Spread The Disease

[endless_avarice]

WHO: Dirge and people who need to be sprayed with the virus!
WHAT: Dirge is completing his mission for the event~
WHERE: Freaking everywhere- he's a jet, he's zooming around looking for victims
WHEN: Tooooday.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Besides autobots, if either of you TFA clones are up for it- Dirge wants to spray you too!

Comments

why does 'dirge' and 'spraying' seem...really wrong to me?

[wreckerverity]

Whew. Another day of work done. Answering the phone while sounding as 'perky' and 'approachable' as Beakyfais wanted was pretty fragging exhausting. Verity had taken to drawing doodles of herself punching various people in the face to cope. That always brought a smile to her face.

But the day was done and she was heading to the DAL. 'Bout time she found out what these Transdorks knew about the Wreckers.

She growled at the crosswalk, waiting. waiting. waiting for the light to change. Frag. This city was so not set up for those who couldn't fly.

/death I know, right?

[endless_avarice]

Around that moment Verity would find a shadow descending over that area of the street. A pair of giant teal heels drifted down from the sky, landing the equally large Jet attached to them with a noisy 'thud' right next to her.

Dirge didn't seem to notice the small human he'd almost crushed, glancing about for an autobot signal that was coming from somewhere nearby.

"Slag...these buildings are messing up my radar," he muttered to himself.

why y'all wait till us decent workin' folks have to go to bed?

[wreckerverity]

Stupid thing had nearly landed on her--she could still smell the reek of burning fuel. "Might be your loud-aft paint job," Verity said, taking in the hideous combination, especially the wings. The Decepticon jet looked like someone ate the brown acid at Mardi Gras or something. "Poor little jet get himself lost? Need some help?"

Yeah, the only way she wanted to 'help' this flying eyesore was help him fly into a smelter.

we are insane night owls?

[endless_avarice]

It took Dirge a few moments to realize someone was talking to him. He looked around and then glanced down...way down. Oh, it was the small human female near his foot.

"You're awfully rude for something so small and easily squished," he said, crouching down in order to see her better.

[show_my_cannons]

He hated being away from the jets.

Strange, when he thought about it, that a vehicle mode he so loathed back home, was suddenly a vital part of two very important little Autobots here. His little Autobots, when he allowed himself to be honest. If it were up to him, he'd drag them back to his world with him...

Back... to everyone still there.

Which brought him to the reason he'd left--if only for a few moments. He'd gone to the site of a certain clinic, just to look. Just to verify for himself, and his own peace of mind, that the news report, and the quick messages, were all real. They were, if the new tenants moving around the place were any indication, and Ironhide still couldn't decide how he felt about the whole mess.

He'd been gone long enough, however, and he turned to go, limping back up the street he'd come down, without looking back.

[endless_avarice]

Dirge just happened to be flying low over the area when a tyran autobot signal pinged his scanners. The jet turned an excited barrel roll, ducking behind a building and hovering while his radar pinpointed the location.

Ah, there he was- burly...black-paint job... It had to be Ironhide. The clone's engines ran louder with glee- he couldn't have hoped for a better target! Dirge jetted forward until he was above the limping tyran, a loud cackle emitting from his speakers.

"Got time to show me your cannons, Ironhide?" he taunted, dipping a wing.

[show_my_cannons]

At the laugh, Ironhide's response was, indeed, the powering up of his cannons. He turned toward the sound, aiming said weapons skyward, to try and track the jet.

"Right here!" he shot back, and, without further preamble, fired.

[endless_avarice]

The seeker rolled out of the way of the missile, still giggling.

"Very nice! But they look like they could use some polish!"

And suddenly Dirge was blasting forward, nosecone pointed straight at Ironhide as if he were attempting to ram him. Mere seconds before impact the jet pulled up and flipped over, cockpit popping open. A cloud of clear liquid rained down upon the autobot.

oh good, I needed a way for him to get sprayed~

[isveryafraid]

Skywarp was actually in a tentatively happy mood, for him. After the fiasco with that malfunctioning shield he'd been a bit nervous about getting a job, but the delivery service he'd started working with had actually gone well so far. It was a nice, clean, upper-zone operation and so far, there hadn't been anything scary and underhanded. And he'd just been paid for his second ever delivery. Satisfaction was an unusual feeling for the timid jet, but he found he liked it very much.

Since the streets were empty, Skywarp started to walk home rather than fly. Sure, it was slower, but right now there was more traffic in the sky than on the ground, and he didn't want to draw attention to himself, or crash, or make some other Seeker angry for unknown reasons -- no, best just to walk. It wasn't very scary down here. Besides, he was actually starting to get used to being in this city. No one had jumped out and attacked him yet! It really wasn't so bad after all...

Glad to oblige, dear brother~

[endless_avarice]

Karma seemed to have something against Skywarp ever spending a day without trauma, as just when he thought he might be safe there was suddenly a teal-fingered hand reaching out from an alleyway and dragging him into the darkness.

Dirge clamped a palm over the inevitable scream of terror, his free arm engaged in shoving the other clone against the wall. Skywarp wouldn't be able to warp away like this without taking his attacker with him- if he even remembered he had that ability.

"Hello again, brother," he purred sweetly.

