Something CUTE This Way Comes!
Characters: SG Ravage
Content: Nice or not, these Autobots were, well... still Autobots, and Ravage was feeling a little too weirded out and restless to docilely follow them home.
Location: Middle of the city, in a curious pumpkin patch
Time of day: Late afternoon
Warnings: None
Status: Active
Uncharacteristically quiet, Ravage had taken the opportunity as everyone headed for the Autobot base to slip away. The Not-Bad-Optimus was still... kinda scary and weird, and the thought of wandering into a whole base potentially full of Autobots was more than a little intimidating for the white cat-con.
Oh, they all seemed nice enough, talking pleasantly amongst themselves, sharing jokes, and not a single threat or thrown punch amidst them all throughout the whole walk - he'd shadowed them, even after slipping away, at least for a while - but... They were all still Autobots. Autobots were tricksy, and Ravage was missing his brothers and Sir Soundwave very, very much.
It was all well and good to sneak into a familiar Autobot base and pester his VERY BFF Steeljaw, and sneak around and spy for Sir Soundwave, but this was.... this was NOT his familiar Autobot base and these Autobots were so odd, with their Decepticon-like consideration and courtesy. Ravage knew that he would have to get over his discomfort sometime, but... well... maybe he could put that off just a little bit longer.
Besides, there was this odd, nagging sensation, urging him to go wander. Go sneak about and have a look-see all around. Ever curious, Ravage had no trouble at all bowing to that subtle, silent urging, following it's pull deeper and deeper into the city after he'd finally left the Autobots to continue on their way.
The city was so quiet, still so empty. A few times, Ravage tripped across the path of other predators and scavengers. A scuttle of turbo-rats, some weird, bladey thing that looked like a longer, thinner version of himself, all done up in silver and black - it had run, hissing and howling, tail tucked between it's back legs when Ravage had smacked it hard across the nose with a closed paw, but Ravage had caught answering howls not too far off, and had made himself scarce quick after that, by climbing up a wall onto a rooftop - and a scattering of little, buzzing insecticon things that flitted about here and there, dodging the snapping jaws of a turbofox that leaped up after them. Other mechs, though, were conspicuous in their absence, except for a very few signs of having passed that way before.
Ravage could detect the faint, fading scent of another mech, and down one street, there was a huge... dead... thing sprawled across the street, it's body torn open and a thick, heavy energon oozing in congealed splatters onto the metal ground. It was very cold, though, and scavengers had already started picking over the carcass, cutting into softer bits of its plating and digging out choice fuel lines. Not the best energon, Ravage concluded after a bit of a snack, himself, but it would ease the growing ache in his tanks.
Still, the restlessness pulled him onward, still deeper into the city. Without anyone to grumble and growl at him for his antics, he quickly found himself leaping about, bouncing from wall to ground to wall again as he dashed down deserted streets and empty alleys. It felt good to be free like this, without a care, without Megatron or Starscream to sigh mournfully at him as he yowled loudly just to listen to the way it echoed against the buildings! As he skidded to a halt after bursting out of an alley, Ravage tried hard to remember the last time he'd had this much fun, and was hard pressed to come up with anything!
Panting gleefully, he sat, tail primly curled around his flanks as he lifted one paw up to wash his face. Cheerful yellow optics flicked across the courtyard he found himself in, casually taking in the sights... of hundreds upon hundreds of weird... orange... balls!
The whole place was covered in them! All sorts of shapes! Some oblong, some fat and round, some thin and lumpy, and many different shades of orange, but all of them some variation of that hue, and each of them with a weird green or brown stem poking up from the top!
// What's this!? // he yowled excitedly, optics huge as he swept his gaze from one edge of the patch to the other. // What what what!?? Have to SEE! // With a bound, he leaped toward the scattering of weird, orange orbs, landing in a small circle of several choice, round, fat ones. Ears pricked forward, he immediately leaned down to take a long sniff, fangs gleaming as he prepared to pick one up in his mouth.
