[OPEN] Come visit DJD Territory! Get a souvenire, a song, a little culture. Escape with your life.

[songofmypeople]

Who: Tarn and/or his (giant) undead demon wolf-beast and You!
What: Choose your own adventure. Put a 1, 2, 3, or 4 in the subject line if you can't think of how you'd like to start things off. No number is also more than perfect!
Where: New DJD Territory [nearly 3 'neighbourhoods' of Prima's abandoned little micro city now belong to THIS guy. He's been redecorating.]
When: Now. [After Rung's death, and after Tarn's been placed on the Defense Committe]
Warnings: Animal abuse / hunting. Will update if things get worse. [PS: Permission Post]

Option 1: A guy's gotta eat right? In this case that 'guy' would be a turbofox. Tarn is either in the midst of feeding his pet live game, or he's helping the wittle cutie-paws play with its prey. This option will probably be gruesome and this machine WAS tested on animals. You're welcome to come check out the death bellow of a geardeer.

Option 2: Decepticon eye for the tasteless guy. Tarn is continuing his redecorating. Sure Prima's half-finished city looks super classy but why not watch Tarn bust down some walls he doesn't need, or admire how lovingly he paints those new Decepticon emblems onto the other walls he will allow to continue existing?

Option 3: Santa's little helpers (Frenzy and Dirge) have been going through the trash for their new boss (because, let's face it, that's a little beneath him) and have found him some of those precision rifles he's been looking for. Also a giant blender, a hot tub, and a chair. Oh god he's so alone. Feel free to find Tarn chilling on a balcony above you, trying out a collection of sniper rifles on for size.

Option 4: You were just going for a walk, minding your own business in this super swanky little golden city when you're found by the cutest little elephant-sized, drooling, undead, wild wolf-monster. It would like to say hello. And if you're a robot, it would like to say hello to your insides.

Other: None of the above, let's rock this improv style!

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[deadlydoctor]

[Here comes the fashion police certain medic that was driving by and wondered what were all those explosions. Against better judgement, he decided to give it a look, of course armed with his stasis prod. The resonance blaster he got during Christmas was hidden somewhere in his arm, Knock Out practiced surgery on himself to add the thing to his tools.]

This sure is something. Not event he Nemesis has all that many insignias in the walls.

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[songofmypeople]

Honey, you're talking to the fashion police police that was no explosion, that was a wall being knocked down by the hottest, pimped out tank this side of the dark side of the moon.

Emerging from the cloud of dust, the tank rolls over the poor, unfortunate pieces of wall still remaining, and knocks them down easily under its treads.

Four mounted cannons swivel in Knock Out's direction.

"Hm?"

AHAHHAHAHAHAHA

[deadlydoctor]

You envy Knock Out's taste, clearly. Jut as loud, if something. Knock Out moves up his arms in a 'I'm unharmed' gesture. Of course is not exaclty true because all his weapons are inside hsi arms, but he doubts Tarn cares either way. If he wants him dead, Knock Out knows he won't survive for long.

"I was just driving by....are you redecorating?"

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[uknowuwantmebaby]

(Crow arrives in the DJD territory by accident, really. The robot found a tiny pistol in the junkpile. Sure, he had no idea if it shot anything at all. With his luck, it could shoot water for all he knew.

But that wasn't important. No, what was important was the giant wolf thing that he seemed to have crossed paths with. The little golden robot sputters, stepping backwards like a madman. First the dead robot, now this.)

Well hey there, little hellbeast...um, sorry, but Peter's in the other forest...

(Just gonna...find some cover now...)

[songofmypeople]

The Pet had met many strange, tiny, sparkless creatures in its time here but more often than not, they were soft and unappetizing.

This treat though... this definitely was made of metal. And now that the sparkeater was capable of feasting on energon, well, time to open the little clam up!

Covering Crow's hasty backtrack in one step (perks of being elephant-size), the creature lowered its huge head and thrust its huge nose at the golden bonbon.

[uknowuwantmebaby]

Woah ever heard of a personal bubble, buddy? Crow T Robot squirms as he gets a giant nose all up in his golden grill.

There's definitely something wrong with this picture, time to get a new agent.

"Okay Lassie, maybe you should lay off the snausages!" Crow's frozen like a bug caught in the windshield.

1 uvu

[rednotbluethx]

Well, this was nothing unusual. Frenzy had actually been looking for Tarn. Now more than ever. He was so happy, in fact, his visor bright, big grin on his face, running like the wind.

