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phase6kindofbot ([personal profile] phase6kindofbot) wrote in [community profile] robothell2016-01-02 02:30 am

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Who: Rampage and Sixshot
Where: In a dump.
When: After Rampage 'visits' Tarn.
What: Sixshot's sense of smell is unfortunately good.
Warnings: Angry sad robots.



There's a lot of things Sixshot has been letting past him intentionally. He smells traces of Tarn throughout the city still, underlying the scents of various mechs. Helex's heavy molten slag smell and the supplies the titan brought with him to the edge of the city to meet with his commander. Spinister's more elusive paths through the city, the smell of Tarn's old energon and healing nanites and the dry scent of the wastelands. He smells Galvatron and the heady, electric scent of sex.

Every time he catches a strand of it through the thousands of scents that linger over the city, he has to stop. Smell was his most dominant sense and the memories he accumulated through it stayed vivid for eons. Every time he breathes Tarn's scent in, it feels like his spark breaking over and over again.

There's a scent that he's caught recently that makes his tank flop however.

Fresh energon. Tarn's fresh energon.

On Rampage.

He waits in one of their more usual meeting spots, the building not too far away from the clinic where he'd introduced the crab-former to First Aid. There's a tension in his frame, wings standing on end and hands clasped together in vise grip.

crabcake: (<_<)

[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-02 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
Rampage is in a good mood. How could he not be in a good mood when he's still got the echoes of pain and fear and anger swirling across his spark? Such an old familiar high. He hadn't realized just how much he missed it, craved it, until Tarn had pulled all those emotions out of First Aid and spilled them on the ground just like his energon.

He ignores the tension in Sixshot as he approaches. His friend has been varying degrees of moody since the incident took place. So he simply saunters up and tries to sling an arm over Sixshot's shoulders.

"Why are you always miserable?" he says, amusement flavouring his voice.
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[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-02 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Rampage's optics narrow slightly at the accusation, slowly coming to the realization that this time Sixshot's displeasure might have more to do with him than usual. The arm around Sixshot tightens slightly as his discomfort seeps into Rampage, and he leans in to nuzzle his cheek out of spite.

Yeah, he's kind of still riding that sadistic buzz.

"Yes," he admits freely, not sounding the least bit guilty or regretful. "Are you surprised?"
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[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-02 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
Rampage vents a gust of air against Sixshot as he feels his emotions spiral out of control. He can feel him sinking into a dark place, and he curls his arms around Sixshot in a burst of perverse affection. He shouldn't enjoy it when someone he likes feels awful, but after enjoying Tarn so recently his spark can't help but reach greedily for more...

His mask twitches with the sudden urge to sink his teeth into Sixshot's shoulder and he offlines his optics. Restrain yourself.

"I didn't do it for you," he growls softly, pressing his face against Sixshot.
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[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-03 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"But I want to," Rampage growls against Sixshot's shoulder, his arms tightening around his friend. With his chest pressed against Sixshot's back, their sparks are so close...

Gentle fingers on his chin have him relaxing his grip, and he gives a soft huff.

"I want his pain. I want his fear, and his anger, his despair and hate. I want it."

The longing in his voice is heavy. Already he's feeling hungry for more. It was always that way. The more he tasted, the more he wanted, it was never enough he always wanted more.
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[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-03 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. The rush of cold fury startles Rampage more than the crushing clamp of fingers on his throat. Such a startling contrast to the inwardly-driven ache of self-loathing. He hisses in surprise.

Words crackle in his vocalizer, waiting to be spat out like venom. He could make it worse. He could try and draw out Sixshot's anger like blood from a wound. He could pick out the things that make his friend hurt the worst and do his best to make him hurt...

His horns droop and his arms drop to his sides.

"Because it feels good," he mutters sullenly. "He's just a convenient target."
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[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-05 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
There's no resistance from Rampage as Sixshot tugs him down, green optics staring steadily into red. He wants to lean in and nuzzle his friend - he called him lover - but he refrains.

"I like First Aid," he starts, still sullen.

It barely hurts to hear that Sixshot would throw him away if he needed to. He expects it. The say Sixshot and First Aid turn on him or leave him or are taken from him. And he knows when it happens it'll be because he deserves it.

But he doesn't think he deserves it yet. Not for Tarn.

"I'm stopping me," he snaps, a bit of fire sparking in his optics. "I've been here this entire time and I haven't hurt anyone else-" Scared a few people, sure, but he didn't hurt them. "I've been good. I've been hungry but I've been good!"

Transmutate never wanted him to hurt anyone and he's finally listening! But Tarn... Tarn...

"But he's a monster! He hurt First Aid first. Why can't I hunt my own?! He deserves it!"

They deserve it. They don't deserve happiness. He doesn't deserve Sixshot or First Aid. But he was hungry for that too...

With a growl, he pushes away from Sixshot regardless of whether or not he loosens his grip. It doesn't matter if he leaves half his throat behind, it'll heal. He'll be fine. His body is always fine.
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[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-07 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Rampage isn't sure what to do with himself after he pulls away. Straightening up, he stares down at Sixshot, hands clenching and unclenching. He almost wishes Sixshot had torn his neck open. Pain was easy to deal with, pain was familiar.

