#predacons terrorise | 🦖 rp interactions

[tyrannical-t-rex]

There's a faint knocking at the door of the Darksyde. He's not even certain Megatron would want this, but then, everyone likes a present, right? His wings buzz against his back, anxious nerves making his shift uneasily.

There was silence for a few moments before the grand door opened, revealing a very, admittedly tired, predacon leader.

His red optics scanned in front of him then down at the green bot right there. Shaking like a leaf in the wings it seemed.

"Ah- waspinator," Megatron began in that almost taunting voice of his. "It seems you have decided to show your face around here again, I thought you hated it here?" He scoffed. He's bitter.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

Megatron must have loosened his grip on her at some point during the conversation between the two. Having been so lost in the back and forth chatter as he listened and held her so carefully. The most careful he's probably been in his long tiring life.

He was wide eyed at the tap to his nasal ridge but even more speechless at the way she cupped his chin before leaving. Why did he not smack away the gesture?! What was wrong with him..?

"I- farewell?" Was all he managed to say as he watched her fly off.

She wanted him to return? Was that what she really just said? He thought for a moment with a sigh. If she did- it might actually be serious business or another calm conversation. Either way he needs to return to here un noticed.

And absolutely he will not speak a word of this encounter when he returns to base. Absolutely secrecy...

@tyrannical-t-rex

" A shame that so many dinosaurs were so over specialized and full of ego they all went instinct no-?" Preens smugly," Unlike their cousin birds. "

[tyrannical-t-rex]

@air-razor

"Too small didn't read-"

Really he didn't think to read them.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

🌻

"Isn't pretending to be a police officer a felony?"

[tyrannical-t-rex]

It’s a shame he’s good looking. Everything else is awful. Do this, do that, blah blah blah. He’s so obsessed with the Golden Disks and Dinobot and Primal that he has no idea of the opportunity we’ve been handed! This planet is fascinating, a true paradise environment that we could bend to our will, shape the local population of, even colonize— but nooo. What a waste of my time!

"Oh I wonder what cowardly mech this could be." There's a huff before a brief dial up. How dare they compliment then throw it down the drain.

He has plans! He swears! Just- he's got to eliminate those who may ruin those plans first! Have his lovely assistants work on the other things while he's a little head over heels for a bot he dare not say the name of not even to himself sometimes.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

"You not being obedient only adds to the fun, yesss~" Megatron would grin, almost smug at his ideas.

"Perhaps chain you too, but I like you feisty."

"If you were uh- tiny, I would cage you for my amusement." In his arms. Yeah..

- @tyrannical-t-rex

"Really? How intriguing. I don't think you'd find I was a very obedient pet however, dearest Megatron." Oh he was curious though. The suggestion of a cage was both intriguing and arousing.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

" Megatron. I, have what might seem an odd question for you." Air Razor had piped up after a few minutes of reading with him.

Glad that he'd returned after not feeling well.

Megatron had paused, humming as his attention was grabbed by the femme. He looked up at her, optics gazing at her with curiosity to what she was about to ask.

"I'm sure it's not that strange of a question if it's about the book-"

He replied, placing a digit between the page he was reading and closing it temporarily.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

He has gone to search out the cretin, himself, all his armor ruffled and out of sorts. "Megatron! I know you are there. Come out."

Or did he? Megatron knows well enough that he tries to make his usual location unpredictable by now but to also be on alert in the occasion he is being followed by unwanted company. while Dinobot was focusing on where he thought Megatron was, there was a heavy snap on the ground behind the former predacon and soon the warm breathing of a larger and heavier being behind him. It was Megatron of course, in his beast mode and highly unamused.

“Leave. Now.”

okay… certainly he is not up for whatever Dinobot has to offer at the current moment…

[tyrannical-t-rex]

He has a box in his arms, helm swinging back and forth in an attempt to locate the Predacon leader. "Megatron!"

Optics shot open from his resting state, the t-rex getting up and standing alert. It seems to have come outside and near his abode.

It was a familiar voice that made the mech grimace slightly. Great. What did he want now? To prod at him and slander?

Despite those first thoughts, he snuck out of his cave and sniffed out the other bots scent till spotting him through the foliage. He had to squint to notice there's something in his hold.

