[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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[dirge]

Dirge doesn't have a mane to expand, but he has his own ways of asserting dominance. He hisses and bares his dentals, claws splaying and wings fanning out behind him.

"It's not just the energon I want. I want the whole thing," he growls, honestly considering tackling the Pet.

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[songofmypeople]

Tarn watches Dirge hiss at Kaon's pet, and watches the Pet hiss in return. Well, at least they were getting along.

Quietly, the DJD leader's mental databank reshuffles the 'Dirge' file out of the 'Minion' folder, and into the 'Pets' folder. Congratulation seeker, you've joined the likes of Quickstrike, Frenzy, and the Pet.

[songofmypeople]

"The body?" He pauses to consider this.

"What if I could offer you something better?"

[dirge]

The clone looks up from his display of aggression with a questioning expression. "What do you mean? More geardeer?"

Heee that icon

[songofmypeople]

"Not more deer, no, though this one isn't quite dead yet."

Tarn takes a step closer to the geardeer's prone body. The Pet had stopped its hissing when Dirge had, having been prepared to go back to feasting, but as Tarn approaches, its ears lay back against its head and it hunches down protectively over dinner. Tarn pushes it away with one large foot. Crouching down even further, hackles raised, the turbofox bares its teeth but nonetheless slinks off, agitated. Tarn pays that no attention.

"Do you remember asking me about sparkeaters? Well, the Pet is one of them, and what it's after is... well, I imagine you can guess?" Tarn prompts.

;3

[dirge]

Dirge watches Tarn push away the Pet with obvious glee, glad to have won that little bid for the six-phaser's attentions. It was very different from working for a Megatron, he was finding out, and it was difficult to guess what kind of behavior or skills Tarn wanted from his minions.

The clone's optic brighten at the mention of sparkeaters, his wings perking up in interest. That explained the mess then...

"The spark. Wait...you'll- you'll let me have it?" The whirr of Dirge's internal fans kicking on is loud and awkward in the sudden silence. Megatron had never let him have a spark. Oh, he'd promised him one at some distant time as long as he was loyal and good and...

...and here Tarn was. Offering him one out of the blue. It was a small one and it didn't belong to another Transformer, which meant he couldn't try having it installed in himself. Again. Not that it had gone well the first time.

But there was a bright side to it being too small to use. That meant it was perfect for eating. Dirge's grin is huge and heinously delighted.

[songofmypeople]

“Loyalty is its own compensation of course, but your work for the DJD has been appreciated and I’ve been known to reward those who do good work for me.” Actually, Dirge, you’re the only minion of his right now that reaches past his knee, so, that’s the real scale of perks he’s operating on.

Crouching down at the geardeer’s side, Tarn thrusts his hand into the hole already started by the fox, widening it with a sickening crunch by nature of his larger arm. The deer twitches a bit.

"You'll have to work quickly since it’s fading fast," Tarn says, conversationally, as he gives a yank, and then arm covered in gore, pulls out the animal's small spark casing.

[dirge]

Yes, yes whatever- the only word that gets through Dirge's thick helm is 'reward'. His optics are pinned on Tarn's hand as he presses it into the gear dear, only slightly put off that he didn't get to reach in for it himself.

The clone has to restrain himself from dancing for joy as the purple tank's fist pulls back with a tiny spark casing in his palm. He need not have warned Dirge about quickness- the jet is pouncing on it almost instantly, working claws into the protective shell and levering it open like a particularly juicy clam.

Once its cracked open enough he tilts his head back and shakes the casing over his open mouth, the tiny spark slipping down his throat on a wave of innermost energon. It burns, but its also the most incredible thing he's ever swallowed. The heat and intensity of the energy rakes at the walls of his throat all the way down, tiny electric surges licking at his systems.

Dirge shudders, hissing as his body works to adjust to the extra energy. If it felt this amazing with just a tiny geer dear spark...

"Another.... I want another," he groans, pawing at Tarn's still outstretched arm.

[songofmypeople]

Tarn watches it all, oddly intent, eyes glowing a darker red. "Vos would've liked you."

