[RL in the Underworld--A pomeranian does not Cerebus make, really.]

[death_chopper]

[It's been a while since Blackout's been human, even longer since he's been in Hades' underworld, and longer still since he's had to die to get there. He shivers off the ethereal discomfort of the fact and kicks out at a couple of shades creeping too close for comfort, before making his way to Hades' home. He was listening intently for the high-

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[crusherhatesyou]

[Bonecrusher, the cutest and most lovable Pomeranian to ever be artificially created out of a Decepticon, is busy taking out his frustration on everything around him. This? This form? No, this is unacceptable. Unfortunately, every Transformer he's been able to contact sucks. So, to try and calm himself down, Bonecrusher takes to chasing, snapping at, and barking at everything within his range - moving and unmoving alike.

Yeah. This sucks.]

[death_chopper]

[Thankfully enough, it makes him easy to find, and Blackout localizes the noise with little difficulty. Careful to stay well away from the pool of the dead in front of the building, he walks right into the God of Death's home like he belongs there.

...And doesn't remember it nearly as well as he would have hoped, the memories blurred by the human version of high grade. Hmm. He'd have to do this the 'wandering around' way, then.

He starts poking his head into rooms, looking for the source of the barking.]

[crusherhatesyou]

[One thing that Bonecrusher can at least semi-tolerate (in his own, hateful way) is that dog-hearing isn't that bad. Actually, it's pretty slagging good, so he can hear someone tromping around.

He barrels out of the room he had been being annoying in, pinpoints the source of the intrusion, and tries to say, "Who the frag are you and are you going to do anything to help me out here?"

Instead, all that comes out is angry, high-pitched yapping.

Slag.]

[death_chopper]

[--Well, that was easier than he'd hoped. He crosses his arms and looks down at the little dog, one eyebrow arched (not that the human expression would mean much to him, in all likelihood).] You look just like Scorponok the first time he was changed like this.

I think he handled it better.

[death_chopper]

[Lenient though he was feeling where the Deceptidog was concerned, there was only so much yapping Blackout could take before he could feel his irritation building to dangerous levels. Unceremoniously, he shut the dog in one of the rooms of the house and, finally, went looking for Hades.]

[death_chopper]

[Finds him eventually, watching for a moment with something like-- No, that's definitely amusement.] Enjoying yourself?