Tell me all that you've thrown away [CLOSED]
Who: Blitzwing and Starscream
What: Meeting after a betrayal. And a suicide. And a coma-thing. CATCHING UP.
Where: The Opera House.
When: RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. Late Friday night. (October 30th)
Warnings: None!
It's less difficult to maintain this form than he'd originally anticipated. True, it's not quite as sturdy as the hyena that he's grown used to, but it still has the same basic shape, and the same built-in weaponry. He runs his tongue along his teeth, quietly estimating the damage they could deal. Nothing substantial, really. Especially when faced with ... what he fears figures will eventually come to find him. Still, their presence is oddly reassuring.
Interesting, how some species attempt to compensate for their fragile composition. He supposes he can appreciate that. Somewhat.
The Decepticon in disguise sits in the upper level of the Opera House, looking out one of the windows. It's rather irritating to be confined like this, but he knows it's his best chance for survival. Though really, he's begun to wonder if it wouldn't be better to simply turn himself over to Megatron. Get it over and done with. He knows that he'll be found eventually; perhaps it would be better to just accept his punishment now. No matter what that may be....
Blitzwing twitches and immediately growls at himself. Such weakness. It must be the result of this form. There's no way he would allow it normally. He focuses on the building just across the way, memorizing each individual line. Keep himself occupied. Yes, that seems to be the best course of action.
What: Meeting after a betrayal. And a suicide. And a coma-thing. CATCHING UP.
Where: The Opera House.
When: RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. Late Friday night. (October 30th)
Warnings: None!
It's less difficult to maintain this form than he'd originally anticipated. True, it's not quite as sturdy as the hyena that he's grown used to, but it still has the same basic shape, and the same built-in weaponry. He runs his tongue along his teeth, quietly estimating the damage they could deal. Nothing substantial, really. Especially when faced with ... what he fears figures will eventually come to find him. Still, their presence is oddly reassuring.
Interesting, how some species attempt to compensate for their fragile composition. He supposes he can appreciate that. Somewhat.
The Decepticon in disguise sits in the upper level of the Opera House, looking out one of the windows. It's rather irritating to be confined like this, but he knows it's his best chance for survival. Though really, he's begun to wonder if it wouldn't be better to simply turn himself over to Megatron. Get it over and done with. He knows that he'll be found eventually; perhaps it would be better to just accept his punishment now. No matter what that may be....
Blitzwing twitches and immediately growls at himself. Such weakness. It must be the result of this form. There's no way he would allow it normally. He focuses on the building just across the way, memorizing each individual line. Keep himself occupied. Yes, that seems to be the best course of action.