style fuel or not, beneath that organic shell beat the spark of a Cybertronian.
[Action] PREPARE FOR FLIGHT
His senses were telling him that a spark was nearby, but every time he went in pursuit off it he only encountered a human. He knew what humans were--he'd seen them. He remembered them. He wasn't so far gone that he couldn't reason when one was nearby and was definitely not a food source.
It was possible his hunger had simply grown great enough that he considered them to be one.
He didn't know this human, however, and so he started following, noticing the scent growing stronger every time he grew close.
Whether or not this girl could satisfy him, he didn't know...
...but given his recent luck, he was willing to try it.
Enjoy the feeling of being followed.
[Action] I AM PREPARED. AND LATE.
There is definitely something skittering around behind her, but the only people she's seen all day are just...robots. No evil bugs running around.
Still. She drives faster, and is relieved when she pulls up to the kitchens. She grabs the crate strapped on the back of her scooter and heads inside.
[Action] ALL THE TAGS FOR YOU
However, the only thing that had gone inside was the girl, and that made no sense to him. Surely, the scooter was the part with the spark?
However, it did not seem to be.
With that in mind, he floated on, following Sari through the doorway, his tentacles trailing behind him.
[Action] 83 YAY
Back to the entrance, she is oblivious to the approaching danger.