Soundwave [shattered glass] (
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emulation of a twisted calling | CLOSED
WHO: Fortress Maximus and Soundwave
WHERE: Borderlands of a haven
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WHAT: For better or for worst, Fort Max and Soundwave end up crossing paths again with varying results.
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as needed.
Time seems to have slipped through his fingers somehow.
In the span of time throughout his wanderings, he's found himself edging closer to listen. Just to listen to the noise that echoes from the Badlands and into him. Everyone has their own brand of music. Without an outlet, it only grows and grows, and it is this song that he hears the most out of anything.
It doesn't occur to him what it might be.
But he is inspired, for all that it means. Soundwave has never composed his own music before, and he's hoping to start now.
Balancing a datapad on his lap, the musician sorts through scales and applies notes, his visor glowing to imply his intense concentration. In his hand, he clutches the device that Megatron had given him; it still has old entries to the network from Axiom, but it cannot upload anything.
It's sort of a nice comfort to have, someone who probably understands him more than anyone.
Shame he's dead. It's a shame a lot of people have come and gone.
WHERE: Borderlands of a haven
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WHAT: For better or for worst, Fort Max and Soundwave end up crossing paths again with varying results.
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as needed.
Time seems to have slipped through his fingers somehow.
In the span of time throughout his wanderings, he's found himself edging closer to listen. Just to listen to the noise that echoes from the Badlands and into him. Everyone has their own brand of music. Without an outlet, it only grows and grows, and it is this song that he hears the most out of anything.
It doesn't occur to him what it might be.
But he is inspired, for all that it means. Soundwave has never composed his own music before, and he's hoping to start now.
Balancing a datapad on his lap, the musician sorts through scales and applies notes, his visor glowing to imply his intense concentration. In his hand, he clutches the device that Megatron had given him; it still has old entries to the network from Axiom, but it cannot upload anything.
It's sort of a nice comfort to have, someone who probably understands him more than anyone.
Shame he's dead. It's a shame a lot of people have come and gone.
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Just like the war, only on a different front. But all told, Fortress Maximus can't...he can't turn this down as compared to a few other fronts, even with its chaos. It's a chaos he can somewhat handle, as opposed to being caught in the storm and helpless in its thrall.
He's done with that. Even the illusion of being able to chart a way through is something. Having at least a vague idea where to go...
...not that he knows where he is, now. Other than back there being the rest of the Haven, and this being...this being where to go if he needs a little more target practice than the scraps in its center. Not that there's always something out here, but hey, if there is - all the more reason to shoot it, right?
Though that 'it' up ahead doesn't look like a monster. Doesn't look like much other than a mech, at least, and as he comes closer...
"...the hell you doing out here?"
It's not friendly, but he hardly expected to find a Decepticon - specifically, this one - fiddling with devices out here. Can he even fight?
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Oh. Hey. It's that guy! The one who punched out his windshield and pretty clearly loathes him.
"Hey!" Soundwave greets, tone sunny and welcoming anyway. "Just listenin' to the sounds of the planet, dude."
There's a pause, then he shuffles his datapad and Megatron's Axiom comm away. "One sec here... There we go."
Soundwave unties his headband from around his helm and readjusts it so it effectively covers his red Decepticon brand on his chest. For extra cheer, he ties off the end into a bow.
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What did he...
That sure is an odd expression on Fortress Maximus' face. It's kind of all scrunched up in one side, mouth half-open, perhaps gobsmacked...
"You...are one fragged up mech, mech."
Worst. Decepticon. Ever.
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"Is it that messed up to wanna make you feel more comfortable around me? I mean, we don't have to be friends. That'd be nice, but it ain't needed. But I don't wanna upset you, dude."
Soundwave shrugs. "So what brings you out here?"
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Maximus shakes his head. "Looking for trouble," he admits, taking a look around. Because it sure as hell isn't going to come from this one...
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That might be a big no duh moment, but it's in him to believe in the benefit of the doubt first. No reason to assume anything.
Even if Fort Max is a big pile of aggression. Soundwave just figures he has his reasons.
Everyone does for something.
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Since he doesn't have the highgrade to fall back on anymore, at least. Since he'd normally ended up being slagged a few hours of the day, he'd had to find ways to fill those hours...
Walking at least stretched his pedes.
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A finger goes to Soundwave's chin as he considers for a moment. Then he shrugs a little. "Do you got any hobbies? Like writing or singing or gardening or puzzles or riddles and I guess puzzles and riddles go hand-in-hand or how about painting or something?"
Some people go out to find something to fight. Some people just want to be creative.
Soundwave tries to aim for the second one.
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That's a very flat look being given to you, Soundwave. Because really. Really? Really.
"I'm a soldier," Maximus snaps, more ticked at the suggestions than the concept of having hobbies. "I fight."
Painting?
Does he look like an artist?
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Behind his faceplate, Soundwave frowns as he considers. All right, so maybe something constructive isn't in the books yet. That's fine. It concerns him that someone is so fixated on just one aspect.
"Well, if yer not up for tryin' something new, maybe you oughta find yourself a sparring partner. Even I gotta vent sometimes in that way."
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See, he has a hobby. Had. Been years since he played. Been years since...
"Been a while," he admits somewhat reluctantly, thinking back to the last time he actually...well, fought, and not for his life. Or...anything related to that. Pushing the thought away, he raises a hand, shielding his optics as he scans out. "Easier just to find something that deserves to be shot."
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For a moment, Soundwave just watches him. Watches and listens and considers the tone that Fortress Maximus takes. If it'd been someone he was more familiar with, approaching and giving some kind of physical attention wouldn't be hard. Even a touch to the arm.
But he's careful this time. Max isn't like a lot of people he knows.
"Dunno what it's gonna sound like, comin' from me. But I think it might help for a spar."
In his perspective, Fort Max could stand to remember what restraint is like.
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But.
"...that an offer?" he asked, turning his head back to give Soundwave a skeptical look. Was he just doing everything he could think of to surprise him?
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There's a shrug. "Sure? I wouldn't mind."
Since he'd be expecting the blows this time.
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"Do you even know how to fight?"
As much as Maximus wouldn't mind the exercise, though...
"It's a bad idea," he adds a moment later, shaking his head. "I wouldn't hold back."
And he'd rather not deal with the consequences of killing you, not right now.
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Most of the time, he's caught off guard because he doesn't expect matters like a temper, insanity, or to be preyed upon from strangers and familiar faces alike, not when he hopes forth so much hope.
But he learns. He has to.
"'Sides, I think I'm fast enough to dodge you. Just don't start shootin' me and we'll call it good."
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A Decepticon is practically insisting he attack. Can't say that's happened before.
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So, yeah. Whatever.
"I ain't insisting. Just saying I think it'll help smooth out whatever bad vibes you got goin' on. You don't have to do anything with me."
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But there's something sure as slagging weird about this. He's not sure how to take it. Trying to stall for a moment more, he shrugs once, intentionally unclear.
"...how do you know I won't rip off more than your plate?"
Because he's made it pretty clear what he thinks of Cons, bandanna wrapped around the insignia or not.