[isveryafraid]

Skywarp did shriek, and immediately started flailing and struggling. When he glimpsed his attacker, his panic only increased tenfold. Skywarp wasn't really scared of most of his siblings - oh sure, they might hit him, or insult him, but most of them wouldn't seriously hurt him. But Dirge- Dirge was trying to kill him! And now he'd found him and oh Primus he was going to die.

In his panic Skywarp tried to teleport haphazardly, only to drag Dirge with him into the next alley over. It was only sheer luck which let the two clones avoid getting stuck in a wall. Backed into a corner like this, Skywarp started clawing desperately at Dirge, entirely forgetting the null rays mounted on his arms. They were too long to be useful at such close quarters, anyway.

[endless_avarice]

Momentarily disoriented by the warping, Dirge was distracted enough for Skywarp's desperate clawing to do a little damage. He howled when one finger bounced off an optic, leaving a thin scratch on the lens.

"Stop fighting me, fraggit- or I'll choke the life out of you!" he snarled, grabbing Skywarp around the neck and pressing him back against the wall.

"I'm not here to kill you, okay?"

WELL YOU ASKED FOR IT

[obsequiouslysir]

Sunstorm had been about looking for a new job, since the casino had since filled his spot [and long forgotten about him] after his previous boot from the Nexus. There were so many other opportunities to choose from, he told himself, so many glorious ones--hopefully, the people hiring were just as welcoming.

"Opportunity knocks~" Sunstorm sang to himself, taking a stroll instead. Flying was superior, definitely, but it's easier to dance when you're walking and happily swaggering was he.

HELL YES

[endless_avarice]

Dirge couldn't help but want to purge his tanks at the way his sycophantic brother was jauntily strolling down the street. It annoyed him that Sunstorm could be satisfied- even happy- with his woefully limited personality fragment. Why should Dirge be the only one who suffered and wanted more?

Fueled by his irritation, the teal clone swooped down and transformed, landing right in the other's way.

"What the frag are you so happy about?" he demanded.

OH HALLO

[obsequiouslysir]

Sunstorm came to a sudden stop, thrusters grinding into the pavement. He stepped back and beamed, vent to vent. "Why, hello, great and surprising Dirge!" he declared and rose his hands. "It's so nice to see you in the metal! You look quite handsome, as usual." His left optic bridge rose. "Oh, yes, Starscream told me I should avoid you, regretfully," Sunstorm said, tapped a claw to his chin, "said you would try to 'eat my spark.'"

He clapped his hands together. "That's so like you, how quaint!"

HEY BB HOW'S TRICKS?

[endless_avarice]

Dirge huffed, putting his hands on his hips as Sunstorm launched into his usual kiss-aft greetings. He couldn't help be flattered by the 'handsome' comment, despite knowing it wasn't sincere... it was just nice not to have someone bashing his color scheme for once.

"Eat? Hn..." the clone actually looked like he was considering the concept, tongue flicking across his lips briefly.

"I'm not after your allspark shard at the moment. And you didn't answer my question," he grumped, prodding Sunstorm in the chest with a claw.

I NEED A REASON DX

[onetruesikorsky]

For the moment Megatron is not simply in his apartment, staring out over his balcony helipad in thought. No, he is actually out and about, strolling through the streets and vendors, both gathering information for further use as well as simply... enjoying himself. If out-classing a lowly vendor in the street with words alone could be considered 'enjoyment'. Still, the mech offered a halfway decent conversation, despite the thick accent that even Megatron couldn't quite pinpoint.

Now, however, he is simply walking the streets, glancing this way and that with the ease of a mech that wasn't entirely illegal nor had a giant fusion cannon strapped to his arm. Needless to say... few chose to speak with him unless he chose to speak first.

DIRGE IS ALWAYS A GOOD REASON

[endless_avarice]

There was no mistaking a build like Megatron's, even when he was out among the crowds. Dirge watched him from under a bridge, cackling to himself about his good fortune. Surely this counted as a good target for the virus- and if Magnum didn't want him then perhaps Dirge would be allowed to kill him...

...or better yet, force him to be a groveling subordinate. THAT would make Starscream so jealous... and then maybe his creator would give him some credit.

Dirge jetted out of his hiding place, hovering above the hapless tyrant in alt-mode.

"You look a little out place, Magnus~" he sneered.

[onetruesikorsky]

....And this is the reason he is a hermit that prefers to stay in hiding. Because things like this happened. Unwanted, second-hand clones from his ex- Second-in-Command randomly showing up simply to start a pointless fight. ...odd how just a color-scheme could make such a gorgeous model so ugly.

He glances upward almost boredly, putting his hands on his hips.

"And you look uglier than usual. Might I say... the Seeker that surely stands out the most among your brethren."

EVERYONE ALWAYS HAS TO MENTION THE PAINT JOB

[endless_avarice]

Being called ugly twice in one day didn't do much for the clone's good mood- Why did everyone have a slagging problem with his color scheme? He transformed, held aloft by his thruster heels, ready to change back in an instant if he needed to dodge a fusion cannon blast.

"I'll take that second part as a compliment," Dirge snorted, peering down at his Universe's Megatron. He hadn't actually gotten to speak to him much before... except for the death threats. It was impossible for him not to want Megatron's power...his life... but he was still a bit curious as to what the mech was really like. Starscream's memories helped a little- but it was always different experiencing it for oneself.