Content: Nice or not, these Autobots were, well... still Autobots, and Ravage was feeling a little too weirded out and restless to docilely follow them home.
Location: Middle of the city, in a curious pumpkin patch
Time of day: Late afternoon
Warnings: None
Status: Active
Uncharacteristically quiet, Ravage had taken the opportunity as everyone headed for the Autobot base to slip away. The Not-Bad-Optimus was still... kinda scary and weird, and the thought of wandering into a whole base potentially full of Autobots was more than a little intimidating for the white cat-con.
Oh, they all seemed nice enough, talking pleasantly amongst themselves, sharing jokes, and not a single threat or thrown punch amidst them all throughout the whole walk - he'd shadowed them, even after slipping away, at least for a while - but... They were all still Autobots. Autobots were tricksy, and Ravage was missing his brothers and Sir Soundwave very, very much.
It was all well and good to sneak into a familiar Autobot base and pester his VERY BFF Steeljaw, and sneak around and spy for Sir Soundwave, but this was.... this was NOT his familiar Autobot base and these Autobots were so odd, with their Decepticon-like consideration and courtesy. Ravage knew that he would have to get over his discomfort sometime, but... well... maybe he could put that off just a little bit longer.
Besides, there was this odd, nagging sensation, urging him to go wander. Go sneak about and have a look-see all around. Ever curious, Ravage had no trouble at all bowing to that subtle, silent urging, following it's pull deeper and deeper into the city after he'd finally left the Autobots to continue on their way.
The city was so quiet, still so empty. A few times, Ravage tripped across the path of other predators and scavengers. A scuttle of turbo-rats, some weird, bladey thing that looked like a longer, thinner version of himself, all done up in silver and black - it had run, hissing and howling, tail tucked between it's back legs when Ravage had smacked it hard across the nose with a closed paw, but Ravage had caught answering howls not too far off, and had made himself scarce quick after that, by climbing up a wall onto a rooftop - and a scattering of little, buzzing insecticon things that flitted about here and there, dodging the snapping jaws of a turbofox that leaped up after them. Other mechs, though, were conspicuous in their absence, except for a very few signs of having passed that way before.
Ravage could detect the faint, fading scent of another mech, and down one street, there was a huge... dead... thing sprawled across the street, it's body torn open and a thick, heavy energon oozing in congealed splatters onto the metal ground. It was very cold, though, and scavengers had already started picking over the carcass, cutting into softer bits of its plating and digging out choice fuel lines. Not the best energon, Ravage concluded after a bit of a snack, himself, but it would ease the growing ache in his tanks.
Still, the restlessness pulled him onward, still deeper into the city. Without anyone to grumble and growl at him for his antics, he quickly found himself leaping about, bouncing from wall to ground to wall again as he dashed down deserted streets and empty alleys. It felt good to be free like this, without a care, without Megatron or Starscream to sigh mournfully at him as he yowled loudly just to listen to the way it echoed against the buildings! As he skidded to a halt after bursting out of an alley, Ravage tried hard to remember the last time he'd had this much fun, and was hard pressed to come up with anything!
Panting gleefully, he sat, tail primly curled around his flanks as he lifted one paw up to wash his face. Cheerful yellow optics flicked across the courtyard he found himself in, casually taking in the sights... of hundreds upon hundreds of weird... orange... balls!
The whole place was covered in them! All sorts of shapes! Some oblong, some fat and round, some thin and lumpy, and many different shades of orange, but all of them some variation of that hue, and each of them with a weird green or brown stem poking up from the top!
// What's this!? // he yowled excitedly, optics huge as he swept his gaze from one edge of the patch to the other. // What what what!?? Have to SEE! // With a bound, he leaped toward the scattering of weird, orange orbs, landing in a small circle of several choice, round, fat ones. Ears pricked forward, he immediately leaned down to take a long sniff, fangs gleaming as he prepared to pick one up in his mouth.