Trashcan vs. Trashcan

[crabcake]

Who: Tarn and Rampage
What: Rampage is pretty sure Tarn's life isn't shitty enough.
When: After Tarn's banishment.
Where: The boonies
Warnings: Two horrible murderbots for the price of one thread.



Rampage has unfinished business with Tarn. Now the the immediate rage of Tarn's attempted murder has faded, he's not certain what form the business is going to take, but he did tell Tarn that there was nowhere he could hide, and as such he's determined to pay the now banished mech a visit.

He wasn't lying about Tarn being unable to hide from him, either. Rampage isn't certain just how sensitive his spark is, but there's certainly nowhere any Cybertronian can go on this planet that's too far for him to sense them. So into the wasteland he goes, trundling over the terrain in beast mode, many legs devouring the miles between him and the ripple against his spark he knows to be Tarn.

When he gets close enough for Tarn to hear, he calls out, "Come out, come out, wherever you are, unless you're too frightened to face me!"

Does he still welcome the challenge?

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[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn grunts in pain as Rampage's weight is put back on his knee. It twinges and creaks in protest against any further exertion, leaving him weak. Frustration grips him as every wound that he leaves behind heals almost immediately making it impossible to inflict lasting damage. How jealous Tarn is.

He stills completely as the mech grabs his helm, preventing him from turning away. He stiffens even further as Rampage nuzzles at him affectionately, steeling himself for pain that never comes.

Despite the fear gripping him, Tarn fights to keep it from his voice
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"We will see." He growls lowly, glaring fiercely up at his attacker.

[crabcake]

"We will," Rampage agrees with a deep chuckle. His mandibles squirm as he pulls back, and he's so very tempted to take a bite out of Tarn's mask but... he moves away, climbing slowly to his feet. His spark is singing with Tarn's fear, and it's as good a place to end this tryst as any.

As he turns to walk away, leaving Tarn to deal with himself however he pleases, he can't help but offer one last parting shot.

"You know, I'm fucking Sixshot, too."

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn waits for Rampage to stand fully before beginning to drag himself a safe distance away, gathering to his own shaky legs. He clutches his throbbing, injured hand to his chest, taking a few more steps back to put extra distance between them.

“Send him my regards.” Tarn growls, refusing to turn his back to Rampage even as he watches the beastformer start to walk away.

[crabcake]

Rampage is just going to laugh all the way home. Not that he actually has a home. Whatever.

He'll see Tarn again. He's not sure when, but he'll definitely be back for a second serving.