[Accidental Video]

[transitioner]

[Another random camera - or maybe the same one from before, it's hard to tell - catches Death walking about along some street. There is a constant pattering sound quite separate from the clattering steps of his bony feet. And . . . is that a trail of brightly colorful stones? If one didn't know better, one would think they look like Skittles. Either he's walking along them a single-line path of them or . . . no . . . no, they must be coming FROM him - they're only behind, none ahead.]

[Death finally pauses, skull tilting downward toward the street as he seems to look around...and spot the trail he's leaving. He doesn't exactly sigh - he hasn't any lungs - but there's clearly a long-suffering impression before he turns to continue wordlessly on his way.]

[Looks like someone's been turned into a pooping-candy dispenser.]

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[Accidental Video]

[mercury_gaze]

[She sees this sight, and it just so....odd that...she doesn’t quite catch a snerk. She feels your frustration, she’s got the same trail leaving a mess of candy behind her too.]

[dirge]

[Dirge has been following several candy trails for a while now, picking them up with whatever pair of arms will behave. Most of them are long and twisty and he hasn't managed to figure out where they are coming from....

...until now. His wings raise high on his back at just the EM field coming off whatever is around the corner. But he has to know. It might be full of more candy. Slowly, he peeks out from the wall of an alleyway.]

...!

[If he had a spark it would be pounding at the sight of the opticless cybertronian drifting just ahead of a candy trail. As it is, the jet backs up a few steps in shock, back banging against the other wall, scraping a paint streak from his wings.]

Ow~!