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[allshock_notalk]

who ; Soundwave & YOU
what ; Paying tribute and saying farewell.
where ; Garden Zone
when ; Thursday.
warning(s) ; n/a
notes ; If there is interest, I'm totally A-OK with anyone in this log discovering that Soundwave is really a former robot. C:

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[idkmybffhanna]

He enjoys walking around the garden zones. There was a time when he'd walked the earth, traveling from place to place, managing to get by hitchiking at night and hiding on freighters. Ten years was, after all, a very long time, and in that time he'd seen a great many places.

But since he'd come back to the city, the only places there were green were graveyards and parks; there were few wild places. Curious that the first time he'd have to leisurely peruse a green place would be in this steel and glass jar suspended in the sky.

He comes across the blue-haired man and stops. This is a familiar scene to him (some... memory stirs, something unrecognized) and he keeps his silence. The strangeness of the words doesn't bother him at all, nor does the colored hair or, indeed, anything about the scene. He's seen stranger things. He's sure he will see stranger things.

He says nothing to interrupt, though he does take off his hat. It seems right to do so. Respectful. What this individual is doing is obvious to him, even if the words are entirely foreign.

[allshock_notalk]

The gesture confuses Soundwave, if only for the fact that he does not recognize this individual. The Decepticon tilts his head faintly as he glances to the stranger, adjusting his voice to sound. Normal, by human standards.

"I do not recognize you," he comments. "Did you know Charles?"

The pretense seems pointless now, other than the fact that it's easier to get information pretending to be a human. Otherwise, he could not care less. It's simply become a bit of a habit now.

[idkmybffhanna]

"Apologies for interrupting," he said. "And no, I didn't know Charles."

He shrugged. He'd seen someone named Charles post on the comms, and this person - Joseph? - as well.

"I had stumbled upon this quite by accident, and it felt like the appropriate thing to do. To show a little respect."

He wasn't entirely sure why this man was bothering to pretend. He was hardly human himself, and that was terribly obvious up close - the stitches, the leathery skin, the faint glow in his eyes. But then again, he still wore his coat and gloves, and he'd since placed his hat back on his head.

They both had their pretenses, he supposed.

"I'll leave, if you wish to be alone."

[allshock_notalk]

"Negative. You may remain, if you'd like. I am certain he would enjoy the company; he was much more social than I was."

Soundwave picked and chose who he'd protect, who he'd deem his; Skyfire simply enjoyed people, through and through.

The Cybertronian glances at the scarf, then turns away to sit at one of the benches.

[idkmybffhanna]

"I see," he said.

He wondered if it had been similar in any way to himself and Hanna - good friends, one quiet, one much more gregarious. One to push the other to be something more, to do something more, to...

To live again, perhaps. At least, in his case.

He has questions, but he does not know if it is wise to ask. Or polite. It's Hanna who tends to barge into situations with no forethought and ask the right question at the wrong time.

Still. He is curious.

"Did he die, or...?"

Or leave. Or vanish. Or anything at all. He assumes death; but really, it could be something else.