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Who: Dirge and whoever is brave enough to get near him while he's eating.
When: After Dirge talked to Sam about tomatoes and murder.
Where: A restaurant.
What: Dirge is hungry and super unnerved. Sounds like a great time to bug him!
Warnings: Dirge. Always warn for Dirge.

Dirge's meeting with the Sam human had left him feeling a bad combination of irritated, worried, and very very hungry. Fortunately, he could at least fix that last one by heading to a restaurant and goring himself on free food. The jet's digestive system was a little different than most other cybertronian's. On account of an experiment headed by a rogue Shockwave in far away Axiom Nexus, Dirge was gifted with a tank that could process nearly anything. Organic matter, metals, energon-- if he could fit down his throat he could digest it. Eventually. Not to say that his systems always appreciated it. Especially the tougher materials...

The clone was particularly delighted to find that the restaurant served organic food as well as energon. To the confusion of the cybertronian staff, he proceeded to order from both menus, indicating at least five different dishes to start with. If anyone were to venture in later they'd find him hard at work consuming whatever was on a vast number of plates in front of him, with empty ones stacked up on the side and occasionally muttering something about 'witches' or 'ghosts'.

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Sirrah was not a creature that needed to feed in the conventional sense. Unlike the robotic and organic inhabitants of the world she got her sustenance by being near other living beings. And so finding places where people often spent a lot of time was a good way to fill up on a little extra energy.

And so she found herself at the restaurant. Spotting Dirge was just an amusing bonus. Invisible but for two glowing points of red she trotted across the Cybertronian counter, hopped tables, and made her way to where Dirge sat, indulging himself with the oddest assortment of fuels and foods she'd seen anyone attempt to consume.

Taking a seat by one of his empty plates she materialized, gazing up at the giant bot. She was tiny compared to him, no bigger than a typical organic house cat. In person the wispy nature of her appearance would be more apparent. She looks like she's soft and fluffy...and like she's made of smoke.

"Enjoying your meal, Tael'ip?"

Eventually Dirge turns to toss yet another empty plate on the pile, visibly startled by the sudden appearance of a whispy, red-eyed feline. But he's seen this creature before, hasn't he? It was on the network through the communications drone he'd tried to break.

"You're a lot smaller than I imagined," the clone remarks, wondering if his talon would pass right through if he tried to poke her. The smokey quality of her body is almost mesmerizing... He uses the talon instead to spear something that looks like it came out of Earth's oceans, squishy and riddled with tentacles.

"Oh, yes~" he says, consuming it in one bite and sucking the juice from his claw. "It's free, it's delicious, and they say I can have as much as I want." Something the staff may regret telling him as soon as they find out just how much food he can hold.

"What does 'Tael'ip' mean?"

"Mmm, yes, I get that often." People seem surprised by her size. But size was never an issue for her. Energy moved differently that normal, tangible mass, she wasn't limited on where she could go based on size, or even the form she'd chosen to take. She just liked this fluffy look, and so she appeared as it.

She smiles up at him, yes, the cat face is capable of smiling. "It means 'odd one' in my native tongue. And you, my fine Cybertronian specimen, are odd indeed."

"So I've been told," Dirge replies, leaning in closer to inspect the cat-like creature. He lifts a talon and pokes it into her chest, eager to see if his claw will go right through.

"Don't suppose you've changed your mind about that whole power thing, have you?"

"I am sorry, Tael'ip. I'm very particular on those I share my power with. You will have to be mine if I'm to let you have my power."

She looks down at his claw as it goes into her chest. He'll feel a mild sensation that goes all the way through his finger, like a light electrical current. Won't hurt, and it's very soft, but there.

And to be really ornery, when he lifts his claw she'll...lift with it as though impaled. Clearly she's uninjured, she's just...going with it.

He can understand that, but it doesn't make him any less determined to have power without belonging to anyone. He huffs a little through his vents though, once again adopting a pouty expression.

He can't keep it up though, as she rises with his talon, appearing to be skewered straight through the transparent-ish chest. He stares at his claw, feeling the tiny bit of sensation, obviously intrigued by the performance.

"Can you go through anything?" he asks, moving his finger from side to side a little.

"I can." She climbs up to sit on his finger, no longer skewered on his talon. He can turn her upside down and she'll remain where she is as though right-side up. "It's easy to do when your form is not truly physical."

Frag, he was afraid of that. It meant containing her would be nearly impossible. How did one trap something that could float through objects?

"Yes, you said it was energy. Does that mean you can be conducted like energy? Through a wire or a device?"

Well...there were ways to contain her, but she wasn't about to tell him the spells necessary for that.

"I can, though a conduction device isn't necessary."

He brings her up close to his face, red optics studying her hungrily. If he only he could spear her and suck her off his talon like an appetizer...

"I've never tried to catch something like you before," Dirge remarks, sounding half frustrated and half excited. "I can tell its going to be very difficult."

He plucks a cherry from a huge sundae and drops it onto her head.

"And a challenge you'll certainly take, I see."

She lets it sit on her head. "Oh, why thank you for the gift, Tael'ip. I will cherish it." She's just messing with him, though it's hard to tell in her tone.

"Taking is what I do, after all," Dirge responds with a snicker.

"It's not a gift." One wing twitches behind him at the very thought. "It's a garnish. For when I eventually consume you."

"Oooo, and you think you can? This shall be entertaining."

She stands, giving him a wicked grin. "I will so gladly take your gift, though, whatever you wish to call it."

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/key words relevant? XD

XD yours and my previous, yes

lol prefect

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