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re_alignment_logs2013-03-16 11:23 am
namesnotprowl) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-03-16 11:23 am
Meow (Re)Mix
WHO: Barricade and you
WHERE: Solus Prime and Alpha Trion's quadrants, and the Junk Pile
WHEN: Backdated and forward-dated a couple days from now
WHAT: A certain fuzzy feline is getting the lay of the land from a much shorter perspective.
WARNINGS: n/a, will update if necessary
Skids - or the thing that had been Skids - had been chasing him around the Junk Pile until something happened that Barricade just couldn't sort out. Not for a while, anyway, until he was able to get a look at himself. Not human, so...
Wait. Fur? Oh scrap.
[The Junk Pile]
First things first is finding some kind of food, and that means sticking around the Junk Pile for a while. So a little black and white cat might be visible, hopping and skittering gingerly along debris, occasionally tripping and yowling in protest. These legs don't work like any he's used to and there's too many of them and he can't get his tail to hold still to counterbalance. Why are there so many limbs.
[Solus's Quadrant]
Eventually he manages to dig out food that isn't in a can and figures out how to eat it. He even tumbles his way ungracefully out of the Junk Pile in his own FirstForged's quadrant. Good enough for him! He trots along through the area, carefully avoiding the hotter spots until he finds the crystal forest on the border. And then... for no reason he can sort out, up one of the trees he goes. Without any idea of how to get out of it.
[Alpha Trion's Quadrant]
One way or another, he extracts himself and continues on, finally having gotten the hang of his limbs and his ears. At least his senses aren't quite so diminished as when Barricade has been human; there was something comfortable about that. Still, even he gets thirsty, and the easiest place to find water is the lake. Once he gets across the quadrants to the lake, he crouches down and dabs a paw into the water cautiously, jerking it out and shaking it with a meow. Okay, that's not so awesome. Maybe there's some easier way to do it...
WHERE: Solus Prime and Alpha Trion's quadrants, and the Junk Pile
WHEN: Backdated and forward-dated a couple days from now
WHAT: A certain fuzzy feline is getting the lay of the land from a much shorter perspective.
WARNINGS: n/a, will update if necessary
Skids - or the thing that had been Skids - had been chasing him around the Junk Pile until something happened that Barricade just couldn't sort out. Not for a while, anyway, until he was able to get a look at himself. Not human, so...
Wait. Fur? Oh scrap.
[The Junk Pile]
First things first is finding some kind of food, and that means sticking around the Junk Pile for a while. So a little black and white cat might be visible, hopping and skittering gingerly along debris, occasionally tripping and yowling in protest. These legs don't work like any he's used to and there's too many of them and he can't get his tail to hold still to counterbalance. Why are there so many limbs.
[Solus's Quadrant]
Eventually he manages to dig out food that isn't in a can and figures out how to eat it. He even tumbles his way ungracefully out of the Junk Pile in his own FirstForged's quadrant. Good enough for him! He trots along through the area, carefully avoiding the hotter spots until he finds the crystal forest on the border. And then... for no reason he can sort out, up one of the trees he goes. Without any idea of how to get out of it.
[Alpha Trion's Quadrant]
One way or another, he extracts himself and continues on, finally having gotten the hang of his limbs and his ears. At least his senses aren't quite so diminished as when Barricade has been human; there was something comfortable about that. Still, even he gets thirsty, and the easiest place to find water is the lake. Once he gets across the quadrants to the lake, he crouches down and dabs a paw into the water cautiously, jerking it out and shaking it with a meow. Okay, that's not so awesome. Maybe there's some easier way to do it...
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And then he sees the cat down by the pond. He's coming in for a landing because he's all about stray cats.
"Tryin' to sneak out, huh?" Tsk tsk.
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... Wait he knows this VTOL. He's seen him on the network before. He was the one with the luchador battlebots. And thought he was sneaking out of somewhere?
He yowls, the translator for the Link on his collar eventually catching up. "... What?" Where is he supposed to sneaking out of? Aside from 'out of the Junk Pile' because that was a disaster.
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Whirl folds his arms over his chassis. "Don't give me that look. Alpha Trion's gonna flip."
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... Alpha Trion? Why would Alpha Trion flip, he's not one of his Aligned. He meows again, tilting his head and sitting up. What is going on even.
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They can all, though, please forget that last video of him and the terrorpedes and the clocklace. He'd be down with that being, you know, totally not a thing anyone remembers.
Whirl bends down, big claw reaching to scoop up the little stray.
"Listen, not-Splat," Okay so he's not so good at making up names. "The frag you want to split from Alpha Trion for? That cat room he's got's pretty fraggin' sweet."
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He blinks after a couple moments, splaying his whiskers forward. "Cat room?" What's a cat room and should he worry about the fact that he's supposedly supposed to be there?
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Despite it all, Whirl's used to cats, so he's surprisingly gentle. "Don't even pretend you don't know. Awesome cat room. All those scratchy post things and fluffy beds and catnip stuff." Listen to Whirl: you got a good thing going there. Don't mess it up.
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Barricade squirms, just a touch, to get comfortable in Whirl's grip. "Doesn't sound bad. But I'm not normally a cat." Says the cat that was skulking around Alpha Trion's lake. Make of that what you will, Whirl.