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re_alignment_logs2013-04-20 01:51 pm
songofmypeople) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-04-20 01:51 pm
[OPEN] Come visit DJD Territory! Get a souvenire, a song, a little culture. Escape with your life.
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!
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.
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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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!
At the sound of the voice, Tarn looks up
and sees no one.
... There's no one here...
Wut?
no subject
Quickstrike waves a claw, trying to get the bigger bot's attention. Helloooo up there!
Gosh Quickstrike is small isn't he.
no subject
Somewhat at a loss, Tarn looks at the Pet. Did you hear that, little buddy? (Or is he going a little crazier than normal?)
The turbofox's ears twitch, and having better hearing, it releases the leg it's been chewing on to look in Quickstrike's direction. While the the Pet does see the tiny creature and note that yes, it did have a delicious (if not itty bitty) spark, Quickstrike was at the moment too small to bother with. Besides, it would grab desert after the main course. Turning back to the dear, the Pet returned to chewing away happily. The gearbear just moaned. It was a creepy as hell sound.
Following the turbofox's gaze, Tarn dialed up his audial inputs and focused his eyes. Wow, it was a tiny fellow adressing him.
From the video, Tarn had assumed Quickstrive was around the Pet's size. What he got was something more... gnat sized. Still, now it's indisputable that he's looking at you, partner. What're you gonna do now that you've got the attention of the DJD?