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re_alignment_logs2012-09-03 09:21 pm
batmanta) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-09-03 09:21 pm
by your maximal honor [CLOSED]
WHO: Depth Charge and Waspinator
WHERE: Junkpile
WHEN Monday evening
WHAT: After getting caught under an unfortunate circumstance, Depth Charge is at -- bear with it -- Waspinator's mercy.
WARNINGS: SILLY.
What's nice is that there's actual fuel here. Actual, stable energon, high grade, going down smooth. It's better than being forced to take on organic material part-time and scowl at the pathetic processes of the low-grade on prehistoric Earth. It never occurred to him how impressively good the taste is.
How nice it is to sit on a roof, stare out into the horizon and accept that yep, Protoform X is dead, what now?
He still has no answer to that.
Absently, he finds himself picking at the junkpile. For what, he isn't really sure. Maybe something to make his own? He isn't sure. Just sorting through a bunch of nothing to make nothing.
Ugh.
Depth Charge pauses when he comes across a small item. He narrows his optics, kneeling down, picking it up. A photograph? That looks kind of like Cheetor and Primal.
Funny, how the small distraction keeps him there. Funnier, still, is when a pillow tumbles from the Lambda, landing on a high pile of junk; it falls in a wave of garbage, collapsing on top of Depth Charge.
"...Slag it."
WHERE: Junkpile
WHEN Monday evening
WHAT: After getting caught under an unfortunate circumstance, Depth Charge is at -- bear with it -- Waspinator's mercy.
WARNINGS: SILLY.
What's nice is that there's actual fuel here. Actual, stable energon, high grade, going down smooth. It's better than being forced to take on organic material part-time and scowl at the pathetic processes of the low-grade on prehistoric Earth. It never occurred to him how impressively good the taste is.
How nice it is to sit on a roof, stare out into the horizon and accept that yep, Protoform X is dead, what now?
He still has no answer to that.
Absently, he finds himself picking at the junkpile. For what, he isn't really sure. Maybe something to make his own? He isn't sure. Just sorting through a bunch of nothing to make nothing.
Ugh.
Depth Charge pauses when he comes across a small item. He narrows his optics, kneeling down, picking it up. A photograph? That looks kind of like Cheetor and Primal.
Funny, how the small distraction keeps him there. Funnier, still, is when a pillow tumbles from the Lambda, landing on a high pile of junk; it falls in a wave of garbage, collapsing on top of Depth Charge.
"...Slag it."