Le Parapluie [OPEN]
WHO: ShatteredGlass!Animated Starscream//[OPEN]
WHAT: Jolta tosses up yet another open log. SG!Starscream settles into his new existence and paint job.
WHERE: Outside the library.
WHEN: All day Saturday.
WARNINGS/NOTES: No warnings! SG!Chinscream is a very tame, shyguy. Tag in separate threads and assume each thread happens at a different point in the day! ALSO if you had an appointment with Starscream anywhere else, go ahead and tag in with that and he'll pay you a visit. EDIT: IF YOU ARE AFTER HIS BOUNTY? Totes use this thread~!
Soundtrack start!
Working outside was suddenly very appealing. While the Nexus was usually a buzzing mass of bots of all kinds passing through, not wanting to be troubled in their busy lives, Starscream found it very appealing. He was able to bring his more basic and mundane research notes with him on a datapad console.
Ever since Soundwave had repainted him, he felt like the transformation was finally complete. Like a new bot. He wanted to move as far away from his old habits and identity as much as possible, without forgetting his past transgressions. He had to accept the guilt he was now saddled with almost constantly. He smiled in spite of it, and the gesture was beginning to feel more natural on his face. Others seemed to find him far more approachable- someone who looked like he was safe to ask for help.
The biggest change, however had come after the infection had taken hold of him, and was rather a result of his actions instead of the "glitch" as people were calling it. The discovery of friendship had been almost entirely foreign to him. Naturally it had always been discouraged amongst Decepticons, and while it did happen, the word "friend" was rarely if ever used. As mechanisms designed for war, it didn't really do to grow overly attached to your fellow soldiers if destruction was ultimately inevitable. Despite this- having friends was the best thing that had ever happened to him aside from falling under the effects of the serum.
Everything felt clear and light.
It was... troubling. Troubling that this was obviously the effects of a substance and not his own revelation. It wasn't genuine, as much as he felt like it. Perhaps it wasn't right to stay like this, but it was what he wanted so badly...
He worried that it would perhaps wear off or that Magnum would catch up to him and "cure" him. Would he remember feeling like this? Remember having friends? How good it felt to be kind, to laugh and be free?
The Seeker shook his head, dismissing the thoughts that he had been turning over in his head for the past few solar-cycles. He would not find answers to them no matter how much he worried. Perhaps a break was needed from looking over his notes. Subspacing the datapad, he headed into the library for what he assumed would be a short time.
And a few mega-cycles later he emerged again, a stack of pads in his arms... so he had gotten carried away, but there were just so many interesting files to read. He couldn't decide on just one or two...
So much for the break. Oh well. Time well spent, he assured himself as he went about placing them into subspace, keeping one open to read as he seated himself near the library steps.
WHAT: Jolta tosses up yet another open log. SG!Starscream settles into his new existence and paint job.
WHERE: Outside the library.
WHEN: All day Saturday.
WARNINGS/NOTES: No warnings! SG!Chinscream is a very tame, shyguy. Tag in separate threads and assume each thread happens at a different point in the day! ALSO if you had an appointment with Starscream anywhere else, go ahead and tag in with that and he'll pay you a visit. EDIT: IF YOU ARE AFTER HIS BOUNTY? Totes use this thread~!
Soundtrack start!
Working outside was suddenly very appealing. While the Nexus was usually a buzzing mass of bots of all kinds passing through, not wanting to be troubled in their busy lives, Starscream found it very appealing. He was able to bring his more basic and mundane research notes with him on a datapad console.
Ever since Soundwave had repainted him, he felt like the transformation was finally complete. Like a new bot. He wanted to move as far away from his old habits and identity as much as possible, without forgetting his past transgressions. He had to accept the guilt he was now saddled with almost constantly. He smiled in spite of it, and the gesture was beginning to feel more natural on his face. Others seemed to find him far more approachable- someone who looked like he was safe to ask for help.
The biggest change, however had come after the infection had taken hold of him, and was rather a result of his actions instead of the "glitch" as people were calling it. The discovery of friendship had been almost entirely foreign to him. Naturally it had always been discouraged amongst Decepticons, and while it did happen, the word "friend" was rarely if ever used. As mechanisms designed for war, it didn't really do to grow overly attached to your fellow soldiers if destruction was ultimately inevitable. Despite this- having friends was the best thing that had ever happened to him aside from falling under the effects of the serum.
Everything felt clear and light.
It was... troubling. Troubling that this was obviously the effects of a substance and not his own revelation. It wasn't genuine, as much as he felt like it. Perhaps it wasn't right to stay like this, but it was what he wanted so badly...
He worried that it would perhaps wear off or that Magnum would catch up to him and "cure" him. Would he remember feeling like this? Remember having friends? How good it felt to be kind, to laugh and be free?
The Seeker shook his head, dismissing the thoughts that he had been turning over in his head for the past few solar-cycles. He would not find answers to them no matter how much he worried. Perhaps a break was needed from looking over his notes. Subspacing the datapad, he headed into the library for what he assumed would be a short time.
And a few mega-cycles later he emerged again, a stack of pads in his arms... so he had gotten carried away, but there were just so many interesting files to read. He couldn't decide on just one or two...
So much for the break. Oh well. Time well spent, he assured himself as he went about placing them into subspace, keeping one open to read as he seated himself near the library steps.