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2nd Gear: Fear of Instinct [Video]

[Somewhere down in the organic-sized access tunnels beneath Solus Prime's temple and just off the main route is a large fur covered...something. Judging from how large the tunnel is, this creature is not that small in terms of organic life. It's curled up on the floor, head resting on a pair of big paws that sport long, sharp black claws. The head of the beast is crowned with bat-like ears, the mouth loaded with sharp fangs. Despite its fearsome appearance, however, it looks pretty dang miserable and possibly even tired, probably from lack of decent food.]

Hate this...

[The sound of its voice (or rather growls and whines being translated by the device), is deep and harsh.]

Anyone not a robot, be careful in access tunnels under Solus' temple. This body...it wants to hunt and kill.

Blood... I want blood so bad.

[The creature shudders and curls up a bit tighter, wolf-like tail covering its face.]

((OOC: Rex is a GR canon style chupacabra. In the GR universe, this animal comes equipped with claws that deliver a deadly toxin. Said toxin can kill an average human within hours if an anti-toxin is not administered. Rex knows this via unfortunate personal experience and aside from his instinctual want to kill and eat things, it's the other reason he's trying to stay away from everyone. If there's a case in which the toxin could come into play, I'll be sure to get permission before it's used!))

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[...yeah, he knows that voice. Knight magics up his communicator again and opens a link.]

Good to see you're at least still in one piece. When things are back to normal, we need to have a little talk about a little thing I like to call checking in regularly.

For now, keep those instincts under control. Keep in mind that anything you try to maim might get infected with your nanites.

[No answer aside from staring.]

[...and a thin trail of drool oozing from one corner of his mouth.]

...Attentive as ever, I see. At least some things don't change.

[Oh, he's attentive alright.]

[Probably TOO attentive.]

[Those are the eyes of a predator watching you, White. You are a hooved sack of meat and, more importantly, full of blood.]

[She knows this frequency. It's that totally cool guy Rex. Except...that's not Rex. He's not nearly latino enough.]

Either you ate Rex...or...

I AM SO JEALOUS.

Kay...?

[Focus, Rex. Come on, now. She's not prey.]

Jealous of what? Having no thumbs and craving goat blood?

Uhm you're like a giant bat wolf. How COOL is that?!

[So Kay's not exactly up on her mythology.]

I'm a chupacabra and it'd be a lot cooler if I could change back and forth anytime I wanted. Or if I didn't want to kill and eat cattle...

[Or at this point, anything smaller than him and potentially edible. He's trying real hard not to see you as a talking steak, Kay.]

At least you got the experience! Me? I'm still a plain ol' boring human. Do you KNOW what it's like to be that?!

[Actually...he probably does, Kay. Just throwing that out there.]

Er, at one point I did? I was human until I was ten, then the reoccurring amnesia started happening and I forgot what that was like.

Wait...you mean you weren't human before? I don't get it...

[Wait, focus.]

Well, we'll get to that when we de-fuzz you.

Yeah, this is probably something to save for later, but otherwise the short answer is that I'm technically an EVO. Remember how I told you about the Nanite Event and nanite caused mutations and stuff, and how things that mutate are called EVOs? Yeah, technically that's what I am.

So there's a way to uh..."de-fuzz" me, though? Does someone know how to fix this?

...Well you look human enough to me, but we can talk about this later. I'm not sure how to...de-fuzz you...but is there anything I can do?

You hungry or anything? I bet I can find some burgers or something!

Burgers? It'd have to be a lot, Kay. Like...enough to feed a lion. Otherwise if you come down here with only one or two, I might lose control and decide those were the appetizers while you're the main course.

[And now he's drooling despite his best efforts not to...urgh.]

...Well where am I going to get a bajillion burgers?!

... The scrap are you supposed to be?

[Oh thank everything. Someone who doesn't look edible.]

Chupacabra. Creature of legend from Earth that drinks cattle blood...

Chu... Chupa...?

[What the hell is that word. He scowls.]

Chupathingy. Right.

And I'm gonna guess and say this ain't a good thing.

[That actually gets a sound out of Rex that might be something like a chuckle.]

It's a combination of two words in Spanish, the language of my people.

And no, not really... This body's got a lot of strong instincts. The two worst ones have me feeling territorial and wanting blood. I'm down in the tunnels because I might lose control if I see any humans or other animals. Hoping no one comes down this way anytime soon.

[Even though his human side is feeling downright lonely as a result. He's been away from good company for far too long, as is.]

Huh.

