Let me live without this empty bliss;
WHO: Soundwave sound_loyal, open!
WHAT: After rejecting an invader trick-or-treater, Soundwave finds himself a vampire of the not-sparkly variety. Please feed him.
WHERE: The Hollow/Zone Six initially, but he's roaming. Just post a location in your tag.
WHEN: Backdated to the Halloween Event.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Potential robot!vampirism. You know you want Soundwave ( Read more... )
WHAT: After rejecting an invader trick-or-treater, Soundwave finds himself a vampire of the not-sparkly variety. Please feed him.
WHERE: The Hollow/Zone Six initially, but he's roaming. Just post a location in your tag.
WHEN: Backdated to the Halloween Event.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Potential robot!vampirism. You know you want Soundwave ( Read more... )
He hadn't been in trouble in a long time. Dai Atlas had been less severe when he'd brought Drift home, the possible 'contaminant' to Crystal City and all it stood for. He couldn't say he cared for the experience.
He liked even less the fact they were still holding his Great Sword. He felt naked without it, missing the physical weight, and the mental reminder of his obligations. Was he still a Knight without his Sword?
Too restless to go home, not sure he could face Hot Rod or Perceptor right now, he found himself roaming the streets, not even noticing how he didn't blend in--at all--with the crowd of costumed revelers.
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It was for that reason that he stuck to the middle zones, just at the edges of ANOSA's jurisdiction. If a mech went missing down there, it could easily be dismissed as the norm... Just another in a long list of missing persons.
Keeping to the shadows, it wasn't hard to spot the neutral. Given their respective relationships with Magnum, it would have been impossible for him not to know of Wing - Though even that knowledge would not save him from his fate. If he was half the warrior that Soundwave heard he was, then his energon should have been enough to quiet the constant growl of hunger for at least a little while.
Masking his energy signature, he followed the Knight from a distance - With the festivities, it wasn't hard to mingle, and hopefully lose himself in the crowd.
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Strange creatures. But they were laughing as they ran, even the black furred felid, which was...something. It was good to hear innocent laughter, but it also just seemed to remind Wing how bad things were for himself.
He didn't feel like laughing. No Sword, possibly no job, no real purpose and now more than ever indentured to Magnum?
Noticing someone following him? Unlikely.
He hesitated as he came to a corner, uncertain which way to go. Fantastic: a metaphor.
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The absence of his sword was easily picked out, which only reassured Soundwave in his choice. He wouldn't be defenseless, but it was one less obstacle he had to plan around. Then again, when one possessed a gun capable of generating stasis fields... So long as they had the element of surprise, there weren't many obstacles to worry about.
Watching carefully from his spot in the shadows, Soundwave sent a silent ping to Laserbeak. One of the paths was all but deserted farther down - He just needed to coax the Knight into making the correct decision.
Following its master's instruction, Laserbeak sent an anonymous, encrypted distress signal - After all, if Wing was half the hero he seemed to be, it would be hard for him to ignore anyone in danger.
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He turned to the left, toward the signal. The lights guttered, dimly, enough to make nightvision impossible, strobing and indistinct. Something needed help. And perhaps he could do that much.
He reached behind him, drawing his plasma blades from their housings against his backstruts.
"Hang on, friend!" He pounded down the pavement, not caring how obvious his approach was. Perhaps the show of force would be enough to deter, and he wouldn't have to hurt anyone.
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