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[dirge]

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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[dirge]

"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?"

lol prefect

[not_a_ghost]

"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.

[dirge]

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.

[not_a_ghost]

"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."

[dirge]

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?"

[not_a_ghost]

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."

[dirge]

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.

[not_a_ghost]

"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.

[dirge]

"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."

[not_a_ghost]

"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."