"Tarn! Tarn!" Frenzy shouted, running toward the massive Decepticon and his icky pet. He didn't care if the pet got distracted, lost its prey, and went after him. Today his mood was just too good! "Tarn Tarn Tarn Tarn heeeeeeeeeeeey TARN!"

1/2

[songofmypeople]

Imperiously Tarn slowly turned his head when he heard his name called. If he were capable of it, the similarities between the cassette and Kaon would have sent a pang of homesickness through his spark.

As it was...

[rednotbluethx]

[OH HEY SO TARN HE--]

[songofmypeople]

Frenzy got his wish. The terrified geardeer that the Pet had been gnawing on was given some much needed respite as the sparkeater's ears flicked once.

It knew that word. Well, one of them. What the hell was a 'heeeey' anyway?

Its ears flicked again. It also knew that voice; the morsel that'd gotten four fifths away.

Unlocking its primary and secondary jaws, it rounded on Frenzy, smiling that same 'get in my belly' grin as last time.

(And even though you didn't ask, after a few false starts, the geardeer was able to get up, and slowly hobble away. Tarn watched it take a right down the street.)

[rednotbluethx]

[--WELL SON OF A BITCH.]

[Frenzy slows to a halt and kind of steps back a foot or two. Looks at the Pet with both disgust, anger, and a little fear. Yeah, he hasn't forgotten about you either.]

You try anythin', mutt [and out comes the thruster gun] I'll be sure t'take out more than just a li'l of yer face.

yay for option 1

[dirge]

Dirge squirms anxiously, having been forced to watch Tarn help the pet hunt down and kill a geardeer and now stand idly by as the turbofox dug into its dinner.

"Taaaarn~" he whines, tugging on a bit of kibble on the purple tank's shoulder. "When is it my turn? I'm starving!"

Yum yum snack time

[songofmypeople]

"Hm?" Tarn asks, angling his head slightly to look back at the seeker with a handful of his kibble. Completely comfortable with letting Dirge hold onto him, he turns to the bleeding geardeer carcass at their feet.

"Pardon the sight but the Pet's a messy eater," he says, casually watching the creature tear into the other animal, pulling off layers of metal with its mismatched jaws. "Normally not this messy though. You'd think with the ability to drink energon again it would be less wasteful but look at all this runoff." He toes the growing puddle of energon bleeding from the deer. "It must be looking for a treat."

Looking back at Dirge, Tarn asks, voice completely casual, "This whets your appetite?"

[dirge]

Dirge lets go now that he has Tarn's attention, hunching over the carcass like an anxious vulture. His wings pin back and he makes a disapproving face at the Pet.

"Messy is fine. Wasteful is not," he growls, dipping a claw in the offending energon puddle. Watching the creature pull apart its meal had only made him hungrier. And jealous. He slipped the talon into his mouth and sucked it clean. As a being comprised purely of greed, the thought of anything going to waste instead of being his made him irrationally angry.

"Treat?" Now that made him perk up. He looked up at Tarn with obvious interest. "Whet? More like drenched. You'll let me eat the rest, won't you?"

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[heytheresugarbot]

[Quickstrike is just on his way to... somewhere, when he hears the sound of an animal in pain. Naturally he gets drawn to it because he loves the sound of things in pain. It's like music and it always promises fun and entertainment.

Carefully, the Fuzor peers over a rock and spots... Tarn, of all bots. Just the bot he wanted to see! Happily, Quickstrike leaves his hiding place and approaches.]

Well if ain't Tarn! Got some really good news for ya!

He shouldn't be having withdrawal delusions just yet, his Tcog is still good!

[songofmypeople]

Tarn's crouched down beside the heaving body of the robot-elk, energon staining up 'til his elbows, the animal's head in his lap as he inspects its teeth curiously. The geardeer gives a weak kick with one of its back legs, but that's not enough to deter a large (huge really) metal canid from snapping its jaws over the limb.

At the sound of the voice, Tarn looks up
and sees no one.






... There's no one here...








Wut?

[heytheresugarbot]

"Uh, down here pardner!"

Quickstrike waves a claw, trying to get the bigger bot's attention. Helloooo up there!

Gosh Quickstrike is small isn't he.

4 because i can't not.

