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re_alignment_logs2012-08-08 10:19 am
inferiordude) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-08-08 10:19 am
THE SHOW MUST GO ON [open]
WHO: Soundwave & OPEN
WHERE: Medbay
WHEN Some hours after Barricade & Driller find him/repair him.
WHAT: Eventually, Soundwave wakes up from repairs in a very unfortunate location for him. Visitations, anyone?
WARNINGS: Trauma, mention of robotgore/robotdeath.
Dreaming is a difficult thing for him.
Usually, Soundwave is in the company of someone, and adopts their memories, their dreams into his own. It's sort of nice, because he feels as though in that way he can improve his techniques as the Decepticon Army's Morale Officer. He knows how to help his fellow soldiers, help his friends keep upbeat. Not just with sing-a-longs with Dead End or Bombshell's therapy sessions, but he himself needs to help the others find a will to carry on.
Here in the medbay, when he's resting, he gets flashes. Some dreams his own, some not. A mix of what he's taken, and what he trembles in the wake of.
There's a sharp smile, a cheerful giggle, and a laser scalpel digging into his face as it's removed, torn from his head You just look so much more interesting this way! and how his mind burns when he knows the truth that he failed one of his adopted kids he's dead he should have rescued him red eyes burning at him This doesn't concern you, Decepticon and he hears Rodimus screaming and he's too late and the black sucks him down and he's never been able to escape it and in his arms it's cold metal just so cold and
he remembers
something new to all of it
this isn't what I want stop stop stop stop and the tired sigh of it's not as if you will remember this, Soundwave, your struggling is getting tiresome and stop stop stop don't open that there's just no choice.
The dust kicks up under his feet, the expansive desert, and Soundwave stares in confusion. Twin stones twisting around each other, a fierce glow, and it screams in his head.
MAKE US WHOLE
Soundwave jerks awake from recharge, his intakes gasping to vent out hot, anxious air, trying to cool himself off. Looking around in a panic, he almost doesn't remember being here.
The medbay.
Frag, he hates being in medbays.
"Ugh, so bogus," he groans to himself, rubbing his helm. Glad he has hands to use again.
It's rare to dream something for himself. Not all of it his, but enough of it was, and that bothers him. Soundwave shudders to himself, shaking his head. No, no. He's okay, he just needs to roll it off his shoulders. He can deal with it.
It's okay. It's okay.
Soundwave folds his arms over his midsection, hugging himself.
Right. He'll be okay.
WHERE: Medbay
WHEN Some hours after Barricade & Driller find him/repair him.
WHAT: Eventually, Soundwave wakes up from repairs in a very unfortunate location for him. Visitations, anyone?
WARNINGS: Trauma, mention of robotgore/robotdeath.
Dreaming is a difficult thing for him.
Usually, Soundwave is in the company of someone, and adopts their memories, their dreams into his own. It's sort of nice, because he feels as though in that way he can improve his techniques as the Decepticon Army's Morale Officer. He knows how to help his fellow soldiers, help his friends keep upbeat. Not just with sing-a-longs with Dead End or Bombshell's therapy sessions, but he himself needs to help the others find a will to carry on.
Here in the medbay, when he's resting, he gets flashes. Some dreams his own, some not. A mix of what he's taken, and what he trembles in the wake of.
There's a sharp smile, a cheerful giggle, and a laser scalpel digging into his face as it's removed, torn from his head You just look so much more interesting this way! and how his mind burns when he knows the truth that he failed one of his adopted kids he's dead he should have rescued him red eyes burning at him This doesn't concern you, Decepticon and he hears Rodimus screaming and he's too late and the black sucks him down and he's never been able to escape it and in his arms it's cold metal just so cold and
he remembers
something new to all of it
this isn't what I want stop stop stop stop and the tired sigh of it's not as if you will remember this, Soundwave, your struggling is getting tiresome and stop stop stop don't open that there's just no choice.
The dust kicks up under his feet, the expansive desert, and Soundwave stares in confusion. Twin stones twisting around each other, a fierce glow, and it screams in his head.
MAKE US WHOLE
Soundwave jerks awake from recharge, his intakes gasping to vent out hot, anxious air, trying to cool himself off. Looking around in a panic, he almost doesn't remember being here.
