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re_alignment_logs2013-03-22 11:11 am
warborn) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-03-22 11:11 am
gotta stay awake
WHO; Dead End, Fortress Maximus, Rung
WHERE; s o m e w h e r e........probably wherever DE & Rung are hanging out.
WHEN; 22nd-23rd
WHAT; Two dogs one dude. All of which are Cybertronians at core.
WARNINGS; Bad dogs?
After this long, Fortress Maximus was starting to get used to things - but that didn't mean he had to like them. On the contrary, he hated this form. How small it was, how weak it was, how defenseless it was...and that was just to start with. Relying on a drone to cross any decent amount of distance was less than ideal.
At least it understood him well enough in this form to 'stay' when he barked at it. Small mercies. Because sometimes he just needed to be /alone/, and, yes, allow the form itself to just...do its thing. That was one point in its favor - it wasn't that hard not to /think/. Again, small mercies.
Right now it'd led him far enough in the Haven where there was enough to catch its olfactory sensors' attention. More than enough. Fortress Maximus, hero of Simanzi, walked with his nose on the ground as he followed a rather...interesting trail.
WHERE; s o m e w h e r e........probably wherever DE & Rung are hanging out.
WHEN; 22nd-23rd
WHAT; Two dogs one dude. All of which are Cybertronians at core.
WARNINGS; Bad dogs?
After this long, Fortress Maximus was starting to get used to things - but that didn't mean he had to like them. On the contrary, he hated this form. How small it was, how weak it was, how defenseless it was...and that was just to start with. Relying on a drone to cross any decent amount of distance was less than ideal.
At least it understood him well enough in this form to 'stay' when he barked at it. Small mercies. Because sometimes he just needed to be /alone/, and, yes, allow the form itself to just...do its thing. That was one point in its favor - it wasn't that hard not to /think/. Again, small mercies.
Right now it'd led him far enough in the Haven where there was enough to catch its olfactory sensors' attention. More than enough. Fortress Maximus, hero of Simanzi, walked with his nose on the ground as he followed a rather...interesting trail.
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Though, with his head half-lowered - he seemed well aware of how welcome he wasn't. At least, by half the party.
"Hrf."
A few feet away, he took a seat. What? He came.
Pretend this icon is human :V
"You're being stubborn now."
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At least until Rung had set him down, that's when it all went bad. Or to Dead End it had gone bad. Rung was reaching out to the bad bot, of all things! He couldn't let anything happen to Rung, even if the therapist couldn't see it, he had to keep him safe from this guy.
The little pomeranian jumped up in Rung's lap, immediately pawing at his arm. Rung, don't do it, it's not safe.
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The hell was it doing?
His ears flattened, mistrust clear, red eyes locked on the darker ball of fur. The darker, rotten-smelling ball of fur.