just another day;
WHO: Shockwave
WHEN: Sometime after Shockwave gets hurt, and has mostly healed up.
WHERE: The rooftop of the apartment building where Wave&Bug Base is.
SUMMARY: Hanging out on a roof. Aka. Corny gets bored and starts writing something, then sleeps. And then some days later at 6:30 am running on no sleep decides to finish it. I will be surprised if this is coherent.
FORMAT: Openish? If anyone wants to go hang out on a roof. Yes, this is a format now.
He can barely feel the cold as he falls back into a pile of snow, high up on the roof. He wouldn't care even if he could. It is nothing but a short moment of silence, not a rare moment, but one he still treasures every once in a while.
This is one of the few moments he spends by himself, it does not happen often. But he prefers it that way. The presence of another is preferred over solitude now. He almost wonders - questions - why he did not feel that way before.
Feel.
Such a simple word. A simple word that caused the biggest difference in him. Before he felt nothing. Nothing emotional at least, pain was never a concept lost on him. He knew pain well. Being thrust into a human body, emotions bubbling to the surface. Proving just how little control he had over himself when he was capable of the sensation. And not just emotions, but that insanity he had been trying to hide away for so long.
He remembers it well. Loosing his mind - again. Being locked up for so long that he felt nothing but headaches, attempting to find a plan. His way out. It would have been so simple to have registered when the crackdown had happened, for him to have wormed his way into a deal of sorts. He would not have been forced to let out his insanity had that been the case.
Why hadn't he done so? Had logic decided that in the long run that was a dead end, he would not fulfill his primary function that way? What kind of Decepticon would he be had he not chosen to go against them? It was logical to fight them. Perhaps it was not so logical. Complying would not have made him happy, and perhaps even the slightest hint of that within him at the time, had forced his decision.
Perhaps that had been why he had chosen to hide away. Move from laboratory to laboratory experimenting on humans. Studying, gaining knowledge. Learning how the body heals, and how to treat problems.
He can't recall his reasoning. It doesn't bother him.
Had he made another decision, saving Soundwave would not have happened.
He hums quietly as a hand begins to glow a faint purple. He rests it against the snow, watching it melt away from the little bit of radiation. He doesn't use his abilities often, aside from the more passive two. X-rays and radio waves. The dangerous radiation rarely gets used, but there is no one else up on the roof, he feels safe enough for the moment. And it is almost cooling to use it in this weather.
Radiation always got so hot.
Always keeping it bottled up inside didn't help much either. It was good to cool off somewhat.
Satisfied with the hole he's created in the snow pile, he stops the radiation, the glow vanishing. He wont stay outside much longer.
He doesn't like leaving Soundwave alone for long. He is attached. It is the closest he has ever been to someone. And he loves every bit of it. He can allow himself to feel that way now, and it feels good.
Life has been better. It had taken a few years, but it was better. For once he can honestly say he's happy, even with the current situation. He generally feels happy with the way things are.
There's the faintest smile on his face.
WHEN: Sometime after Shockwave gets hurt, and has mostly healed up.
WHERE: The rooftop of the apartment building where Wave&Bug Base is.
SUMMARY: Hanging out on a roof. Aka. Corny gets bored and starts writing something, then sleeps. And then some days later at 6:30 am running on no sleep decides to finish it. I will be surprised if this is coherent.
FORMAT: Openish? If anyone wants to go hang out on a roof. Yes, this is a format now.
He can barely feel the cold as he falls back into a pile of snow, high up on the roof. He wouldn't care even if he could. It is nothing but a short moment of silence, not a rare moment, but one he still treasures every once in a while.
This is one of the few moments he spends by himself, it does not happen often. But he prefers it that way. The presence of another is preferred over solitude now. He almost wonders - questions - why he did not feel that way before.
Feel.
Such a simple word. A simple word that caused the biggest difference in him. Before he felt nothing. Nothing emotional at least, pain was never a concept lost on him. He knew pain well. Being thrust into a human body, emotions bubbling to the surface. Proving just how little control he had over himself when he was capable of the sensation. And not just emotions, but that insanity he had been trying to hide away for so long.
He remembers it well. Loosing his mind - again. Being locked up for so long that he felt nothing but headaches, attempting to find a plan. His way out. It would have been so simple to have registered when the crackdown had happened, for him to have wormed his way into a deal of sorts. He would not have been forced to let out his insanity had that been the case.
Why hadn't he done so? Had logic decided that in the long run that was a dead end, he would not fulfill his primary function that way? What kind of Decepticon would he be had he not chosen to go against them? It was logical to fight them. Perhaps it was not so logical. Complying would not have made him happy, and perhaps even the slightest hint of that within him at the time, had forced his decision.
Perhaps that had been why he had chosen to hide away. Move from laboratory to laboratory experimenting on humans. Studying, gaining knowledge. Learning how the body heals, and how to treat problems.
He can't recall his reasoning. It doesn't bother him.
Had he made another decision, saving Soundwave would not have happened.
He hums quietly as a hand begins to glow a faint purple. He rests it against the snow, watching it melt away from the little bit of radiation. He doesn't use his abilities often, aside from the more passive two. X-rays and radio waves. The dangerous radiation rarely gets used, but there is no one else up on the roof, he feels safe enough for the moment. And it is almost cooling to use it in this weather.
Radiation always got so hot.
Always keeping it bottled up inside didn't help much either. It was good to cool off somewhat.
Satisfied with the hole he's created in the snow pile, he stops the radiation, the glow vanishing. He wont stay outside much longer.
He doesn't like leaving Soundwave alone for long. He is attached. It is the closest he has ever been to someone. And he loves every bit of it. He can allow himself to feel that way now, and it feels good.
Life has been better. It had taken a few years, but it was better. For once he can honestly say he's happy, even with the current situation. He generally feels happy with the way things are.
There's the faintest smile on his face.