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robothell2015-04-01 08:34 pm
sparkwhisperer) wrote in robothell2015-04-01 08:34 pm
So Tarn walks into a Bar...
Who: Tarn and You
Where: the NEW Maccadams Old Oil House
When: right now
What: Tarn tries to make some new friends
Warnings: None :0
It has been weeks since Tarn’s fight with Megatron and he has kept himself as scarce as possible, nursing his wounds, and even more recently, his broken pride. Spending his days mostly alone has begun to wear heavily upon him, too ashamed by his recent fall from the Decepticons to face most of the mechs in the base.
The bare patch on his chassis still jars him when he glances down at it.
Still, he can’t help but think about what Sixshot told him. He can’t hide forever, and the longer he waits the more the Autobots will think that they have won. A change of tactics does seem to be in order.
Tarn has wandered from the base still wearing his scars from the battle and hobbled by a slight limp; but otherwise at nearly full strength. Heading deep into the city, the DJD Commander begins his search for any flicker of civilization in the vast, crumbling, nearly desolate city. He wants to be seen. To let it be known that he is done hiding and won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. They will be forced to face him whether they want to or not.
Before long he stumbles upon a small establishment, clearly Autobot owned. Maccadams, it seems, has made it to even this Cybertron. He isn’t surprised; though as he approaches the door he does note a small sign clearly stating ‘No Tarns’ in bold lettering. A Deep booming guffaw rips from him before he quickly tamps it down, muffling his chuckling by clearing his throat. Tarn straightens his back, lifting his head and purposefully ignores the sign. The former Decepticon pushes the door open and steps confidently into the dim lighting of the bar.
This can only go well.
Where: the NEW Maccadams Old Oil House
When: right now
What: Tarn tries to make some new friends
Warnings: None :0
It has been weeks since Tarn’s fight with Megatron and he has kept himself as scarce as possible, nursing his wounds, and even more recently, his broken pride. Spending his days mostly alone has begun to wear heavily upon him, too ashamed by his recent fall from the Decepticons to face most of the mechs in the base.
The bare patch on his chassis still jars him when he glances down at it.
Still, he can’t help but think about what Sixshot told him. He can’t hide forever, and the longer he waits the more the Autobots will think that they have won. A change of tactics does seem to be in order.
Tarn has wandered from the base still wearing his scars from the battle and hobbled by a slight limp; but otherwise at nearly full strength. Heading deep into the city, the DJD Commander begins his search for any flicker of civilization in the vast, crumbling, nearly desolate city. He wants to be seen. To let it be known that he is done hiding and won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. They will be forced to face him whether they want to or not.
Before long he stumbles upon a small establishment, clearly Autobot owned. Maccadams, it seems, has made it to even this Cybertron. He isn’t surprised; though as he approaches the door he does note a small sign clearly stating ‘No Tarns’ in bold lettering. A Deep booming guffaw rips from him before he quickly tamps it down, muffling his chuckling by clearing his throat. Tarn straightens his back, lifting his head and purposefully ignores the sign. The former Decepticon pushes the door open and steps confidently into the dim lighting of the bar.
This can only go well.
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And if they are already overcharged he has plausible deniability. It's a win-win.
Unfortunately for him, he notices Tarn wander in and how can he ignore that? Of course the guy is rather huge and harassing him is no doubt a stupid idea, but this is Starscream so clearly he has to do it.
He meanders over and gives Tarn a look before speaking what will probably be one of the dumbest things he will ever state in his life: "Ya know, if really wanted to be that much of a suck-up you could have just welded your face to the back of Megatron's plating. It'd be just as attractive as," he pauses to gesture at Tarn's face-mask,"well ... that."
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Tarn glares at the flier , mistaking him for the air commander from his own universe.
“Hm, yes, very clever Starscream.“ He pushes past to take a seat at the bar, not sparing a second glance. “You never have been exceedingly fond of me and, as I'm sure you are well aware, the feeling is mutual. Now, if you will excuse me I would very much like to get a drink and not waste my energy grinding your pathetic frame into the frankly rather garish fixtures in this bar.”