"What? What do you want." He spoke up with a huff, transforming into his root mode and walking out to greet him.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

"Impossibile. The mech is too stubborn. But thanks for the effort." His tone wasn't clear and rattrap can interpret that however he likes.

"Ey, somebody go tell Inferno we found somebody new for him to worship!"

[tyrannical-t-rex]

He gives you this

"Um- what the frag is this."

Is it some sort of toy..?

Whatever it is, Megatron notices it has liquid in it. Perhaps it's one of those fancy drinks of sorts. So he opens it and drinks the liquid before gagging and regretting his decision.

He's on his hands and knees coughing out foam and bubbles.

"Mirage.... Why...."

He should have spent more time looking at the box.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

(@rxng) "Don't you want a little light of your own?"

That is- a tough question for the mech. If he was honest and didn't lie, he would admit that he had at least thought on the subject once or twice. But he had doubts about himself and just- the thought of rebellion from his own offspring was the worst-case scenario that he didn't want to see play out. "I find it strange that you would ask me that," The mech started, contemplating an answer. truth or half-truth, what will it be when speaking to order himself? "We keep this between ourselves but I have thought of it. But do I want it? it is uncertainty. A maybe. why do you ask?"

[tyrannical-t-rex]

Starter for @metallightningbug

"Fascinating..." The predacon leader started, observing the insecticon. He's well aware of who this could be but how is he here?

"What brings history to my doorstep? Are you perhaps offering yourself over to the beastwars or am I talking to a ghost?" Red optics simply narrowed as he awaited an answer.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

"What a tempting offer, yesss~ perhaps you could meet me at a later date when you're less intoxicated and I can show you."

There was a grin from the shorter mech before he pinged a nice little reminder to tarn. An address also attached.

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"What does a little ol' purple mech with two glossas gotta do to get your attention?"

- @tyrannical-t-rex

Meme | Accepting

"You can start by showing me just what those two glossas can do."

[tyrannical-t-rex]

When it comes, it's likely a shock to him.

After several afternoons spent with smiles and laughter. After discussion of characters but reviled and beloved among their favorite novels. After she had teased him so gently.

That the grip of her talons is still sharp. The heat of her flame still searing.

Her wings a bristling danger. Green optics a baleful red-gold as she descends on him from where he'd called up to her. Her hunched form breaking into jarring motion at his voice.

Trying to take him to the ground as her voice pops and clicks of croaking curses at him, demanding death or submission. Her movements jerking; like a puppet on weak string as her wings try to batter him. Her right one looks rusted, the wound at the joint spreading. And even now a few feathers fall off it, orange and ichor stained. Her beak clicking near his helm.

Today was just supposed to be another one of those afternoons. The type of afternoon where they would sit together and chat over anything like a book. Her company was some he grew almost fond of despite the persistent doubt in the back of his processor. Doubt of her intentions being good. But multiple times- she's made him question it- she's too kind for her own good.

Hoping today to talk to her about a finding of his, he called out to her seeing that she wasn't sat waiting for him on the ground. And even more unusual it was too quiet and he felt stalked.

His instincts told him to look up, and he did when it was too late, he was pounced on.

He staggered but it wasn't enough to fall.

"GET OFF-" He demanded, a little panicked by this change in airazor. He struggled against the beating of her wings, a servo working to pry her off while the head he held in his other servo bit into her side as an attempt to pull her away.

It was too chaotic for him to notice the change in her optics But- he did have a feeling that this is something to do with that bad wing of hers... Surely she'll stop soon. Right?

He had no time to think about that however as he was literally fighting for his life against the crazed bird who is threatening him.

"Dammit-! Pull yourself together! It's me for primus' sake!"

[tyrannical-t-rex]

Here comes Tarantulas, up from lurking in the undercaverns and creeping across the wall. He drops to the floor to unfold into bipedal mode before trying to get Megatron's attention, at least.

"Megatron! We need to talk!"

Megatron seemed occupied doing something with the head of his alt mode. However he paused. There was an unamused expression on both the dinosaur 's head and his own faceplates as he heard who wanted his attention and to talk.

"What is it? It better be important otherwise I ask you to leave me."