re_alignment_logs | [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!

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~~Are you calling Knock Out easy????...you might be right~~.

"It was mean to be one." He's not about to insult Tarn to his face, Knock Out kind of enjoy being alive.

"It is not appropriate? Your rank is higher than mine. But if you insist, then Tarn is it." Someone who's not demanding to be addressed by title, how odd. The speech, however, is not all that new to him. "And you are planning on changing that?"

Atta boy.

"Appropriate or not, we're all comrades here, Knock Out, united under one common faction, aren't we?"

Tarn chuckles. "Would you join me?"

"We are." He already doesn't like the way this conversation is turning out. Knock Out tries to keep a calm attitude, looking around interested.

Do I have an option? He wonders. Instead of saying that, he looks at the other mech with a serious face.

"I am devoted to my Lord Megatron. As much as I would like to join you right now, he assigned me a mission that involves befriending some Autobots and I will follow it even if he's not here anymore. I'm afraid that your intentions might end in conflict with his mission."

"Convenient." He rolls his shoulders.

"Now when you say 'some,' did you mean 'all,' or were there a select lucky few that I should keep an eye out for?"

"Not really, I want to strangle most of them." Knock Out waves a finger, showing a confidence he doesn't really feel."

"I wouldn't be very good at my mission if I told you the details, would I? Megatron wouldn't like that. Besides, let's not talk about me. I'm hardly interesting. You are from Ultra Magnus's world, or I am mistaken?"

“A common response to Autobots,” Tarn says in response to the urge to strangle.

Now for the rest of it...

“And how well would your mission go if your Autobots were to find themselves dead? As for Ultra Magnus, yes, we’re from the same universe.”

"True, but that stupid big oaf of Bulkhead is particularly irritating. And don't get me started on Two Wheels." Knock Out clenches his fist, thinking about Arcee.

"Badly. A few of them know something I need to know. Something that will give Megatron the key to restore Cybertron. The one from my world, that's it."

The Omega lock was gone and any knowledge about the omega keys that the Prime Team could have about was useless by now, but Tarn didn't need to know that. "You never tried to get rid of him?"

"Should he cross my path, he will be dealt with, but the DJD's priority remains traitors."

"Megatron deals with those himself in my world. Dreadwing learned it the hard way." Knock Out scoffs and shakes his head, smiling.

"How can anybody be so foolish? How can anybody forget how great is our cause? They're better of dead then."

He walks closer to a wall, admiring the symbol. Knock Out wants to leave already but that will be too suspicious. "There's a particular traitor I want to deal with myself, but she's not here."

Tarn takes a step after Knock Out. "My door is always open should you have a transgressing Decepticon to report."

"Very generous of you, I will keep that in mind." Knock Out turns and smirks at Tarn. Is not a nice smile but the cynic look is not directed at the bigger Decepticon.

"Her name's Airachnid. She tried to take over Megatron's rightful place as our leader when he was gone fighting Unicron. If she shows up here, though, I want to have a few words with her first." With his drill. And his chainsaw. And with some other interesting tools he has stored.

"Her?"

Also: Unicron?
What.

"Her, yes. She got that sort of frame type." Knock Our raised an eyebrow at Tarn. Why are you making that face, bro?

What face, this is a mask.

"The female type. Autobot?"

Masks can still be pretty expressive. Ask Tailgate.

"'Female' is the sort of word organics would use, just like they call mechs with our frames males. So I guess....yes? Arcee's like that too."

Who's Tailgate? Another 'lady'?

"I know what a female is," it's said calmly but with maybe just a hint of distaste, "I was asking if she's an Autobot."

Because, you know, this 'female' thing seems to be mainly an Autobot affliction.

You know what? Tailgate might be. A Cute nervous lady with huge eyes and prone to panicking.

"Ah, my bad." Knock Out No, took a step away form Tarn, alsmot without noticing. "She's a Decepticon, sir. Was."

"A traitor then. Rest assured, Doctor, she will be dealt with should we cross paths."

"I feel more safe already. Those who do what she did don't deserve mercy." Knock Out looked around him one more time and then back at Tarn. "How were things in your world? You did this sort of job alone?"

"Rest assured, mercy isn't what we're known for."

"The Decepticon Justice Division is mainly composed of myself and four others. While each one of us is a master of our respected craft, together we compliment each other in the preposterously over the top torture we're able to deliver."

"Very true." Knock Out could never forget. Besides, is not like he was vengeful or sadistic himself.

He didn't make a living out of it, but still. "And Lord Megatron gathered you all together or...?"

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

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Oh, here we go again...

Pfff. Tarn needs to meet Arcee

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SORRY. I THOUGHT I'D REPLIED TO THIS ORZ

Don't worry at all! <3

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