Apr 24, 2010 22:13
I'm going out for supplies. If you're trapped and need something, now's the time to ask.
brb exploring,
!gavin,
jak wry u do this,
patience is a warrior's greatest what,
#jenn jenn,
hey seagulls let's buzz 'em for kicks,
!damas,
crankypants,
!jinx,
!ironhide,
!hiccup
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... As you're being watched. Very closely. Just come a little closer.]
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He has no idea he's being watched.]
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Without warning, he charges out from what small amount of concealment he found, feet pounding the floor, and his head down. He runs straight for Jak, as if intending to trample him where he stands.]
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Jak drops his bag of tricks and flattens himself against the wall, whirling around, ready for a fight.
Whether he could even stand a chance in that fight was another thing entirely.]
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He sets himself, one hand braced against the ground. There's no shred of recognition in is optics, only the need to fight. Though, the shiny red thing in his helm probably has something to do with that.
He charges again, though slower, swinging a fist.]
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Jak had intended on running, but now he felt like he needed to stay. That thing had infected his best friend, and now it was infecting others; now Jak couldn't let it go.
Curling in on himself slightly, he grunts, then snarls as the Dark Eco bursts free. His skin is ashen, gnarled horns twisting from gray hair, pitch black eyes watching the charging robot as razor-sharp claws click together.
Bolts of lurid purple Dark Eco snap and crackle in the air around him.]
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He slows his approach, stopping a few yards away to pace in front of the organic, snarling like an animal. He hesitates a moment longer before launching himself forward, driving a fist toward the enemy's midsection.]
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The movement is sudden and fast, and the fist lands squarely against Jak's torso. Gasping as pain shudders up his ribcage, he growls and grabs the arm, digging his claws in and tearing with them, trying to sever lines and peel back metal.]
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Decepticon.
He feels the claws tearing at his arm, working into the seams between plating, and roars. He flings his arm sideways, and brings the other hand down, attempting to squash the pest.]
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Ironhide.
And this is not like the Ironhide he knew. That gem was definitely controlling him.
Hissing as the arm is swung around, Jak lets go and darts for the gap between Ironhide's legs, aiming for his back. It worked for Daxter, let's hope it works here.]
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[His voice is lower, grating as if from disuse. The word is uttered with such disdain, it's practically tangible. He's fully prepared to smash the annoyance when, suddenly, it's gone.
He's slow to turn around, his size, bad hip, and previous brawls telling on him. He's tiring.]
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Jak doesn't respond to the taunt, leaping up and digging in his claws as he scrabbles up the Autobot's back. He should be out of reach now. He hopes.
But what now?]
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Ironhide, however, snarls, twisting wildly to impede progress. He knocks a shoulder into the wall, then, backs toward it. Scrape off the enemy, crush him against the wall.]
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The slam of Ironhide's shoulder against the wall almost knocks him off, but he holds on tight and growls.]
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All the same, it sends him staggering away from the wall. He reaches back instead, to grab at the offending organic.]
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Clawing his way to Ironhide's shoulders, Jak sends another pulse of Dark Eco directly through him to keep him distracted while he reaches around for that gem on Ironhide's forehead.]
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