In his exile, Tarn has taken to watching the city. He’s found some high ground relatively close to the edge of the city where he goes to think (and maybe, also, to get away from Spinister’s judgmental stare). He isn’t there long before dust and smoke begins to rise from a secluded district away from civilization. It barely registers on Tarn’s radar until he picks up a familiar scent in the smoke. Helex’s smelter.
He never did get to speak with him before his exile. He had looked, of course, but the smelter was no where to be found. Which, to be quite honest, with the way Tarn’s mental state was at the time, was probably for the best. He immediately stands up, taking a step toward the scent before pausing. He shouldn’t go down there. He takes another step, and then another. The area of the city is deserted…surely no one would notice if he snuck in. It’s so close to the edge of the city that he would barely be breaking Megatron’s order at all.
Transforming into his alt mode, he makes the quick trip to the very edge of the city, before deciding to continue on in his quieter root mode. If the scent of smelting alloy didn’t serve as a beacon, the screech of tearing metal certainly did.
As he carefully rounds the corner of the building he finds his comrade with his back to him, making quick work of what used to be a building.
He knows better than to approach Helex when he is in a mood like this; especially unannounced. In fact what he is doing is a near death wish as he approaches him from behind. He can’t even clear his throat as a warning, but he does make an effort to make his footfalls a bit louder in hopes that he might hear him through his blind rage. Carefully he reaches out to place a hand on Helex’s broad back.
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He never did get to speak with him before his exile. He had looked, of course, but the smelter was no where to be found. Which, to be quite honest, with the way Tarn’s mental state was at the time, was probably for the best. He immediately stands up, taking a step toward the scent before pausing. He shouldn’t go down there. He takes another step, and then another. The area of the city is deserted…surely no one would notice if he snuck in. It’s so close to the edge of the city that he would barely be breaking Megatron’s order at all.
Transforming into his alt mode, he makes the quick trip to the very edge of the city, before deciding to continue on in his quieter root mode. If the scent of smelting alloy didn’t serve as a beacon, the screech of tearing metal certainly did.
As he carefully rounds the corner of the building he finds his comrade with his back to him, making quick work of what used to be a building.
He knows better than to approach Helex when he is in a mood like this; especially unannounced. In fact what he is doing is a near death wish as he approaches him from behind. He can’t even clear his throat as a warning, but he does make an effort to make his footfalls a bit louder in hopes that he might hear him through his blind rage. Carefully he reaches out to place a hand on Helex’s broad back.