Bug Hunt

[endless_avarice]

WHO: Dirge, Scorponok, Miguel, anyone else who wants to jump in
WHAT: Dirge and Scorpie go hunting for food :9
WHERE:Zone 6 in and around Videl's Diner
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS/NOTES: Hungry bugs are hungry

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[all_three_wskrs]

Life was going as usual in Little Island. People were shouting - some cursing, others laughing. One woman was throwing things out an apartment window at a man standing below, calling him everything but the son of his mother. There were clothes, sure, but there was also a stereo, a few handheld electronics (one of which even bounced off his head)... All of his possessions, including his toothbrush, were being thrown down three floors to the ground below

[houndofmegatron]

Scorponok had spent a lot of time exploring on his own in this city, and a lot of that had been passed hunting, first to acquire food for his little pet, and then just because he enjoyed it. He enjoyed it, and Blackout too--hunting meant he was roaming meant he was gathering information, information his host could potentially use. And even if he couldn't, well, at least Scorponok was collecting energy, simultaneously, and that was almost as good.

Of course, his host was...sort of out of the picture now. Scorponok wasn't really capable of understanding why Blackout had so unceremoniously ordered him over to Dirge; all he knew was that the jet-turned-locust was his master now, and Dirge had interesting things to tunnel in and rearrange, and gave him treats, and Scorponok had still been...well, a little affronted, when Blackout had last tried to call him back. He hadn't gone, and his host had never come looking, and Scorponok hadn't really had contact with him again since

[endless_avarice]

Dirge found he quite enjoyed having a minion, especially one that was too simple to get angry that the clone did not equally share anything with him. And maybe it was just because of the new body, but he felt a strange sort of kinship with the enthusiastic little symbiont.

Scorponok may have made a slight mistake in suggesting a hunting trip to Dirge- dumpster diving was certainly the farthest idea from his mind- considering the clone's size and new found hunger. But, it was too late now and it wasn't likely Scorponok would be the type to lose recharge over a human community being terrorized by his new master.

"Hnn... I have heard this area is famous for Cuban food..." Dirge remarked, crouching down and peering at a faded sign that read: 'Videl's'. He reached over and absently scritched at a transformation seam in Scorponok's neck. Through the window he could see many humans scuttling about with plates of food and drinks.

"Yessss... I want to try these Cubans. Scorponok- snatch me one of them!" he hissed, pointing a claw

[houndofmegatron]

Oh no, Dirge was right about that. While Scorponok was used to scavenging and sneaking, it would not be difficult at all for him to adapt to an active attack, and if that's what his current master wanted, he was all for it. Hunting was one of his primary functions, after all, and had been since he was sparked (even if what, specifically, he hunted changed as his hosts had changed