Audio [joint post with Prowl and Skids]

[fun_police]

[An audio channel opens up to the sounds of a minor struggle. Metal shrieks briefly, then a loud thud follows. It isn't long before the scuffle is reduced to a painful sounding creak. Any medic could recognize that ring as the dangerously strained hyperflexion of an arm joint, and anyone who's met him might recognize the protests of a just-returned-to-normal Skids.]

Ow--OW, hey, its not like I wanted to eat your spark. Primus, it tasted terrible.

[A less than pleasant new voice cuts in over this.]

Do any of the seven theocrats in charge wish to explain how being attacked five minutes away from one of your 'temples' is supposed to constitute a Haven?!

[The question is rhetorical, there's about a five second pause before the voice chimes in again. And boy, is it as charming as ever!]

The perpetrator in question has been restrained, and I suggest someone direct me to where he can be deposited before this escalates any further.

[In the background, Skids can still be heard struggling clearly.]

Is this because I ate somebody else's spark? Please tell me I didn't. No. I'm serious. I need to know this.

Who arrives carrying stasis cuffs, anyhow?

[The feed ends.]

Comments

[skidaddle]

How'd you get it, then?

[He can't imagine what worse thing you'd do to end up with a name like that.]

Varren, hm? What is the difference?

[Having only seen alien equivalents of 'dog,' it all translates out about the same for him.]

....

I think I see why they react that way. I didn't exactly get a positive reception either. [Not that he was expecting one.]

Is it like that all the time for you? The hunger...?

[dinnerdate]

...Pulled too many pranks.

[And lost a job in the process, but old news there.]

I don't, uh... [He rubs his little snout, trying to find a way to explain something he knows nothing about.]

Never seen either of them.


And constant hunger is pretty normal.

[skidaddle]

Really?

Because you--uh.

You don't seem like the pranking type.

[Unless pulling too many was what got you in trouble, which is kind of sad.]

Well, whatever you are, I hope you get changed back soon. I could use a tanker full of energon right now, and...

Yours tastes the best.

[He pauses.]

The energon you mix, I mean.

[And not the energon flowing through your circuits or anything.]

[dinnerdate]

I was... different back then.

[The whole energon thing doesn't even phase him. If Skids did try and eat him he thinks he'd be fine, he's a better hunter. It's all the years of practice.]

Thanks. I'll be sure to put something together for you.