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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...

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[You got it in one, Barricade. Blurr has never seen a cat so close. He's sure those usually don't talk, abd Blurr figures that maybe the little thing wasn't always a cat.]

Hello. I'm Blurr.

Are you a real cat? [It never hurts to ask, though.]

You're human. [Sharp as a tack, this cat. He cautiously manages to swish his tail a couple times. Okay, so that's how that works. Good to know. As for whether he's a 'real' cat... he is physically here but...]

I'm Barricade.

And you area cat. [Mr. Tact, meet Captain obvious.] I changed when Skids was attacking me _{, I was lucky} trust me.

[Wait.]...Barricade!? Ah, it got you too. Do you need help? You looked angry at the water.

... You too? [Huh. So both of them changed while Skids, who was changed, were attacking them. Clearly, this is Skids' fault.]

Drinking water is harder now. [He much preferred hydrating when he was human. It came in handy cups and glasses, that he could hold.]

[Blurr nods. He's done freaking out over his squishy body but he's still uncomfortable.] Yeah. [Seems legit.]

Do you need help with that? I could_...uh...cup some water in his serv...hands for you.

Maybe it's something he did. [As much as he hates blaming the most direct source of his woes... He might as well.]

Could help. [It couldn't hurt, certainly. And it would be a lot less intimidating than having a whole lake.]

I don't _{think he was} being himself or thinking clearly, I worry about him. [Blurr just can't blame Skid for becoming a monster, even if he scared the shit out of him.]

Okay give me a moment. [He approaches the lake and tries to get some water for Barricade but it's not an easy task, the water keeps dripping between his fingers. Blurr's not used to such small fingers. He manages to bring the cat some, though, and lowers his hands for him to drink.] Ah...there.

I don't think there's much of anyone left t'take him down, besides the FirstForged. [He would have waded into combat again himself, if he could have.]

[Barricade sits and watches until Blurr succeeds, standing up and trying several times to actually drink the water, until he figures out what works. Ah, the tongue. Who knew?] You are a saint.

You are right but I hope no one hurts him. This is not his fault. he looks rather scary, though. [Being almost eating is so not fun.

Blurr smiles and tries to stay still.] Justtryingtohelp. Do you want more?

It's not his fault, but that doesn't make him more himself right now. [He knows how this works. It's the same as Dark Energon. Some people become monsters from this.]

If you don't mind? [If Blurr doesn't mind the whole fuzz and flicking tongue thing anyway.]

No, he's not right. I wish we could find him and lock him somewhere until all this is over. [Blurr never heard of that, do share.]

Not at all. [That tickles, but it's not bothering him. He gets some more water for Cadecat, getting his clothes wet in the process.] Are you hungry too?

You sure he'd stay locked up? He seemed wily t'me. [No no it's hideous and makes zombies.]

[Barricade laps at the water happily.] I've been begging food off other folks, so I'm doing all right. You're all wet.

If we find a proper cell. I wanted to build a stasis pod big enough to contain Overlord but I haven't yet found the ways to make it. I am not a scientist too, makes things kinda hard. [Ew. Then better not.]

I..it tickles. . Saber brought me food and I know we can go to the pantry to get more. If you want it we only have to go to my place. And..eh, yeah...that clothes thing is a pain, those would take hours to dry. Humans need to find a more practical way to cover themselves. [Who needs pants, anyway.]

Stasis? Couldn't imagine being stuck in stasis. Seems a touch awful. [From everything he's heard, anyway.]

Sorry. Promise if I find myself in need, I'll come find you. As for clothes... well. Suppose you could wear a sarong and go bare-chested, if it's that much of an issue. They're just excessively modest about their bodies. [Then again, he's embarrassed of being seen unarmored too.]

It is and I don't really like it but someone frorm Tarn world, I think it was Ambulon or Magnus, told me that he can use his voice as a weapon. The idea of a stasis pod came to me when we were trying to stop Prism, actually. You remember him, right?

[Anything that has to do with being locked is a 'NO' from Blurr, but now he thinks that might be the only way to stop certain people and keep others safe. Their last resort.]

Don't worry. I'm glad to hear that. I owe you one. Ah? A sharon?

I do. I don't know that would stop even Prism, though. He's a tough fellow. And turning off someone's vocal capacity is an easier way of dealing with sonic weapons than trapping them in stasis.

[Or he does things the Decepticon way, where it is easier to rip someone's vocals out.]

A sarong. Sort of a traditional wrapped skirt.

A simpler and less dangerous solution is always better but I don't really know how Tarn's ability works or _{if we would be able to turn off his vocal capacities before} he makes someone explore. He was involved with Frenzy and Four, we still need to figure out what happened and that's why, for now, he's still free to do as he pleases.

[The Decepticon way never an an option.]

It's the first time I hear of that one. Skirts are comfy, though. Why was you here, all alone?

There's always an easy way to deal with vocals, even if Autobots don't approve of it... What happened with Frenzy and Four? This is the first I've heard.

Getting water. I got thirsty and I didn't want to impose on someone else.

I can imagine which one are you talking about. [And the answer is NO.] Four disappeared for a few days, it turns ^{out that either Frenzy or Tarn locked him up and then killed} him. Frenzy actually admitted to Rung that he murdered Four but we are investigating the issue.

This sort of thing is never a bother, Barricade. [Now that you are done drinking, he's going to run his hands over his trousers to dry it and then scratch Barricade's head. He's not sure why he does it, it just feels right.]

Well that was stupid of Frenzy. I oughta swat that idiot for doing that. Of course I don't expect him to know better. [He'd been more firm with his own Frenzy.]

[Barricade pauses, leaning up into Blurr's hand with a purr.] Mm, that's nice. Keep doing that.

He's not particularly smart sometimes. [Or ever.] Such a loose cannon. [Kick him hard from Blurr.]

Heh. You like it? [He's not going to stop then.] Franks does too.

Well, maybe someone can get him sorted out. Wouldn't be the first time I've straightened out a Frenzy. [And this time he'd benefit from not being bound to him, too. Much more leeway.]

Of course I do. [Purr purr purr.] Most animals like it.

How come? You had to deal with a problematic casetticon before? [All the fun of being free.]

Most animals aren't this small. I can hold you. [And put you in his lap so eh can scratch your belly.]

Not a casetticon, but the Frenzy from my world was... a handful. [Which he means in the warmest way possible.]

You'd be surp-prrrrrrrr... [Ooh, belly scratches are wonderful. He wiggles a bit and then leans his head back.]

Maybe being a handful is something that comes with being named Frenzy. [Like all the bad things that come with being named Starscream.] What was his alt mode?

[Who doesn't like a belly rub? Blurr enjoys the purring soudn for some reason. Scratch, scratch, scratch~]

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