robothell | Not in Kansas Anymore

Who: Tarn and Spinister
Where: The City
When: Sometime after arrival
What: Spinister gets an unfortunate welcome.
Warnings: Tooorture potentially??

This was not the WAP.

This was not the WAP at all.

Spinister shakily wipes the black tears from his face with the back of his hand, confusion and panic condensing themselves into a small, hard lump somewhere under his spark casing.

They were playing jenga while waiting for Fulcrum to call in. Then the white-out pain of his spark suddenly starting to burning out, the blurred sight of Crankcase and Krok seizing on the floor in agony.

The pain had stopped as suddenly as it'd come, leaving a ringing, fading soreness behind. When the world cleared up again, it had not been the comforting sight of the WAP's lounge room that had greeted him. Spinister staggers onto his feet, gun and rotor sword slipping into his hands, the former of which he aims into nothingness as he twists round and round, trying to make sense of his surroundings.

"Guys?" the heli calls out desperately. "Where are you? This isn't funny. This isn't funny at all!"

Threaded | Flat

Tarn has been wandering for some time in search of energon and a place to rest while he sorted out his thoughts on everything that has just come to light. Agitated, he begins pacing- transforming back and forth with every other step. He can feel his t-cog spewing heat, the grind starting to become somewhat painful. He knows that he a treading a thin line, and unlike back home, he has not a single transformation cog to replace the inevitable failure of the one he is currently abusing. He settles back into his preferred bipedal mode, hand going to touch the overheated plating resting over the aforementioned part. He's going to have to be more careful. When this cog burns out he's screwed.

He doesn't even have anyone to preform the surgery. The only medic he's encountered on this god forsaken version of Cybertron is on a mission to offline him.

Tarn huffs and exasperated sigh, glancing around the ruins of an old building when he hears a voice calling frantically outside. Its sounds somewhat familiar, but from where he can't quite place. Taking a step outside, a wolfish smile twists his face under the mask as he observes Spinister frantically trying to make sense of where he is. Ah yes, Tarn remembers where he's met this mech. He was part of that Pathetic group of scavengers that his team ran into on Clemency. The ones harboring the Coward on their list.

In fact if he remembers correctly, this mech earned himself a place on said list as well after the incident. Tarn clears his throat, leaning against a crumbling door frame.

"Well, well. Where are the rest of your little friends?" He calls in a smooth voice. "I would so enjoy having a reunion."

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