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re_alignment2013-12-28 02:01 am
sciencetank) wrote in re_alignment2013-12-28 02:01 am
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Perhaps this is a foolish question, but, considering I've never collected any data on the subject...
[Perceptor's where he always is, typing away at his console. Though his attention appears to be on the Glyph on his arm.]
[Staring accusingly at it.]
... While we're all aware these markings possess certain effects, should we attract the attention of our "hosts"... has anyone experienced any sort of negative effect, pertaining to the changing of one's brand?
[YOU KNOW. For curiosity's sake. Totally. No ulterior motive here.]
[Perceptor's where he always is, typing away at his console. Though his attention appears to be on the Glyph on his arm.]
[Staring accusingly at it.]
... While we're all aware these markings possess certain effects, should we attract the attention of our "hosts"... has anyone experienced any sort of negative effect, pertaining to the changing of one's brand?
[YOU KNOW. For curiosity's sake. Totally. No ulterior motive here.]
Action
[He stops typing, pressing his hands to his face, and cycling air slowly.]
Yes. Right there.
[It probably doesn't help that the sudden, sharp flood of... unwelcome feelings makes the lights flare even brighter, flickering wildly. Like an elevated heartbeat.]
... Interest. Doubt. A lack of... energy. In a way.
I don't think that makes any bloody sense, but it wasn't there a moment ago.
Action
[He takes another step closer. And another.]
It makes sense...
[Skid's voice drops low, distracted.]
I mean, I shouldn't have come. I had to get out, and I wanted to help, but I shouldn't have. I'm too hungry...
And you can feel that, can't you?
[He laughs, and cracks appear along his cheeks, leading downward towards his jaw. It's taking all his willpower not to take that final step at this point.]
Action
I don't understand it. It makes no sense to me...
[He gestures, vaguely at a shelf.]
Just... go take a cube, I've kept a ... few...
[Now that laugh he can't really ignore. When he looks up, he ends up staggering backward in surprise, knocking into a shelf behind him.]
[It's hard to be startled when you're as big as he is.]
What -- your face.
Action
[It is too late for him to eat nothing at this point, and he's suddenly terrified. The last thing he wants to do is drink Perceptor's energon. It would be a terrible end to a good friendship, but those lights...they're so close.]
Hand me a cube. I need it.
Now.
[He reaches out towards the scientist and his jaw splits, revealing the energon draining tentacle within. Having a cube would be enough of a distraction, but he can't focus enough to look away from Perceptor right now.]
Action
[Because it's suddenly clear he's made a very foolish decision, with no way to defend himself.]
[So he nods, wordlessly, and fumbles around until his fingers close around a cube on the far shelf. Without taking his optics off the other bot... he pitches the cube at him.]
[That's a tentacle.]
[That's... really a tentacle.]
Action
...
[His optics glance up as it drains, meeting Perceptor's and trying to focus through the haze. He needs to get away.]
...Later...
[He chokes out, and tosses the empty cube on the floor.]
We'll talk later about the fact that you're psychic.
[And with that, he is going to turn and BOLT to put as much distance between him and Perceptor's tempting glow as he can.]
Action
[Which is more than he can say for a lot of bots he's known.]
[He just wordlessly holds up the other cube as he stares back, a little panicked, uncertain, and damned worried by what he's seeing.]
You--
[And that's all he gets out. Before the other is gone.]
[He just sort of sinks down against the wall, as the heavy doors seal shut behind Skids.]