re_alignment_logs

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: The bar.
WHEN All day.
WHAT: Meet the newest bartender the bar has to offer... Or complain that a vampire is working somewhere so public to other customers.
WARNINGS: None? Dead End?

He'd only been working at the bar for a month and it was already stressful. During that time Rung had been killed and come back, and there were times where he just didn't want to be mixing drinks, he wanted to be keeping an optic on the therapist - just in case. Then there were the times when he was working with Blurr. The one who had hired him and knew nothing about mixing drinks. It was frustrating and made him incredibly nervous considering the Autobot's other job was that of a cop.

How long until the universe decided to torment him again? Probably wouldn't be long really. given his luck.

Thankfully this day he was working by himself, or at least for the time being. He had time to brood inbetween orders and when things were slow, and just worry about all the what ifs and could happens. Able to just lean back behind the bar and prod at an empty cube. Anyone wants a drink and they'll call him, he's sure.

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"You're the Vehicon, you tell me." All of the Vehicons were touchy and skittery compared to other bots. But how would he know the whys when he wasn't one. He was a Stunticon infected by dark energon, that seemed pretty far from 'Vehicon'.

Dead End exvents and allows his wings to droop for a moment, thinking.

"I mean... Just don't come yelling at me that the deal's off later."

It would be typical though.

"That's because everyone is always trying to murder us and most of us don't actually want to die." You would be very touch-and-go too if you had to just assume all the time that someone was out to kill you, including your allies.

Fracas's wings flick and he rubs the back of his neck.

"I wouldn't. That's... not really the kind of thing I do."

Dead End doesn't assume that people are out to kill him back home. He knows people are out to kill him. The Autobots are a given, but due to his diet a good chunk of Decepticons as well. He can relate to Vehicons in that sense at least.

"You know anyone that actually wants to die?" because he didn't.

The bartender nods, although he can't fully believe Fracas is being truthful he can at least give this a shot.

"A couple. If you're looking to get out of a field assignment they'll usually switch with you. We aren't a homogenous collective after all."

He shrugs. Some are just too miserable with their lots in life... or too gung-ho to do anything but fight. Luckily people like Fracas are happy to let them take the high-risk jobs that satisfy their urges. The officers don't generally bother noticing the wrong people are with them.

"You think I'm going to freak out and hit you anyway, don't you?"

"They must leave terrible corpses..." Not at all shiny and well painted, possibly not in one piece. He can't imagine what would possess anyone to want to leave a corpse like that if they could choose.

The Stunticon shrugs, wings flitting a moment as he begins organizing things behind the bar to get his mind off the whole death thing.

"Why wouldn't I? You're still a Vehicon."

Even if he was willing.

"Well, what's that matter? They'll be dead anyway." Fracas isn't overly concerned with how his corpse might look one day. He'd rather live, all told. He looks away himself, staring into the energon for a few moments before taking another drink of it.

"I'm the Vehicon that made a deal because I know what I'm getting into. The rest didn't," he murmurs in response.

"II won't hurt you because know you won't... finish the job. It would upset people."

People like Rung. And the cops.

The bartender shrugs, it doesn't really matter, not when it came down to it. It wasn't him, so no reason to care about what kind of corpse some Vehicon left. It just wasn't the best of thoughts, and-

"Seems like a waste of good power cores."

The corpse thing could potentially happen to him - likely would happen to him, despite his efforts. And all that wasted powerful energy. A shame.

"Right... Even if I could get carried away."

Even if he's been really good at not getting carried away, even when he wants to.

"That's more what I expect from a 'Con ranked higher than me."

He knows about what Vehicons are worth to the Decepticons, really. He expects to be viewed as a resource more than as an individual.

"If you do get carried away I will fight you. But... I don't think you will. You have to have been feeding on someone, and since no one's died yet..."

Fracas would like to think that Dead End can keep that up. Even with someone like him.

Vehicons to Dead End are less of a resource, but still not quite individuals. They're those guys that are part of the team, but no one really seems to care when they just randomly disappear since there's always more to take their place.

"You might not win that you know," he shrugs. Not that he'd be trying to fully finish Fracas, but when he clamps down he doesn't just let go unless he really wants to.

"I've been feeding off of Rung... And you should know why I wouldn't want to kill him."

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