june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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[knaval]

[the apathy that had taken hold instantly dissipates and riptide feels his chest thrumming with anxiety again.]

It-- it's gone! I won't rem... just leave me alone!

[sparkwhisperer]

Allow me to refresh your memory.

[He smirks as a tremor begins spreading over Riptide's frame.]

Tarn, Commander of the Decepticon Justice Division. Sounding familiar yet? Need we examine alternative methods?

[knaval]

I know who you are!

[he winces when tarn mentions alternate methods.]

Y-- you can't! Not again!

[sparkwhisperer]

Then saying the word should be simple. Come, Riptide, just one word.

[Tarn's finger's curl around Riptide's shoulders as he holds him steady, pulling him flush with his own frame. A cool wash of air from his vents brushes the Autobot's armor.]

You're correct, I can't kill you. But, I certainly can make you wish that I had.

[knaval]

I can't! I don't remember it!

[he feels a bit weird when tarn pulls him in. not good weird. swimmy and unsteady weird.]

[sparkwhisperer]

You will remember it by the time i am through with you.

[Tarn doesn't even try to disguise the threat as anything else. By now his mask is digging cruelly against Riptide's audio-- his voice just barely beginning to pitch down...]

[knaval]

Nnh--

[he wants to say no, to tell tarn it doesn't work like that. he doesn't, though, because this is far too much and he doesn't know if his vision is going black around the edges because of tarn or because he's-- is that tarn's claw digging into his chest or anxiety?

we just don't know.]

[sparkwhisperer]

[Tarn's gaze sharpens as Riptide begins to waver on his feet, optics going dim.]

Pay attention, now, Riptide. I would hate to have to repeat myself.

[His voice has let up, but he doesn't sound any less deadly]

[knaval]

[he leans back slightly against the wall for support.]

Am!

[GOOD JOB SHARK BOY YOU MANAGED TO BARK OUT A SINGLE SYLLABLE WITHOUT THROWING UP.]

[sparkwhisperer]

You certainly don't seem to be.

[Tarn grabs hold of Riptide's face as he tries to shrink back against he wall, forcing him to meet his burning optics. The gouged metal of Tarn's mask is only a hair away from Riptide's face.]

Look at me while I'm speaking to you.

[knaval]

[stare deep into his dimming optics, tarn. stare deep into them and enjoy the terror.

in fact, riptide's optics widen so much it looks like they're about to pop out their sockets.

then... he loses consciousness. good job, tarn. his head falls forward and donks onto that mask.]

[sparkwhisperer]

[Tarn grunts as Riptide's forehead connects with his mask. For a moment he finds himself holding the Autobot's limp frame before he unceremoniously lets him crumple to the ground.

Useless. Utterly useless.

Tarn sighs, shaking his head in disbelief before he turns to leave the Autobot crumpled in the hall. It's not worth his time to press the matter any further. That certainly is one way to end a conversation.]

Very clever, Riptide...