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re_alignment2012-09-11 10:34 am
inferiordude) wrote in re_alignment2012-09-11 10:34 am
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[Leaning back, slumped in a chair is Soundwave. He's holding his keytar close, slowly strumming bits of music into it. Yet, none of it is its usual cheer, the upbeat determination that he usually plays.
As he presses the keys, playing the morose tune, the holograms from his keytar form a display of crystal plants attempting to emerge from the floor by his feet. But they gray out, crumble, and turn to ash. Something trying to live, but expiring quickly.]
It doesn't matter. Does it.
I'm just gonna sit here, and listen. All that noise in my head, comin' in. Every beat, every rhythm. In and out. I can't stop that. Each one, new and different. So. Much. Sound.
...
Don't come lookin' for me. I have enough noise.
[ooc: Your character may or may not be inspired... to feel massive discomfort from Soundwave's current music.]
As he presses the keys, playing the morose tune, the holograms from his keytar form a display of crystal plants attempting to emerge from the floor by his feet. But they gray out, crumble, and turn to ash. Something trying to live, but expiring quickly.]
It doesn't matter. Does it.
I'm just gonna sit here, and listen. All that noise in my head, comin' in. Every beat, every rhythm. In and out. I can't stop that. Each one, new and different. So. Much. Sound.
...
Don't come lookin' for me. I have enough noise.
[ooc: Your character may or may not be inspired... to feel massive discomfort from Soundwave's current music.]
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Soundwave.
I know you don't want company, but it's looking like you could use it.
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But I guess that's up to you, Starscream.
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Shoot me some coordinates.
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Still at the site.
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[and he is, too.
It helps, or he thinks it helps, that Starscream's spent so much of his life distrusting everyone that he's used to attempting to stand alone - that friendship is a new and unexplored luxury that he adjusts quickly to compensating without, if need be.
He doesn't realize coming out to see him constitutes friendship, he's too new to the whole situation to see the motherboard for the chips.
And if he did, he might freak out.]
Hey, Music-Mech.
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[The music does not stop. But he isn't looking to harm Starscream, at least.]
You don't want a memory, too. Do you.
I don't think Blurr took it well.
ACTION;
He's struggling not to comment on it, but that won't last long.]
What do you mean, "took it well"? What happened?
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I think he expected me to die.
But I uploaded it. Everything. He ran away.
What a pal.
ACTION;
His spark sinks to somewhere around ground level, metaphorically, though it was already pretty close thanks to the music.]
Neither of you are thinking clearly right now. He's had some kind of break with his impulse control and you're the most depressing person in an eight mile radius. Normally he's got a stickshift up his aft and you're giving whiny mechs patient pep talks.
You do understand that, don't you? That there's something wrong with you, that you need help.
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You gotta understand. That there was always something inside. Maybe it just grew. Maybe what was already there is just finally sinking in.
But I know. This isn't how I usually am. But I just...
I'm so tired.
[The music slows to a stop, at least.]
Can you come closer?
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[At Can you come closer? his first thought is what for, his second thought is that is a really bad idea, and his third thought is that Decepticons aren't cowards.]
Sure.
[and he walks up to Soundwave, the cessation of that music like complete and sweet relief to his spark.]
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[When Starscream gets closer, his mask splits. He leans in closely to him, to his face, so they're inches part.]
Do you want to know? All of my secrets.
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He doesn't blink; if anything his optics blaze a little brighter, heaping bravado to the already considerable bravery.
And trust. Despite how stupid it is... he's trusting, just a little.]
...You wouldn't just give them away.
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Lightly, he places his hand to the back of Starscream's head, resting his forehead against the Seeker's.]
I didn't before. Not because I didn't trust you. But because I always felt that no one should have to share my burdens. "I am here for them, I am here to keep their spirits up." Throwing them into myself wouldn't help.
But why do I need secrets when we're all going to suffer equally? I should share it. Shouldn't I, friend? It's not as if you don't want to know.
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What you're describing is a position no mech can fill. Nobody can be there all the time for everyone else, if you never have someone watching your aft, sooner or later you're going to start smelling smoke.
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[The hand moves down to gently hold onto Starscream's chin. Not so firmly that he couldn't pull away if he wanted to, but the grip is there.]
Help look after me. It's so sweet of you.
What do you want, then? If not my secrets.
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Well, I don't know. [casually] If I end up running for office, you could vote for me, that'd be nice. I'm not going to kiss protoforms and most people think I'm worse than Unicron, so I want to get at least one vote that isn't mine.
[and abruptly he shifts his head off to one side, pressing his cheek to Soundwave's, whispering] Let's just stop playing. Tell me what you need, Soundwave. I know you're driving yourself crazy over Vandal, but you're doing everything you can for her.
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[The contact... even in the bleariness of it all, he registers it as nice. Soundwave tilts his head slightly, finding himself relaxing.
He hums softly at the cheek pressing against his own. With a turn of his head, he brushes his lips against Starscream's helm.]
Thought I needed to be alone. Suppose I need the opposite of that.
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[and then Soundwave's mouth is touching him and he temporarily pauses, sensing a goodly amount of emotional hazard and sudden treacherous ground that wasn't there before.
Kissing. Oh, boy.
Then he casts that thought aside to the review-this-later pile, where so many thoughts are discarded before he can make any use of them, and pulls Soundwave into a hug.
Big guy loves hugs, right. He is always giving them out.]
Why don't you let down your guard a little, and I can lend you some surface confidence. Would that work?
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Despite whatever may be going on in his head, he seems to accept this, too.]
Sounds like a plan.
...Thank you. For coming for me.
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It's not a problem. Thank you for not trying to offline me, I know it gets tempting.
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[No matter what state he's in, that's true.
He exhales, tilting his head to rest on Starscream's shoulder.]
But I doubt you'll be able to stay with me for very long. Will you? You are a busy mech.
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I'm here for as long as you need me, Blue.
[he pats Soundwave's back, scritching his fingers up along the smooth metal surface]
We should ...do something, sometime. Something that's not a crisis.
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I wonder how long that would last. Hm.
[The scritching on his back -- that's actually. Quite nice.]
I was supposed to sing for you. Wasn't I? Frank Sinatra.
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[Spoilers he would hate his SG self probably violently.
He smiles a little.]
Yeah? It's not an obligation, if you don't feel up to it.
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