I looked into your eyes and saw a world I wish I was in [Open!]
WHO: Soundwave sound_loyal and whoever cares to stumble across him.
WHAT: Soundwave is attempting to clear his processor with his only favoured hobby of eavesdropping.
WHERE: In Zone Three. Near a robot-sized bench. :|
WHEN: Right now.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Open, tl;dr and awkward Soundwave. No other warnings, as of yet.
Avoidance of an issue, while excellent in theory, proved futile in practice - At least, that was the case for Soundwave.
Skilled though he was in the collection and study of data, the information garnered from his public query had proved far more difficult to categorize than anticipated. Very few of the responses could be classified as solid fact or even considered ‘useful’ to him. While those more experienced in interpreting their own emotional feedback might have made more sense of phrases such as ‘feels right,’ Soundwave was nonplussed. Right was a relative term, and based on recent findings, there did not appear to be a correct answer to emotions; it was a large part of the reason he had buried them in the first place.
Magnum’s explanation of the matter had been by far the most clear of those presented - and yet it didn’t seem to decrease the conflict he faced. Instead, it left him with the nagging sense that his own loyalty was not adequately represented in his actions. If what Dirge claimed was true, perhaps he had made a mistake, had decreased in worth since his arrival in the Nexus.
Unacceptable.
It was not in his programming to be a simple follower, to lose his standing to a clone of Starscream. The fact this was an entirely illogical assumption did not seem to factor in - ‘Jealousy’ was not a part of his recognizable emotional repertoire and was easily misconstrued as concern for his position in Decepticon hierarchy. It was the only true worry he’d ever harboured in the past, the only thing he ‘cared’ about. His resolute loyalty was simply a side effect of this, the most effective way to maintain his position
While he would not ignore Megatron, or the others in his employ, Soundwave did not think it unreasonable that he should be allowed a temporary reprieve from the Hollow. If his services were required, he would be contacted - Or he would intercept the contact to one of the others of their faction, depending.
Perched on a bench in the third Zone, the Decepticon stayed in his alt form for the moment, classic rock issuing softly from the small speakers. Not that a brick-sized cassette player was particularly subtle in this environment, but it was far less obvious than a full-sized mech. This wasn’t a mission; there would be no one looking for him, to his knowledge, giving him that small advantage.
Catching snatches of conversations, perusing the data for anything could be considered interesting - It was the closest thing to a distraction Soundwave knew.
WHAT: Soundwave is attempting to clear his processor with his only favoured hobby of eavesdropping.
WHERE: In Zone Three. Near a robot-sized bench. :|
WHEN: Right now.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Open, tl;dr and awkward Soundwave. No other warnings, as of yet.
Avoidance of an issue, while excellent in theory, proved futile in practice - At least, that was the case for Soundwave.
Skilled though he was in the collection and study of data, the information garnered from his public query had proved far more difficult to categorize than anticipated. Very few of the responses could be classified as solid fact or even considered ‘useful’ to him. While those more experienced in interpreting their own emotional feedback might have made more sense of phrases such as ‘feels right,’ Soundwave was nonplussed. Right was a relative term, and based on recent findings, there did not appear to be a correct answer to emotions; it was a large part of the reason he had buried them in the first place.
Magnum’s explanation of the matter had been by far the most clear of those presented - and yet it didn’t seem to decrease the conflict he faced. Instead, it left him with the nagging sense that his own loyalty was not adequately represented in his actions. If what Dirge claimed was true, perhaps he had made a mistake, had decreased in worth since his arrival in the Nexus.
Unacceptable.
It was not in his programming to be a simple follower, to lose his standing to a clone of Starscream. The fact this was an entirely illogical assumption did not seem to factor in - ‘Jealousy’ was not a part of his recognizable emotional repertoire and was easily misconstrued as concern for his position in Decepticon hierarchy. It was the only true worry he’d ever harboured in the past, the only thing he ‘cared’ about. His resolute loyalty was simply a side effect of this, the most effective way to maintain his position
While he would not ignore Megatron, or the others in his employ, Soundwave did not think it unreasonable that he should be allowed a temporary reprieve from the Hollow. If his services were required, he would be contacted - Or he would intercept the contact to one of the others of their faction, depending.
Perched on a bench in the third Zone, the Decepticon stayed in his alt form for the moment, classic rock issuing softly from the small speakers. Not that a brick-sized cassette player was particularly subtle in this environment, but it was far less obvious than a full-sized mech. This wasn’t a mission; there would be no one looking for him, to his knowledge, giving him that small advantage.
Catching snatches of conversations, perusing the data for anything could be considered interesting - It was the closest thing to a distraction Soundwave knew.