[Whether he's commenting on the word, or the information is anyone's guess. He's scowling, however, heavy brow furrowed as best it can be.]

Need a leash or somethin' maybe. This can't keep up forever, right?

I hope not. I'm too good looking of a dude normally to end up with tusks and bat ears for the rest of my life! Plus...the whole wanting to kill things problem.

... I'm not even gonna touch that first part, kid.

Wanting to kill everything's kinda the big problem here. There a lot of organics over in your area or...?

No one. I'm alone down here and hoping it'll stay that way, at least for a while.

[Well, for sake of the "not killing anyone" thing, anyway. Being the social creature that he is, the lack of contact and face-to-face interaction really sucks.]

... Ping me your coordinates, kid.

[Probably a stupid idea, but, given he took on the Swarm and lived, one organic monster won't do much.]

[His ears swivel forward a little in surprise.]

Um, sure. Okay.

[Somehow, Rex manages to transmit his coordinates, though it does take longer than it usually does. Have to be careful using those long claws on a Link device.]

Got 'em. Sit tight.

We'll see about this "sitting alone in the dark" scrap.

[Rex blinks at the camera, a little taken off guard by Ironhide's sudden want to join him down in the tunnels. His wagging tail gives away the fact that he's pleased company is on the way, however.]

[As Ironhide makes his way down, Rex slips out of the smaller tunnel and back into the nearest Cybertronian sized one, realizing the big bot won't be able to see and reach him, otherwise.]

[He drives until he probably should walk, and transforms. The coordinates are... well. Fairly deep. The kid wasn't kidding when he said he was in a tunnel.]

[Those heavy footsteps probably give him away though.]

Anyone down here?

[There's an sound akin to a questioning bark that echoes back in response. It's followed by a familiar furry heard peering around a near corner before the rest of Rex follows.]

[His size relative to Ironhide is comparable to that of a large cat to a human; he's not a small predator by human standards.]

[He tenses for a moment, lifting his hands... but stops, rolling big shoulders back as that head comes into view. Ah, there we go. That looks like the video.]

[The big soldier crouches down, elbows on his knees.]

'Least you grew a little. For an organic, y'know?

[Ironhide, that's not comforting.]

[As Ironhide crouches down, Rex moves closer, head tilting to one side at the comment. He doesn't mind being a little bigger, but the fur and craving for blood? Not cool. At least the bot isn't triggering any of his instincts. Being as large as he is and made of metal, he's not a good hunting target, nor is he quite managing to register as a threat on a territorial level.]

[Getting up on his hind legs, Rex manages to place his front paws on Ironhide's right leg, right below the knee joint. Behind him, his tail wags back and forth; he is definitely happy to have company come calling. Unfortunately, the only sounds he can make are the ones common to his species.]

Heh.

[That's. Sort of cute. In a giant, fanged, monstrosity kind of way. Though it's a little weird, knowing this is actually a kid, and not some kind of animal that's taken a liking to him.]

You want a head pat or something?

[He doesn't shove him off though. Or pull his knee back. He came down here to keep the kid company. What good would shoving him off do?]

Who-

[He blinks.]

...Rex? It got you too?

Yeah, it did... How many did this stupid changing thing get, anyway? Half of Haven?

I dunno. It sure seems like it though.

Okay then, so...question.

How often does stuff like this happen?

[Because this is almost more messed up than what goes on at home.]

I'm not really sure! This is the first time I've ever seen this happen, and I don't know if it's ever happened before I got here, but it doesn't seem that way.

Guess it's just some kinda weird fluke or something then. Any idea what's causing it?

My guess would be the Lambda. It's been responsible for other weird things before...

Great. Awesome. So not only did it dump us here, now it's messing with us...

It kinda does that, yeah.

[Oh no, Albert is not going to let this fly.]

You got to fight it.

Whoever you are, you have to remember that it's not who you are.

I know who I am...mostly.

[Or at least right now he does, anyway. The first couple of days in his new fur covered skin were a different story, however.]

It's just...urges right now. Bad cravings. Trying to stay away from people so there's no temptation.

You just have to get your mind off it, somehow, anyhow.

Or else you might have to consider something more drastic...

A little hard when I haven't eaten anything in like three days, dude. Even without the crazy animal body, I'm always down with eating. Now I'm like, ten times bigger than I was before and I'm food deprived on top of that.

[His furry brows quirk a bit, ears tilting back.]

Er, what'd you mean by that? How drastic are we talking, here?

Edited 2013-03-22 11:56 (UTC)

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