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re_alignment_logs2013-04-13 09:24 pm
rungout) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-04-13 09:24 pm
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WHO: Closed to Rung and Quickstrike
WHERE: Rung's Office
WHEN: Late eveningish
WHAT: Quickstrike's on a mission and Rung is..well..easy prey.
WARNINGS: Death~
It had been quite the long day.
Rung had actually gotten himself out of his office for the first time in awhile and just gone for a walk. Simple things like that were nice every on every once in awhile and sometimes he just forgot to indulge in such simple pleasures.
Things had been somewhat..tense in a way around Haven as of late, what with the disappearances and the current state of Ultra Magnus, but Rung was trying to keep a sound mind. Someone needed to be thinking clearly in order to help others when it was needed.
And that's what Rung did after all.
Finally making his way back to his office, the therapist sank down into his desk chair, vents cycling softly as his optics dimmed.
He had a lot of files to go back over, some new notes to make but a part of him just wanted to pass on it for now. Actually, what he should be doing was going to Dead End's, like they had discussed previously, but sometimes he just found himself coming back to his office out of habit.
A few notes then he'd go to his companion's room. Just a few.
WHERE: Rung's Office
WHEN: Late eveningish
WHAT: Quickstrike's on a mission and Rung is..well..easy prey.
WARNINGS: Death~
It had been quite the long day.
Rung had actually gotten himself out of his office for the first time in awhile and just gone for a walk. Simple things like that were nice every on every once in awhile and sometimes he just forgot to indulge in such simple pleasures.
Things had been somewhat..tense in a way around Haven as of late, what with the disappearances and the current state of Ultra Magnus, but Rung was trying to keep a sound mind. Someone needed to be thinking clearly in order to help others when it was needed.
And that's what Rung did after all.
Finally making his way back to his office, the therapist sank down into his desk chair, vents cycling softly as his optics dimmed.
He had a lot of files to go back over, some new notes to make but a part of him just wanted to pass on it for now. Actually, what he should be doing was going to Dead End's, like they had discussed previously, but sometimes he just found himself coming back to his office out of habit.
A few notes then he'd go to his companion's room. Just a few.
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"Aww, you're dyin' ain't ya? Here I was a hopin' you'd last just a little bit longer. Guess it's time for me to go!
Just one more thing."
His tail arches, and a green light can be seen in its throat. A second later, a thick beam of light flashes forward and hits Rung squarely in the chest.
"Have fun cookin'!"
The energon-soaked Fuzor laughs and turns to scuttle across the desk before disappearing from sight.
Just wait until Tarn hears about this!