[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!

Comments

Half horror, half tragedy

[songofmypeople]

Probably no helping the pet's optic thingies, given that they're cracked all to hell, and kind of grimy to boot. But A+ for the effort of suggestion!

Eventually the carousel of pain and glowing drool ended, and it ended something like this:
There was a "Bleeeehh," sound, and the pet spat out the non-treat in a slow-mo drop coated in thick animal saliva... at Tarn's feet.

Tarn just looked down, and he looked unimpressed. Well. Probably. Hard to tell with the mask and all.

so every penny marshall movie ever

[uknowuwantmebaby]

And Crow is dropped in an oh-so unidentified fashion, a ball of spit and dents and pain. Oh the pain, the pain. Crow drags himself through the saliva to Tarn's feet, coughing and groaning.

"Bleugh...does this mean I'm a born-again Christian...oh the pain, the pain..."

Oh hey, it's Tarn, "Well hey Dances with Slobbering Hellbeasts."

Hahahah!

[songofmypeople]

Tarn looks down, and then he just keeps looking down further until he sees this small wet thing near one foot.

Abruptly crouching down, the pistons of his joints are so powerful they buffet Crow with a stiff breeze, as X+ tons of heavy metal machinery suddenly displaces.

Funny; up close Tarn isn't so much less threatening as he is just more in your face. And then fingers are in your face too as two large digits delicately close around Crow's body, and the little robot is brought up, up, up some more til he's eye-level.

And my what a big, beautiful, crimson eye it is. They probably make lipstick in this shade.

[uknowuwantmebaby]

Yeah seriously, back it up, boy. Crow nearly loses balance when the giant mech bends down to get a closer look. He could only handle so much.

The robot, as unwise a move it was, leaned in, knocking on the robot's face, "Yoo hoo, Watchtower! Have you heard about the book of Mormon?"

He sighs, "Seriously Tarn, that whole staring thing is a little creepy."

[songofmypeople]

"I have not heard of your book," Tarn says, unfased by the knocking. Maybe it's how the very pathetically small say hello?

There's a pause and then, "You're my head of PR aren't you?" That voice is completely devoid of inflection.

[uknowuwantmebaby]

"It's not mine, it's some guy from Illinois." it's how the Crows say 'back up, you weirdo'.

Crow beams. Did this guy forget people fast or what?

"Yep! And from the looks of it do you need one."

[songofmypeople]

Tarn was never really very good at respecting personal space.

"How lucky for me that I have you then. So, what brings you to DJD territory?"