cheer up!
WHO: Soundwave (SG) & YOU.
WHAT: In the midst of everything, Soundwave takes the time to find some halfway decent energon and mope a little.
WHERE: Zone 5, out and about.
WHEN: After an operation and Soundwave meeting his limits, the inverted Decepticon goes on his way for a visitation.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Holy crap, Dudewave angst. World is ending.
Somewhere around here...
It's a walk with a purpose. More than just to a little overcharged; granted, that's the main idea. It's odd, because he's a social kind of mech, and most would look at him right now and probably think Hey, that Cybertronian is drinking alone, how pathetic is that?
But he has no intention of fueling alone. Not by a long shot.
So his walk, with such a purpose, is attempting to retrace his steps from what feels like ages ago.
"Yeah, I'm almost there. Not like you got anywhere t'go, but I ain't gonna ask Elita t'chill with me. No 'fense, but me an' her don't click. 'Course, y'ask a 'Bot from your world, they wouldn't think I thought of you as a pal of mine, would they?"
Where was it?
His processor reels; it's not the energon, because he hasn't even fueled up yet. It's-- because the memory itself is a bit glitched. The time in which he touched the Optimus Prime of his universe's processor has left its mark, always, in him. The data cannot be completely erased, and it's damaged the data files from then. When he tries to remember, there's shuddering and madness and that chaos he cannot comprehend, nor want to.
Still, from what bits he can defragment, he knows he's close.
"Pff, prolly call me smeltin' idiot for this. But I came back for ya, dude. I'd do it again. Jus', I'd try t'be smarter about it. That's a riot, huh?"
A corner turned, and he pauses, glancing around the area. It's quiet, for the moment.
He crouches by a wall, and starts dusting away at the dirt, until he finds the plaque screwed into the ground. A name's carved in, but not exactly the... real, full name. It probably wouldn't have turned out well if he did that.
Soundwave sits and opens the top of the rod of energon.
"Yep, found m'way back. Not bad, huh? Now, don't get me wrong -- I don't believe in no afterlife, but what the frag else am I supposed t'do?" Soundwave's battle mask slides away, and he smiles tiredly with his new mouth.
He pours a bit of the energon the plaque before he takes a swig.
Soundwave has to admit, it's pretty nice to actually be able to taste it, get a real sense of the quality. Ironically, he has the cheap stuff; what they call high grade in this place actually takes forever to process in his systems. It's the cheap stuff that really charges him.
Figures.
"Cheers, Rod."
WHAT: In the midst of everything, Soundwave takes the time to find some halfway decent energon and mope a little.
WHERE: Zone 5, out and about.
WHEN: After an operation and Soundwave meeting his limits, the inverted Decepticon goes on his way for a visitation.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Holy crap, Dudewave angst. World is ending.
Somewhere around here...
It's a walk with a purpose. More than just to a little overcharged; granted, that's the main idea. It's odd, because he's a social kind of mech, and most would look at him right now and probably think Hey, that Cybertronian is drinking alone, how pathetic is that?
But he has no intention of fueling alone. Not by a long shot.
So his walk, with such a purpose, is attempting to retrace his steps from what feels like ages ago.
"Yeah, I'm almost there. Not like you got anywhere t'go, but I ain't gonna ask Elita t'chill with me. No 'fense, but me an' her don't click. 'Course, y'ask a 'Bot from your world, they wouldn't think I thought of you as a pal of mine, would they?"
Where was it?
His processor reels; it's not the energon, because he hasn't even fueled up yet. It's-- because the memory itself is a bit glitched. The time in which he touched the Optimus Prime of his universe's processor has left its mark, always, in him. The data cannot be completely erased, and it's damaged the data files from then. When he tries to remember, there's shuddering and madness and that chaos he cannot comprehend, nor want to.
Still, from what bits he can defragment, he knows he's close.
"Pff, prolly call me smeltin' idiot for this. But I came back for ya, dude. I'd do it again. Jus', I'd try t'be smarter about it. That's a riot, huh?"
A corner turned, and he pauses, glancing around the area. It's quiet, for the moment.
He crouches by a wall, and starts dusting away at the dirt, until he finds the plaque screwed into the ground. A name's carved in, but not exactly the... real, full name. It probably wouldn't have turned out well if he did that.
Soundwave sits and opens the top of the rod of energon.
"Yep, found m'way back. Not bad, huh? Now, don't get me wrong -- I don't believe in no afterlife, but what the frag else am I supposed t'do?" Soundwave's battle mask slides away, and he smiles tiredly with his new mouth.
He pours a bit of the energon the plaque before he takes a swig.
Soundwave has to admit, it's pretty nice to actually be able to taste it, get a real sense of the quality. Ironically, he has the cheap stuff; what they call high grade in this place actually takes forever to process in his systems. It's the cheap stuff that really charges him.
Figures.
"Cheers, Rod."