The medbay.
Frag, he hates being in medbays.
"Ugh, so bogus," he groans to himself, rubbing his helm. Glad he has hands to use again.
It's rare to dream something for himself. Not all of it his, but enough of it was, and that bothers him. Soundwave shudders to himself, shaking his head. No, no. He's okay, he just needs to roll it off his shoulders. He can deal with it.
It's okay. It's okay.
Soundwave folds his arms over his midsection, hugging himself.
Right. He'll be okay.
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You can find a lot interesting things in that pile, not just junk.
"Yeah when you feel like it I am in no rush." He feels bad for changing the subject into something less cheerful but he really wants to know what happened. "Barricade was able to fix anything?"
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"For th' most part. Something... still feels off, though. Like a noise I can't get rid of. Might be just the after effects, though; Prism tried t'hack my processor. Couldn't do it." Soundwave shrugs. "Not many things I'm skilled at, but I got that much covered. Was most bogus of him to try."
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"I would offer you help with the phantoms side effects I'm very good at hacking..." He managed to even hack a Decepticon transmission from Megatron, no less. "...but my engine and processor will probably fry yours in nanoclicks."
One of the side effects of being the fastest bot alive and one of the reasons why Blurr will never try a Cortical patch with another sentient being. Frying a ship in the Autobot boot camp was enough.
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For reasons he'd rather not get into.
"Don't worry 'bout it. I'll work through it." Not like it's the first traumatic event he'd ever been part of. "Was there... was there anythin' you needed to know?"
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He wouldn't pry about that no, someone's mind is their business. "I wanted to know what that Ai can do but if it's too soon for you I understand I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable and you still need REST."
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He folds his hands together after setting the box aside. "...Prism can shoot lasers. He has a main form, I think, that's his floating... orb. It's strong enough to cut through my knee joints. He can also hack, t'some degree. Not me, but... that's because. I'm. Anyway... I'd be careful. He also has these... tentacle machine. Things. It carried me. He also can make a holomatter form. Not a hologram, holomatter."
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"Holomatter imply quite the advanced technology I wonder how he was created. And tentacles? Hmng" He doesn't like the sound of that.
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"When I tried, it only worked for a few secs. He snapped outta it pretty fragging fast. I think he adapts somehow. Ain't too sure. Didn't... really have time to tell."
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"All the mechs in your world have that ability?"
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He cringes notably, his gaze dropping to the box Blurr had presented to him.
"No," Soundwave admits. "Just me, far as I know. I... there's a lot-- I can do a lot, but I don't--"
Now he's just stammering over his words fruitlessly. Soundwave looks up, visor wide and almost fearful.
"Don't be mad, I wouldn't do it normally. I just... I didn't have anything else I could do."
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getting obsessedfocusing on the brief information he can get. He also noticed the cringe, it was hard not to."A...notable ability." He doesn't sound mad but he looks a bit serious. Blurr still can't help but be a bit suspicious of Decepticons in general, even if he knows the ones in Soundwave's universe behave like the Autobots.
"Imnotmad. But I am surprised No need for you to feel wary around me THAT SAID I would be very unhappy if you ever tried that with me even though I know you won't because I would fry your processor or any other mech here unless the other agreed to it or you were having an intimate moment...."
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"I-intimate? Heh, no-- I. I can't, even with friends. It's..." Soundwave exhales. "It's a dumb ability. I wish I didn't have it. It didn't eve help me here except t'protect myself when Prism tried to hack me."
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Frankly, he isn't even sure how to begin explaining the Optimus Prime of his own universe.
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But Blurr did ask.
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"No no no no no it's not you this time it's something personal MY BAD don't worry but I suggest you not to sleep anywhere near me just in case For your own good mostly."
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He could -- with permission. But Soundwave isn't going to pressure Blurr. Some people just want to fight on their own and he's okay with that.
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Then again, most people don't know what he's able to do.
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Except that one time when he got killed. Oh and the time before that when he a human that had a fragment of the all-spark forced him to race in the illegal car races and never allowed him to change back to robot mode. But ASIDE form those two little things, he's always okay.