Why is he getting so worked up about this anyway? He shouldn't care. He never cares what anyone else thinks of him or his actions. Not even Transmutate, until it was too late.

He lets out a long gust of air from his vents and stares down his hands. He's torn many people apart with these hands, starting with those that made him what he was. He moves a hand to clutch at his chest, over his spark.

"It's like being hollow. I want to fill up the emptiness with their emotions. Their fear and pain and suffering. But I'm never full, I always want more." He looks up at Sixshot again. "You don't know how good it tastes. How good it felt the first time it was them and not me."
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[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-09 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"No. Maybe." Rampage leans in as Sixshot steps closer, wanting to touch, wanting... Reassurance? He never wanted to touch people for the sake of touching people before. This is all First Aid's fault.

"It's different with other emotions. They only ever gave me the pain and fear. They only ever made me hurt and angry. Made me hate. I think I wanted more, once, but I never got it."

He lifts up a hand to place it against Sixshot's chest, over the hidden hum of his spark. His voice softens as he slips into reminiscence.

"I wanted to give it all back. And I did. But it was too fast. I didn't understand how fragile most Cybertronians were yet. So they died, and it wasn't enough. I wasn't satisfied. So I went after others, cultivated their agony and terror and hatred, but it was never enough. I still wanted more."

His fingers curl against Sixshot's chest, his optics taking on that feral glow again, his voice dipping into a growl. "I always want more."
Edited 2016-01-09 16:17 (UTC)
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[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-10 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose you could call it that." His horns quirk with dark amusement. "Though I don't think anyone would accuse me of having much empathy."

Little prickles dance over Rampage's plating at Sixshot's gentle touches and he turns his face into his palm without thinking. It's... strange. He's not used to such softness from Sixshot. He's hardly even gotten used to it from First Aid.

His optics dim, his hand dropping back to his side. "I don't want your pain."

He lets out a huff. "No. That's wrong. I still crave it, but I don't want to hurt you."

It's hard, when parts of you want different things. It's confusing.
crabcake: (angry pout)

[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-10 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
The flick startles Rampage, but he quickly retaliates with a playful shove. The sudden drop back into seriousness after takes him even further off guard, and his fists clench defensively.

His vocalizer clicks several times with irritated responses cut short. Why not?! and Just try and stop me and I'll do what I want. He wants to antagonize Sixshot. He wants to toss him into a building. He wants to go out right now and find Tarn and make him scream.

He also wants Sixshot to touch his face like that again, so instead of doing any of that he turns away and stomps several steps away to sit down heavily on what was probably a bench once.
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[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-10 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know," Rampage says. He doesn't pull away, welcoming the touch despite his grumpy demeanor, but his beast-mode legs curl tighter over his shoulders. "I've known that since before I came here. I have been trying."

He lets his optics dim and leans back, planning to rest his weight against Sixshot. "I really shouldn't exist in the first place."
crabcake: (hmph)

[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-11 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Rampage lets out a little rumble, not quite a purr, his horns twitching against Sixshot's fingers. His optics spark a bit with dark amusement and he stares up at his friend.

"I can't exactly choose whether or not I continue to exist either, can I? The universe is stuck with me, and I'm stuck with it."
crabcake: (brooding 2)

[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-11 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Rampage decides that he should really get his horns touched more often. It's always really nice when it happens. If a little... ticklish. The teased horn flicks reflexively.

"A couple million years," he repeats, leaning more heavily against Sixshot. "I haven't even reached a thousand."

Protect the people he cares about, huh? He barely managed to save First Aid, and the person he cared about most... he'd not only failed to protect, but had a part in her death. All his horns droop. "Hrm."
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[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-13 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, Sixshot. Young people can be assholes, too!

Rampage snorts at that. "All the time in the universe."

He stares up at Sixshot in silence, enjoying the oddly tender moment, however awkward they might be. Then he looks away and promptly elbows Sixshot in the knee.
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[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-26 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Rampage looks offended right back as Sixshot fails to rise to the bait.

They were having a moment. A very nice one. Now he's trying to have a different moment!

Though he's distracted from trying again by a thought. "Are we friends? Actual friends."

Not like when you call someone a friend when they actually hate you.
crabcake: (hmph)

[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-28 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Rampage snorts out a laugh, the affection he feels from Sixshot cancelling any sting his words might have had. It's strange and warm and nice, and he's still getting used to having feelings like that directed at him.

The noogie is less pleasant.

Sputtering and growling playfully, Rampage struggles against the headlock, kicking his feet and tugging at Sixshot's arms as hard knuckles scrape the paint off the top of his head, sparks tickling his plating.

Well! He'd normally try and bite Sixshot, but with an arm locked under his chin he can't reach.

So instead he tries to poke him in the eye.
crabcake: Spooky crab is spooky (Default)

We can!

[personal profile] crabcake 2016-01-31 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Sixshot is definitely getting tackled. Sort of. Rather, Rampage turns and uses the slagged bench as a stepping point to launch himself bodily at Sixshot to wrap both arms and legs around him in a hug of death.

It's time for a tussle!