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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.
~~~
as usual if I misread what Skids did poke me and I'll retag
Which meant maybe Skids was still in there...somewhere.
He staggers as the injured tentacle snaps back away from him, holding his reversed blade in front of him but not attacking.. Yet.
"Skids. You don't need this. You need help."
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"I am not going to hold still fo-aack!"
He is not expecting to end up thrown at Drift by his own flail.
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"I am starving." It is half-way a hiss, and half-way a desperate wail, every instinct pouring need through him with two bring sparks so nearby. "Could...just chew....a little..."
Unable to hold off any longer, he floats towards the pair, the tips of his feet dragging over the ground as his tentacles coil around him.
"Trust?"
It is a trap. He can do this.
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He dodges, instinctively, from Barricade's direction, just in case, but straightens, holding out a hand.
"Skids. Listen. We can get you help. No one wants you to starve."
It's not a trap, at least to Drift.
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... Chew a little?
That is not right at all. He pulls himself up to his feet. "Drift. That's not Skids. Not right now."
That's a monster with Skids face, and that's something Barricade can recognize now, at least. "No one chews 'just a little'. Not when they're hungry." Sorry Skids, but he's got to rotate out a rifle and aim it directly at center mass. First move towards either of them and he's firing and then running.
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"I need sparkss..."
When the rifle comes out, he stops, his attention turning to Barricade, assessing him, aware that he'd not be so easily fooled. "You can get these for me?"
He floats in place, waiting to hear, enough of him present to hold off...
...but not enough of him present to turn his sights back towards Drift. Of the two, this one was the more likely to get close. He was not fleeing--he was just standing there, trying to reason. So open. So trusting.
So hopeful.
Skids zeroed in on his spark, and beckoned. Come closer. Come to him, spark.
Come.
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"Come on, Skids. Let's go to Solus's temple. Someone can have a look at you. And we can find you, uh, something to eat."
Not sparks. Drift has no desire to watch someone vomit their own brains, okay?
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"If all he wants is sparks, I don't know that anyone'll volunteer. Even I'm a bit attached to mine," he mutters under his breath.
But something here is definitely wrong. He's seen things like this before, just... not quite like this. Barricade narrows his optics at Skids.
"Drift, I don't think any of us can fix this right now. This is going to take something strong."
Like a miracle.