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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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Soundwave briefly debated calling her out on her own behavior, but decides ultimately to leave it alone for her. Now is not a good time to confront her on her own demons.
"There are, but uh. Most of 'em ain't here or... or they hate me."
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She pats the spot she'd tapped.
"I'm sure in time, people will learn what a good perso- er. Robot you are. And anyone else? You don't need 'em."
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There's no way for him to really bring up the courage to directly discuss Fortress Maximus, either. The reaction that was given is probably the most verbally violent he's had from a complete stranger.
From an Autobot he's already familiar with from his own world? Soundwave could laugh off. This was different.
"A-anyway. Yeah, I just gotta be patient. I don't got a problemo with that."
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She had missed that whole confrontation. But the concern in her voice is honest.
"Sometimes that's the best. Stick to the people closest to you, and eventually, things will get better."
It's so easy to be optimistic on someone else's behalf. Even if it is kind of a lie.
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Really, he doesn't see any point to bring it up. No doubt the other mech has his reasons and Soundwave just needs to be patient about it, even if he's quite eager to make friends and bring peace here.
"Yeah. I hear ya. Thanks, Vandal."
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As if she can protect a giant robot in any way shape or form.
But sometimes it's better out than in.
"Don't worry about it."
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"Fortress Maximus. I ain't gonna hold it against him. I know other Soundwaves and Decepticons can be wicked fiends, but ... like I said, no one's reacted like that before."
It makes him curious, worried, and it hurt plenty, but it's not in him to bear a grudge for that reason.
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"Max, huh? I'm sorry. I had no idea. I don't think it's you, though. Apparently he went through some seriously fucked up stuff. I think once he realizes that you're a nice person, not a threat, he'll come around."
Another comforting pat.
"He's just scared."
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Went through something. That, he believes. And Soundwave believes that whatever Fortress Maximus went through, he can overcome it. But it sounds like, maybe, it had something to do with Decepticons no doubt.
It's getting to be a real pain, other 'Cons ruining a good name.
"I can understand that," he emits softly.
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Maybe she should talk with Max. Not that she knew him intimately, but he seemed to have alienated a great deal of people.
Two of her favorites in fact.