DAY 43: CAFETERIA, MORNING

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Where was Blitzwing?Lugnut ignored the nurse's fussing over his foot, even as it howled objections to his ill treatment of it the night before, pounding through the town in search of his wingmate, reportedly helpless and injured by an attack the night before-- and not finding him, not seeing even a glimpse of his crazy triple-changing ally

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[haplesstracker]

Scourge woke up, and by rote stabbed the air (as he'd been doing for what felt like hours) with a screwdriver he no longer had in search of a target that was no longer there. It took a few more slices before he stopped and panting, looked up at the bright ceiling with a rising feeling of relief

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"And who is this?" Lugnut asked, staring at the intruder with blank intensity and a growl in his voice. The presumption, sitting next to Decepticons like that-- though he and Scourge seemed to know each other. Scourge was hardly the type to adequately represent the glory of the Decepticons to some outsider.

[tartaros_avatar]

Aaah, this one. The one that managed to be especially loud, even over the bulletin board. "Lord Recluse," he introduced himself before replying to Scourge.

"They kept the body of another important individual here the night after he was killed. The one who might have killed Landel. And the state of the body is irrelevant. Any not identifiable as a prisoner should be thoroughly disassembled, to ensure that they cannot be restored." It had been far too long since he had considered death to be a permanent thing at all in the case of his adversaries.

[haplesstracker]

Scourge had a sinking suspicion that Lord Recluse was only bringing this up because he wanted Scourge to do it. As if going up through that horrifically sterile room and getting gnawed on by a spider hadn't been bad enough once.

No, he had plans for tonight. Plans that ideally involved cake.

"How would we know, anyway? There's a few people here who've seen Landel, but I'm not one of them. Liking the decapitation idea, anyway."

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Lugnut stared at this Recluse for a moment. Hmmph, "Lord," was it?

Still...

"If Lord Megatron does not require my presence, it would be very satisfying to destroy Landel's body as violently as possible," he said, including himself in the plans without asking permission. Still, if Recluse didn't want him to hear them, he wouldn't have sat down so closely, would he?

[tartaros_avatar]

"Any body not dressed in worn or informal clothes would be enough of a match. And I do not care who does it, so long as it is done," Recluse said, looking over the larger Decepticon with cold red eyes. The man was even bigger than him. That was rare.

[haplesstracker]

"All the morgues I've seen had naked corpses," Scourge commented through a mouthful of sugar-soaked breakfast. "But I'm sure you could find someone to do it."

He swallowed. "We all want the guy's guts for bungees."

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"... 'Guts for bungees'?" Lugnut echoed, bemusedly, but nodded in agreement. "I'll do it, gladly, if my liege permits."

He'd bring Blitzwing, too. His wingmate would enjoy it.

[tartaros_avatar]

"Not all of them do." Most in Arachnos morgues never got more than a cursory autopsy, if that. "I doubt that Marcus, annoyingly righteous man that he is, will make it possible for me to do so myself, however much I might relish the idea." And he could probably be the most thorough out of anyone. He had his thermite, after all.

[haplesstracker]

"Bungees. The long bouncy things." Scourge holds up two fists in front of him and pantomimed tugging a stretchy cord.

Slag, Marcus. He'd forgotten about that idiot. "Why did you save him last night, anyway? We could have fed him to the zombies. Immortality's not so hot when you're inside someone's digestive system."

Lord Recluse mostly came across as your average, trustworthy tyrant, but the Statesman think made Scourge suspicious.

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"I know what they are," Lugnut growled, a bit miffed. "Can human organs really be used as them? Why would you want to?" It seemed rather gross, to him, all that organic gunk that humans seemed to be filled with.

Listening to the rest of the conversation, he said, lowly and mostly to himself, "Feeding Starscream to something. Hmm."

[tartaros_avatar]

"They can't be. Not enough elasticity." Not that he'd ever tried, of course, but they always tore quite easily.

"If I had seen an opportunity to do so without any chance of his survival, then I would have. Unfortunately, he tends to survive quite a lot of things, up to and including point-blank detonation of high-yield nuclear bombs." Something the Soviets had found out the irritating way.

And his hearing was more than good enough to note what Lugnut said. "There tend to be high concentrations of hostile creatures on the recreational field. Many of them can move quite fast. I'm sure they'd be more than willing to eat him."

[haplesstracker]

Scourge could have protested that they were all regular (mostly) humans now and that it would be far more likely that Statesman would be either dead or at least in enough pieces for it not to matter, but he was starting to get the feeling that any suggestions he made regarding Statesman were going to be shot down without a second thought. There was something else going on here

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A faint trace of a smile flitted across Lugnut's face. "I know about the monsters," he said, lowly, unconsciously touching the fading scars on his arm. "If his arms and legs were bound, he wouldn't be able to flee like the coward he is..."

He continued smiling to himself, imagining it, until Scourge said 'boss' and his head snapped around, glaring intently at the tracker. "You are a Decepticon. Lord Megatron is your commander, not this Recluse," he growled, with angry ferventness. "Do not forget it."

[tartaros_avatar]

"Duct tape would be the best readily available binding. The cloth here is too easy to shred." Recluse had of course thought about this quite a lot.

He'd been expecting this to happen at some point. "I've only been using Scourge while your Lord Megatron has no orders for him," Recluse said dryly, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. "I have already been in contact with him and this was not deemed to be a problem." In fact, it seemed as if he might soon be buying Scourge from Megatron.

[haplesstracker]

"No rule says I can't have a part time job," Scourge added with a resentful scowl. "Megatron hasn't even told me to do anything yet." Lugnut's Megatron was the polar opposite of his Galvatron--while Galvatron was wild, impulsive, and violent, Lugnut's Megatron never seemed to stop mulling things over long enough to make a plan of attack.