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I am no longer

A good monster; I have lost

My taste for the wound

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There's a digit tracing his mask. "Now, I got a question for you. ..how is this comfortable? Take it off-"

"One, why are you concerned with my comfort level? And two," Tarn complains, trying to lean away from Overlord's invasive touch-- the mech smells, quite frankly, like the swill that sticks to the very bottom of the barrel, and Tarn certainly doesn't know or want to know why. "I am not taking my mask off. Stop being childish."

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somehow when I close my eyes

I wanted to see the way the earth

could have toppled, spilling

it’s wild blue across my darkness

I wanted to see

what your eyes would look like

when you fell apart

again and again

—The Hollow Quiet

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How was the opera? Was it good? Hope there were no disastrous chandeliers crashing

Okay but actually can you imagine being a guy in the audience at the opera house, and then an evil ghost interrupts the show and kills someone? There is a crowd full of people who will never have the context to understand what the fuck happened. You’re like visiting relatives from out of town, so obviously you go to the theater, and there’s this new musical showing you’ve never heard of, and then during one of the first numbers, the lead actress gets kidnapped on stage mid-song.

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{ best-head} "See how much nicer it is when we do things my way?"

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“Nicer? Hardly. It took twice as long as it should have, and we have precious little to show for it,” Tarn grumbles, absently worrying the loose end of a tread in his claws. “Gathering evidence indirectly like this may be more covert, but if you had allowed me to blockade the mech in his place of residence and persuade him personally, you would have had direct results far faster.”

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“No! No, you’re not supposed to come in. Go away, you pustulant boob—“

There’s really no better way to get Damus to come down from his pedestal than to do something he doesn’t like. Overlord certainly excels at it.

The duster tank darts across the small courtyard to try his best at pushing Overlord back out through the gateway, engine gunning angrily as he digs his clawed pedes into the ground and shoves. “You’re so annoying!”

"Tarrrrrrn- where are youuuuu, Tarn, I got a present for ya~"

“Go away, Overlord,” Tarn shouts back over the wall. “I don’t care about any present and I don’t care to see you, either.”

Really, he means to keep Overlord away from Megatron. Lately, the mech seemed… agitated, and knowing Overlord, he’d only exacerbate the tense mood.

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{ @trustme-imamedic }

Sorry dear here's your curly straw

Tarn stares directly at Pharma as he takes the offered straw primly between two claws to stick it in the Sippy cup.

“Thank you, poppet. Very kind of you.”

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"Tarrrrrrn- where are youuuuu, Tarn, I got a present for ya~"

“Go away, Overlord,” Tarn shouts back over the wall. “I don’t care about any present and I don’t care to see you, either.”

Really, he means to keep Overlord away from Megatron. Lately, the mech seemed… agitated, and knowing Overlord, he’d only exacerbate the tense mood.

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“I asked for a glass of white wine. I am handed a Sippy cup of apple juice. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.”

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“The Justice Division is made up of more agents, ship hands, technicians, and specialists than just the five of us. And we’re always happy to take on new members, if you think you’re up to snuff. I will warn you though, I am rigorous in regards to application paperwork and background checks.”

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Grabs you.

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“I am not having a fit,” Tarn hisses, absolutely having a fit. Look at him, he’s practically stamping his foot like a little kid.

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INTERROGATION SENTENCE STARTERS: "BAD COP":

"The more you freak out, the faster you’re going to bleed. Calm down."

"Shhh. Breathe. We both know I'm going to hurt you anyway, so there's really no point in freaking out about it."

"Still not talking, huh? We'll see how long that lasts."

"This might hurt a bit."

"Oh, I’m gonna take good care of you. Don’t you worry."

"You should get that looked at.”

"Still feeling rebellious? Or are you ready to start listening?"

"Hm. Might have overdone it, that time. You still with me?"

"Stay still, and don't make this worse for yourself."

"Try it, if you like - but you won't like what happens next."

"I'll like it more if you resist, of course, but you'll like it a lot less."

“Oh, good, you’re awake. Thought I lost you for a minute there.”

"Learned your lesson, yet?"

“’I did warn you not to do that. But you had to go and give it a try anyway, didn't you?”

"Does this hurt? No? How about this?"

"I wouldn’t do that, if I were you."

"Oh, by all means, go ahead. Give me an excuse to hurt you more."

"See how much nicer it is when we do things my way?"

"So you can follow instructions, after all. That's good to know."

"We can keep doing this all night."

"There we go. I knew you had it in you."

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Tired as he is, Tarn nonetheless forced himself up and awake.

Awful. Being on a planet with a steady schedule and a sun close enough to have a day/night cycle is terrible.

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{ @best-head } Staaaaaaaare. He has been standing there for a very long time.

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And Prowl can very much continue to stand right there, as far as Tarn is concerned, as Megatron ceded this courtyard and the surrounding wing of the Dormitory to the Justice Division as their new planetside base of operations.

He flexes his arm, dual fusion cannons shifting on their mounting before settling in place again. Tarn does not bother to muffle the irritated pitch of his engine— the former Enforcer is interrupting drills. “Tell your Prime we’re not interested in whatever pitch you’ve come to make for him.”

Behind him, Tesarus shoves a servo over Helex’s face as the two of them try to eavesdrop instead of continuing to wrestle.

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"Taaaarn- Tarn, won't you come here a moment?"

Tarn wants, so badly, to not give in to Pharma when she calls him like a dog. He’s not going to heel, damn it all; he’s supposed to be the one holding her leash, not the other way around.

And yet he still slinks out from the dimly-lit office, optics squinted through the openings in his mask with irritation at being interrupted (and also because of the overhead light).

“What.”

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she let me hit because she loves the way the moonlight ominously spills through the stained glass windows of my evil lair…