[place_in_the_sun]

Hinata's out for some training, taking a run, and trying to remember what Naruto would say. wouldn't be afraid in a place like this, at all. Neither would she, then! She'd get stronger and when she got back, she would have something to tell, something even Neji couldn't match.

I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. It sets a nice tempo in her stride as she runs.

Drool isn't acidic, just smells slightly of beryllium

[songofmypeople]

Giant animals aren't so unheard of in Ninja Land, but they usually aren't made of metal. To be quite honest, they usually have a deeper understanding of the universe than the Pet does too, but that probably has something to do with the fact that the canid in question has a brain somewhat corroded by rust and also a zombie-virus.

But hey! There's some things no amount of contagion can suppress, and no matter how whacked out on being undead the Pet got, it was still a turbofox, and girl, lemme tell you, turbofoxes LOVE to run.

So hey there, little organic, the fox noticed you were having a run, and funny thing, but it likes running too, so don't mind if it just romps over to join you, eh? And when we say 'romp' we mean a single pace probably covers the length of three Hinatas. But don't worry! You're not the first human woman its met and totally left alive! (Though you are the first without a protective metal casing, so... let's just see how this goes.)

Kid, you feel that slight vibration in the ground? That's this beast barrelling right atcha', tongue lolling out.

3 (shooting at Saber) or 4 (pet chase!) or.. both? (the sound could attract the pet?)

[pendragon]

Ever since receiving her motorcycle, an hour a day was set to the side for Saber to simply drive around. It was basically her only leisure time she scheduled.

Today's trip had taken her to Prima's, likely because it was the location of the investigation scene, although she wasn't about to get involved with that. It seems like it was well taken care of and the knight was fairly clueless when it came to actually handling a murder like how the police did.

At a high point of the slope that moved outwards from the temple, Saber stopped for a moment to look down the slope. At least this would be a pleasant ride down. With the murder investigation going on, Saber felt somewhat useless at the moment. Both the Law Committee and storehouse were finally up and running, but there wasn't anything going on at the moment to keep the knight busy.

This slope down though..

The motorcycle was turned as the engine was revved. This slope would take her mind off of things for a few moments, for certain.

34 (But not the rule, because that might just make Tarn cry)

[songofmypeople]

The sound of a small engine pinged the turbofox and had it running over from nearly two neighbourhoods away. That's what happens when you sound like a small minibot driving around in a near-deserted city, just waiting to be eaten.

Climbing a large slope, the animal looked down hopefully.

Unfortunately, Saber and her bike were not in fact a delicious treat. Just like last time, the woman hadn't spontaneously grown a spark either.

Bummer. Oh well.

On the bright side the fox knew how to handle the human: She was clearly a toy. She'd been fast last time too, but this time she was really going fast and boy of boy do turbofoxes like going fast.

Bounding down the hill, it barrelled after her, several tons of metal gaining ground with gravity on its side.

[pendragon]

The noise of something approaching immediately caught her attention, her head turning to the side as she narrowed her eyes.

"What.. in the wor-" she started, and then she recognized what it was. It was that pet she had returned to Tarn. She had deduced back then it was dangerous, but Saber wasn't willing to stay around to find out.

Unfortunately, she wasn't going to experience that slope downwards as peacefully as she had hoped. Opening up the throttle, the motorcycle took off at a spectacular pace and Saber made her way downwards. The easiest thing to do would be just to head back to the Haven's Hub, and since that was where she came from, she would have no issues finding her way back.

Given she wasn't too concerned with the Pet and merely wanted to get away, her motorcycle settled into a nice speed of about 100 kilometers.

IDK Surprise me? =3;;; (And if this doesn't work, let me know and I'll edit, I'm cool w whatever)

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker was out flying his usual patrol rounds. Usually, he stayed high, but sometimes he dipped lower to get a closer look or just to strafe and see how close he could get to a building or rocky outcropping without clipping his wings. This morning, the (former in all but name) Decepticon Seeker was even more pensive than usual, spark weighted with recent events.

RNG said option 3

[songofmypeople]

Hey flyboy, did you feel that sharp pain in you _(insert body part here)_?

Yeah, that would be from a high-powered precision rifle bullet.

'Oops.'

That works!

[notyourblueangel]

Startled (and pained!) from his reverie, the blue Eagle banked sharply with the new hole in his left tailfin rudder. "The PIT!?" He swung around in the air currents, returning fire on reflex before he was even looking to see who that was. And then he spotted him.

"Are you trying to get yourself arrested, Tarn!?"