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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"..."

A pause, and then, "Take your time."

Frenzy tried not to, but it did take him another thirty seconds-- "Oh!" He snapped his fingers, grinning. "Right!" He threw his arms into the air. "I'm on the law committee now! You got me on the law committee!"

Frenzy settled a moment later. "Though that blue Autobot and spider-lady say I'm not. Actually, everyone says I'm not." He scowled, folding arms over his chest. "I told 'em t'talk to you. You'd... correct 'em, right?" Eh heh heh heh heh.

"Congratulations." Tarn's tone of voice remained completely neutral. "And if necessary, yes."

"Oh, right! I remember now!" Frenzy laughed, snapping his fingers again. He looked all too excited. "I got ya somethin', Tarn. Guess what it is?" God, this was gonna be so cool. "C'mon, guess. Guess guess guess guess!"

Tarn gives Frenzy a long look.

"I couldn't begin to guess."

No seriously, knowing Frenzy, it could be anything.

This is true. But - oh darn. Tarn, you're no fun sometimes. Frenzy was still too excited to care, though. He dug around in his spare space-- "Taaaa"--produced and held out a rusty old t-cog--"daaaa!"

Frenzy lowered the t-cog, turning it in his fingers, inquisitive look on his face. "It's kinda busted but uh I think it's still got a little juice left innit?"

"Well," Tarn crooned, reaching with one hand for the cog, and for Frenzy with his other, "this is a surprise."

A large paw clapped over Frenzy's shoulder (practically covering his entire upper body in its grasp alone). "Good job."

When the hand came closer, Frenzy couldn't help but flinch, falling immediately tense, and body instinctively summoning the first wave for a sonic blast in self defense. But... when the hand congratulated him and patted him, Frenzy relaxed, grinning widely.

"It weren't no problem," he said, smugly, "I could get twenty t-cogs in one day if I felt like it."

Squatting down without warning, the hand still on Frenzy's shoulder, Tarn said, voice pleasantly melodic, "Could you indeed?"

Oh, um, well... So maybe that enthusiasm died a little. Because for a moment, he'd forgotten just how scary Tarn was. And the idea of, uh... Not keeping his promise...

"Er, well..." Frenzy looked at the hand on his shoulder, his own rubbing the back of his helm until the paint was about ready to come off. "... Y'know. I would, but kinda hard killin' dumb Autobutts an' stuff wit'... wit' the rules an' everything that happened t'me an' all..."

"I didn't think Decepticons were particularly concerned with other people's rules."

"Y-Yeah, true, b-but..." Oh dammit. What a pickle. Frenzy just... carefully... pushes away the hand on his shoulder.

"W-Well, since I got in trouble for killin' that stupid ragdoll you an' me played with"--and he does put very subtle emphasis on 'you', hoping that Tarn remembers that Frenzy took the entire fall for everything--"I'm... well, it won't be easy for me, s'all. 'Cause I totally could kill twenty guys in a second but! I can't do that when I'm in jail or... somethin'..."

Tarn remembers. You had the chance to rat him out -- though little good it would have done you in the end anyway, but you've made your bed. Enjoy lying in it, kiddo.

The hand that had removed the cog from Frenzy's grasp, rolled it around on the pads of his large fingers. "Still, a find like this deserves a reward."

"Is there something you'd like, Frenzy?"

Yeah, well. You're welcome. Sheesh.

But Frenzy is all at once excited--and confused. Because he can't really... think of anything. Then: "Well, I'd like to get my servos 'round that scrawny Autobot headshrink's neck fer taddlin' on me like some punk aft... Autobot." He clenches his fists and oh, no, he hasn't forgotten Rung (which would be a first, right?). "But maybe... Maybe ya got anythin' cool? Like, any weapons ya might have found?"

Because guns are always awesome.

"'Something cool?' Frenzy, I'm in possession of a weapon far more devastating than either of these impressive fusion cannons mounted on my arm and it's nothing you'll be finding in the trash pile any time soon. That said, I do find myself with a surplus of precision rifles."

"Yeah, but, not like you'll give it to me or lemme use it!" Frenzy replied, but then his visor lit up. "Oh? Lemme see lemme see!"

"No, but if you're very good, I might give you a demonstration."

In regards to the guns, Tarn nods. "I've left them in one of the other buildings, come with me and I'll let you have your pick of the lot. Take as many as you'd like."

Frenzy looked a little... confused. "On me?" Because as much as he admires Tarn's strength, he still fears him immensely. And still hates a little as well, the part of his memory that is able to recollect that wonderful Christmas incident.

But, oh well! That apprehension and confusion is gone. "Right!" he said and bounced forward. Frenzy's little feet stomped impatiently. "Let's go let's go let's go!"

And off they went to give Frenzy as many big ol' sniper rifles as he'd want.

And that's the story of how Frenzy got a sawed off sniper rifle. That shot pistachios.

The end.

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

hahaha what happened to my post?

did you write it in an email or doc perhaps

I think that was it, yes

that could be i--OH RIGHT I REMEMBER NOW

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some of those rifles shoot spaghetti tho...

works for him!

I doubt most of them will even fit Frenzy

oh ye of little faith

You're right. There's nothing a lot of lube can't fix