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Soundwave [shattered glass] ([personal profile] inferiordude) wrote in [community profile] 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.
winged_knight: Used with permission, thank you~! (smile: profile)

[personal profile] winged_knight 2012-08-15 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Well I'm happy there was some benefit in the relocation for you." It helped to look at the benefits in these strange situations, of which Wing was enjoying a rather healthy one. 

Wing returns the look with an expression of idle curiosity.  He chuckles softly at Soundwaves's candor and humility, feeling perhaps a bit abashed himself. "Fancy can only get you so far though. It's the spark and the will that matter." Another chuckle, "Besides, this is a pretty typical style where I'm from."

The jet quirks his head at Soundwaves's request. "Just name it."
winged_knight: Used with permission, thank you~! (smile: warm)

[personal profile] winged_knight 2012-08-15 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ember? Huh." An intrigued chuff of air. "So you have embers instead of sparks. Interesting." He nods in agreement. Regardless of the words used, the sentiment was the same. 

Wing smiles warmly at the request. "I'm touched you'd ask." He can only imagine that some kind of trauma was involved, and Soundwave's willingness to put his trust in Wing is an honor. He gives the other mech's hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'd be happy to. I'll stay a while and keep watch."
winged_knight: (smile: looking down)

[personal profile] winged_knight 2012-08-17 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll leave it to the those better versed in science to question it, but that sounds like a good enough explanation for me."

Wing exudes as much of a reassuring air as he can. He understands this feeling more the Soundwave knows, though for different reasons. 

"It's my pleasure really. Rest easy now."

The jet hooks a foot under a nearby stool to bring it closer, settling himself beside Soundwave's berth. He was of a mind to stay a while, for he knew falling into recharge was not always the easiest thing, and he had plenty to do with Link access through his HUD. This might even be a good time to contact Blurr about Prisim. 
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[personal profile] winged_knight 2012-08-17 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not the first time Wing's done bedside duty. There were plenty of refugees at the beginning of the war who needed medical treatment and tending afterward.  He'd even been one of them. Though he had no talent for true healing, care givers were always needed and welcome, and it was a role he fell into well. Sometimes the spark and mind needed healing as much as the body did. 

That's why Soundwave's restlessness, though a concern, is not a surprise. Wing boosts the idle of his engines up a notch to a comforting hum, then matches the tone with a harmonic of his own. It's not singing, he's no talent for that either really, but it is a gentle reminder of a comforting presence. 

Sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesn't. 
winged_knight: (upset: shock/hurt)

Feel free to describe Wing's experience. ;)

[personal profile] winged_knight 2012-08-17 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
The sudden jerk, the sound of distress and terror, gives Wing a great start. Then it's instinctive, reaching out, one steadying hand on Soundwave's shoulder while the other squeezes his hand, calling his name. 

He doesn't get past the first syllable before the psychic wave hits him, a staggering blow in the most metaphysical sense. Wing hears Soundwave's verbal exclamation only in the vaguest way, but the brunt of the notion hits him full force.
winged_knight: (upset: shock/hurt)

[personal profile] winged_knight 2012-08-17 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
It's unlike anything Wing's experienced before. Pain, confusion even fear erupt as instinctive responses. A flash of sympathetic horror in the brief moment Wing realizes some of that is not his but Soundwave's. It melds together like a storm in his mind, buffeting him into unconsciousness. 

A cry of shock and pain that comes out as a harsh crackle from his vocalizer. The jet reels, jerking away from the source of the attack instinctively but his balance is gone. Gyros unable to compensate, he goes crashing to the ground. 
winged_knight: (talking: shadowed)

Do you want to have a medic tag in here or is 'Wave gonna panic and run soon?

[personal profile] winged_knight 2012-08-18 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[If he could hear it, Soundwave's distress would pain him. But as it is, Wing is deep in his own mind, cut off from all external input, the last sliver of his awareness fleeing the residual pain.]