[Open!] - Memoirs of a Cassette...
WHO: Magnum and !you!
WHAT: Megatron attempts to get used to being a cassetibird, even while vehemently denying his attempts to get used to anything impermanent.
WHERE: Zones 3-6. Flight patterns vary, and he's still crashing into things a lot.
WHEN: Now-ish
WARNINGS/NOTES: In waiting for his new body to be finished, Soundwave offered Megatron a temporary one so that he could still observe and interact with the Nexus (and not because he misses his cassettes, not at all.) Thus, Magnum is currently...a rather small robot bird. Feel free to come and hassle him if you know/don't know/want to find out and hold it over his head, etc.
Magnum hated this, and couldn't exactly explain why. It was not that he had no handle on precisely what it was that he hated, no--it was that there was so much of it he hated that a proper explanation wouldn't suffice. All in all, the problem wasn't vastly hard to focus on, but the vast amount of hatreds that it spawned were much, much more than just one simple issue...
Still. He wasn't any good at flying.
There were plenty of excuses, too, foremost of which was the fact that he'd spend most of his adult life working in a planetoid that had no atmosphere--so concepts like 'wind' and 'stall-speed' still alluded him, while concepts like 'walls' and 'pavement' found him very, very familiar company and came to visit often.
But the fact that he was failing at a task grated his circuits, and since this was not a body he would have to keep...he was trying to ignore the pain and get good at it before he had his own wings to contend with.
Because, of course, Megatrons were supposed to have wings.
Or, at the very least, were supposed to fly. Malus flew. Multivariable had flown. The little bit he'd gathered from Lugnut (accompanied by the vast amounts of mostly confusing trivia) had indicated that his Megatron had possessed flight of some sort, too.
Which meant Magnum was, then, destined to fly. He had to be.
However, as he tried again (and crashed to the ground again with another startled whimper that mostly came out as 'squaaaaak'), he took the a moment of staring at the sky to comprehend the difficulty of the task--and then cursed at it with every known swear-word, for good measure.
This just was not going as planned.
WHAT: Megatron attempts to get used to being a cassetibird, even while vehemently denying his attempts to get used to anything impermanent.
WHERE: Zones 3-6. Flight patterns vary, and he's still crashing into things a lot.
WHEN: Now-ish
WARNINGS/NOTES: In waiting for his new body to be finished, Soundwave offered Megatron a temporary one so that he could still observe and interact with the Nexus (and not because he misses his cassettes, not at all.) Thus, Magnum is currently...a rather small robot bird. Feel free to come and hassle him if you know/don't know/want to find out and hold it over his head, etc.
Magnum hated this, and couldn't exactly explain why. It was not that he had no handle on precisely what it was that he hated, no--it was that there was so much of it he hated that a proper explanation wouldn't suffice. All in all, the problem wasn't vastly hard to focus on, but the vast amount of hatreds that it spawned were much, much more than just one simple issue...
Still. He wasn't any good at flying.
There were plenty of excuses, too, foremost of which was the fact that he'd spend most of his adult life working in a planetoid that had no atmosphere--so concepts like 'wind' and 'stall-speed' still alluded him, while concepts like 'walls' and 'pavement' found him very, very familiar company and came to visit often.
But the fact that he was failing at a task grated his circuits, and since this was not a body he would have to keep...he was trying to ignore the pain and get good at it before he had his own wings to contend with.
Because, of course, Megatrons were supposed to have wings.
Or, at the very least, were supposed to fly. Malus flew. Multivariable had flown. The little bit he'd gathered from Lugnut (accompanied by the vast amounts of mostly confusing trivia) had indicated that his Megatron had possessed flight of some sort, too.
Which meant Magnum was, then, destined to fly. He had to be.
However, as he tried again (and crashed to the ground again with another startled whimper that mostly came out as 'squaaaaak'), he took the a moment of staring at the sky to comprehend the difficulty of the task--and then cursed at it with every known swear-word, for good measure.
This just was not going as planned.