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robothell2015-02-08 04:09 pm
sparkwhisperer) wrote in robothell2015-02-08 04:09 pm
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I guess things can't get any worse..
Who: [closed]Tarn and Spinister
Where: Temporary Base
When: After Tarn beats the hell out of Drift and Ratchet and After Spinster clinic raiding incident
What: Spinister has some good news and some bad news
Warnings: Tarn. Maybe violence? Mentions of violence
A wise mech, upon the realization that his t-cog is not long for the world, would take it easy. Perhaps avoid transformation unless completely necessary. Tarn is not one of those mechs. The anxiety of the impending death of his transformation cog only spurs him on further, transforming back and fourth in excess of twenty times in a very short span of time. He has been holed up in the building since his run in with Drift. His self repair is working hard but the exertion that he is putting on his frame is preventing it from doing any serious good.
A fair bit of cleaning has happened since Tarn and Spinister originally stumbled into the abandoned building and it is more or less starting to feel livable. He has occupied himself by cleaning some of his own energon off of the floor with a rag. The last thing he needs right now is for the helicopter to return from his scavenging and berate him for making a fragging mess.
It isn’t until he hears hurried footsteps approaching the building that he glances up.
“Took you long enough. One would think that you were unused to stealing scraps.”
Where: Temporary Base
When: After Tarn beats the hell out of Drift and Ratchet and After Spinster clinic raiding incident
What: Spinister has some good news and some bad news
Warnings: Tarn. Maybe violence? Mentions of violence
A wise mech, upon the realization that his t-cog is not long for the world, would take it easy. Perhaps avoid transformation unless completely necessary. Tarn is not one of those mechs. The anxiety of the impending death of his transformation cog only spurs him on further, transforming back and fourth in excess of twenty times in a very short span of time. He has been holed up in the building since his run in with Drift. His self repair is working hard but the exertion that he is putting on his frame is preventing it from doing any serious good.
A fair bit of cleaning has happened since Tarn and Spinister originally stumbled into the abandoned building and it is more or less starting to feel livable. He has occupied himself by cleaning some of his own energon off of the floor with a rag. The last thing he needs right now is for the helicopter to return from his scavenging and berate him for making a fragging mess.
It isn’t until he hears hurried footsteps approaching the building that he glances up.
“Took you long enough. One would think that you were unused to stealing scraps.”
no subject
Upon lifting the box, Tarn feels a strange rolling inside, followed by a dull 'clang'. Well now, that certainly is fascinating. He brings the box up to his audiol, tilting it gently once more and feeling the contents roll once more. Tarn's tanks bottom out as a sudden glorious inkling takes over.
Setting the box on a nearby table he begins fiddling with the lock, frantically trying to get it open. After a few minutes of trying to tease the lock open he loses patience and simply smashes the mechanism off. Fingers shaking slightly as his anticipation builds up he desperately hopes he wont be disappointed as he pries open the box.
And there it is. The most beautiful sight Tarn has seen in weeks. Gently lifting the transformation cog out of the box, he turns it, inspecting it from every angle. Some superficial damage to one of the ports, probably from being jostled around so much in the box, but nothing irreparable. He is caught between anger of the fact that the scientist shot Megatron, and incandescent joy that his transformation addiction lives to see another cog.
"Spinister... I'm not sure whether to punch you or hug you right now. Give me a moment, if you will."
Wrap?
This is the surgeon who has pulled hundreds of even grosser bits out of million year old dead people. Why was he grossed out by a brand new tcog?
Who even knows.
"I'm going to go take another whack at that shower of ours," Spin declares, walking off towards said shower. They needed SOME way to start getting clean now that the wipes turned out to be bust. "You have fun with that cog, you weirdo."