[OPEN] Catch-all Rampage Post

[crabcake]

Who: Rampage and ANYBODY
Where: Somewhere inside of the city
When: Some time after the medics get back??
What: Trolling under a bridge
Warnings: Horrible people being horrible and nitro-deer abuse.


[A]
Rampage enjoys hiding under things. He's not entirely certain why, but there's nothing quite so comfortable as huddling up in his beast mode in a dark crevice. It's not exactly the easiest thing to find a hole just his size to hunker down in, but today he's found a perfect shadowy gap under the partial wreckage of a bridge. Just the right sort of place to curl up in and have a nap.

Or ambush someone. It's easy for him to tell when someone with a spark comes near. They tickle at the edge of his senses and pull him into wakefulness so that he can lurk in wait, ready to snap out a massive claw and snatch them up. Just for fun, of course.

The sparkless - the humans and other mechanoids and such - have a much easier time of sneaking up on him.


[B]
Occasionally what Rampage manages to catch whilst lurking under things is a nitro-deer. When he's still and silent for long enough, sometimes herds will wander by, usually slightly on edge as though they can sense something is off but can't quite place what. Their nervousness isn't enough to save them all.

When his claw snaps out to grab one up, the herd scatters, most of them fleeing to safety. But nothing can help the small green creature caught in his grasp. It bleats and beeps and kicks, but Rampage pays it no mind. He reaches out with his other claw tip to gently stroke its head.

Voice low and soothing, he says, "There, there, save your cries, little one. The pain hasn't even begun."


[C] Feel free to ask for starters if you have something in mind!

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[crabcake]

Rampage tilts his head, an amused glint in his eyes. Why, he enjoys spooking people too!

"My spark is hungry," he answers. "It reaches out to others so it can taste them, savor their pain and terror and torment."

He moves Slipstream closer, getting a better look at her. She seems normal enough from the outside, but he supposes he might, too. "You I can touch. You have a presence, but you have no taste."

He finally releases her, not setting her down but simply opening his claw. "And where's the fun in that, hm?"

[chickscream]

She makes only a small huff of noise as her heels hit the ground, firing for just a moment to soften the fall, and looks back at the giant crab-robot guy. "That is creepy as scrap," she informs him, still conversational. "What, does your spark eat other people's? Or just the emotions?"

Maybe Slipstream shouldn't be conversational with a possible spark cannibal, but she's curious.

"I'm powered by a shard of crystallized Allspark energy," she adds, tapping the teal glass of her cockpit, "if you were wondering why I'm bland as slag."

[crabcake]

Does the giant crab look a little smug at being called 'creepy as scrap'? Yes he does!

"Mm, just the emotions." And 'eat' might be a bit of poetic license. He feels others' emotions and he certainly likes the taste if them, but it's not like he can stay functional on a diet of pure emotion.

But he's not going to tell Slipstream that. Instead he gives a grin that's all mandible and fang and adds, "Though sparks are rather tasty on their own, too."

He squints at her cockpit, the cocky attitude fading into slight confusion. "Allspark energy...?"

[chickscream]

She should probably not laugh about cannibalism, if she's reforming and leaning towards joining the Autobots, but she totally laughs anyways-- just a few dark chuckles, and a grin back, but it's pretty friendly, all things considered. "You're one of the bad ones, huh?" she asks, in a way that is not at all condemning him for it.

As for his query to her, she shrugs, settling her hands on her hips. "I don't understand it much," she confesses, "just that that's how I was cloned. You want to see?"

Slipstream, have you no shame? (She has no shame.)

[crabcake]

Cannibalism is totally hilarious! Besides, the people he ate deserved it. At least some of them deserved it. Deserved something anyway. Whatever. He was angry and hurting at the time and making other people hurt made him feel better.

"The very worst," he says, clearly amused.

His head tilts. "Cloned?" Allsparks and clones? He doesn't understand this much either, but it's certainly more interesting than your average Cybertronian!

"You show me yours, I'll show you mine."

Shame is for people that care what anyone thinks.

[chickscream]

"I'll hold you to that," she laughs, tapping the glass again before retracting it, revealing a near-blinding bubble of cyan-white light. In the midst of the light, it would be easy to miss the tiny, tiny fragment of Allspark sustaining her, no bigger than a human's fist, but it's clear that it's nothing like an actual spark.

Letting it all hang out, she gestures for the crabbycon to show her his, eyes bright with the light reflecting from her chest.

[crabcake]

Rampage squints against the light to see the little sliver. It's almost like a shard of a spark, if sparks could shatter! (They can't. He's tried it. They do kind of pop, though.)

"I'm amazed I can sense you at all," he says. Because it's definitely not a spark. It's not even particularly spark-like, beyond the blue glow. How strange!

But he's going to fulfill his end of the bargain, so he transforms, shifting from standing on many legs to sitting on the ground. Once in bot mode, he lets his chest plating part, sickly green light spilling out. It looks like a spark, for the most part, but there's something off about it. It throbs strangely and its surfaces shifts subtly giving the impression of things squirming below.

One of the scientists back at the institute always mentioned how queasy the sight of it made him whenever they forced Rampage's chest open to take a look.

[chickscream]

"Huh." Slipstream leans in a little, peering at the spark, though not so close that close that it looks like she's going to make a grab at it or anything like that. "Are sparks usually green where you're from? Or are you bad and special?"

She has to admit, she has no memory of sparks being anything but blue, regardless of who they're in... but she also had no memories of Energon being anything but bright pink (and incredibly dangerous) before arriving here. Who knows what colors sparks might come in in other universes?

[crabcake]

"Green is rare," Rampage answers, staring down at his spark-that-shouldn't-be. "But mine is unique."

So yes, he is bad and special!

"What about you? Are..." He waves a hand at her little shard. "Spark-shards common?"