Then he straightens, taking back his hand, brushing off what gore he can with efficient motions. "Why don't you finish the rest of your meal first?" He inclines his head at the still-warm corpse of the geardeer. "Go ahead, help yourself."

[dirge]

"Who's Vos?" Dirge asks, pouting a little as Tarn withdraws his hand from his grip. He would have helped the tank clean all that gore off...

The disappointment doesn't last though, as he's instantly distracted by Tarn's reminder that the rest of the geerdear is still there.

"Don't mind if I do," he crooned affectionately, crouching beside the corpse. What a generous new boss he had~

Pretty much: no desert until you've eaten your vegetables.

[songofmypeople]

"A colleague of mine," Tarn says simply, taking a step away to give Dirge some room should the seeker need it.

"Go on."

Show him what else you can do, kid.

mooooore

[dirge]

The teal clone isn't listening for Tarn's answer, not now that his full attention is on getting this wonderfully messy meal into his tank. It's a little strange to him that the boss wants to watch though... other mechs usually start running for the hills at this point. Not that it mattered to Dirge, as long as he wasn't going to stop him.

There's nothing particularly magical about the jet's technique, except maybe his rate of consumption. And the ridiculous amount of enjoyment he gets out of tearing limbs off and swallowing them whole. He leaves the head for last, leaning back and balancing it on a claw.

"Please don't eat me, Dirge~" he squeaks, making the mouth flop along with the words.

"Mmm, I'm afraid it's the boss's orders~" The jet laughs and pokes his claws through the optics, popping them out into the palm of his free hand. He then tosses those into his mouth and crunches them down.

OKAY. HERE. More Brussels sprouts and spinach, just for you~

[songofmypeople]

Tarn is many things, but squeamish he is not. In fact, he's the very definition of its opposite.

There's nothing magical about Dirge's devouring, but the consumption rate is impressive, and more than that, it's beginning to look useful.

"Playing with your food?" Tarn chuckles good-naturedly as he comes up behind Dirge, laying a hand on the jet's head.

:9

[dirge]

Dirge cackles and pops his cockpit, dropping the skull inside with a satisfying 'clunk'. The hand on his helm is a welcome physical gesture that has him leaning into it eagerly.

"Well, I didn't get to play with it before it was dead. This was the next best thing," he replies, busy cleaning energon from his claws with his tongue now.

[songofmypeople]

"Watch the antlers," Tarns points out while giving Dirge a nice, firm couple pats on the head.

With a thoughtful air to his voice, he adds, "The local fauna agrees with you, and humour me, but how would a cybertronian fit into that diet of yours?"

[dirge]

One of the antlers is indeed poking against the glass, so Dirge glances down and rearranges it quickly.

"My diet includes anything that will fit into my tank," he replies with a yawn. "...Like that little cassette I've seen running around."

Someone has no idea Frenzy is part of Tarn's little group. Or doesn't care?

[songofmypeople]

"If cassettes are to your taste, I recommend the white 'Ravage' running around. Should you be interested in something a little more filling, however..." He trails off enticingly.

[dirge]

"Do you? I usually get yelled at for talking about that sort of thing," Dirge laughs, patting his midsection.

Tarn's hook is excellently baited for a simpleton like the clone- so its no surprise that he impales himself on it with enthusiasim.

"Oh~ I like the sound of filling... What do you have in mind?"

[songofmypeople]

"We all have our own interest and hobbies. Mine range from an appreciation of the classics to the intimate knowledge of preposterously precise torture."

In the voice of a caring parent, "That's nothing not be ashamed of."

As for that hook: "I was thinking of a few wayward Decepticons who might make for a tasty dish."

[dirge]

"It's nice to meet someone with such an open processor," the jet opines. Maybe this means Tarn won't punish him as much as Megatron and Blackout were prone to. What a caring boss~

The purple tank's suggestion makes him wiggle in excitement. "Point me their way and I'll bring the silverware," he replies, examining his claws.

[songofmypeople]

"Likewise, it is always a pleasure to meet a Decepticon enthusiastic in their work." The phrasing, as always in intentional.

His eyes smile, "Some patience is required, but I'll make a point to call you when I have something worth serving."