Ravage had gotten rather tired of being cooped up in Elita's room, and antsy. He's a kitty after all, and he was definitely in need of some room to stretch his legs. And to kill things. It had been far too long since he'd actually had a good and decent kill, and not something that was a squishy animal. So Ravage waited. He had patience, even though he was good and ready to be out and about. He had half a mind to simply kill Elita and leave that way, but he knew that would cause more problems than anything else. So instead he waited until Elita forgot to lock the door behind her, and slipped out that way. Sure, he had had to wait nearly a month for that, but in the end his patience was rewarded and he was free. 

As opposed to a tiny cassette, Ravage had chosen an alt mode that he could actually transform into. This was not something many knew, in fact, upon reflection he was unsure if he had actually told anyone at all. Granted the alt was rather humiliating, but the black cat didn't care at this point - at least the tiny black Smart Car was mobile and less tiring than RUNNING everywhere. 

Ravage waited until the black of night to drive into town and prowl around, back in his sleek black cat mode (which he preferred). It wasn't long until he found a place to hide, and a rather upscale bar to send his holo inside. Ravage grinned maliciously, razor sharp teeth clicking together decisively as he hacked the security system and remotely locked the doors of the club. 

The electrical fire was easy for the holo to start, and the resulting screams were /joyous/. Granted- he didn't maul anyone directly. In fact, this would be almost impossible to trace back to him at all! But- the screams, the sheer howls of pain and terror were /so/ worth every second.

Tomorrow night promised to be equally exciting. He could hardly wait.

*cuuuuuurls on Soundwave's berth, pleased. His claws are nice and pointy sharp now, thanks to sharpening them on Soundwave's berth....which is now a shredded mess. :D!*

*He's currently lounging in Soundwave's room high atop a shelf, gazing loftily around at his surroundings. The room is in complete disarray, looking as though a tornado has gone through. There is the remains of a mouse on the floor, nore than likely the culprit of the rooms supposed ransacking, at least, in Ravages mind thats how it went. He couldn't possibly be the one who caused all the ruckus! He was simply trying to get the mouse out of Soundwave's room, and he had succeeded.

In addition to the mess, Ravage has successfully cleared the shelf he is currently laying on of all objects, the previous occupants of the shelf laying on the floor below him in a broken little pile. He waited patient for Soundwave to come back and congratulate him on a mission accomplished.* 

....D:

>.< !!! -.- >.> <.<

;.; !!!


..... ~~~~ !!!!!!!!!!!

*is happily flinging his plushie about, playing with it to his little sparks content. It gets thrown across his room, and he crouchs, butt in the air and head nearly on his paws, then - POUNCE! He has been so distracted by this he -nearly- forgot his gift to Soundwave - another dead rat in front of his creators door. There also may or not be a live one in for Buzzsaw to play with also*