TF_SPEEDWRITING - Scenario: visiting a place after a very long time.
[PG] It's Been A While 1/2
Length: 365 words
Character: Thundercracker
Continuity: Warped Minds AU
Notes: Written for the "Gets what he wants but isn't totally satisfied with the result" incarnation of antepathy's "Conflict" exercise, and this week'stf_speedwriting prompts. Part one is for prompt 6 - Scenario: visiting a place you haven't been for a very long time.
[PREVIOUSLY]
Thundercracker left Skywarp entranced by Oldmecha’s story-telling. He’d considered bringing the younger mech with him, but decided against it, since he’d be cutting the curfew fine as it was.
Outside seemed quiet at first, but as he walked through the maze of alleys he could hear the muffled sounds of a hoard of Vos’ inhabitants, busy with their own lives, indoors. Few were out and about, and the noise dropped away again as he headed up to the open, unsecured walkways above the slum. At some point buildings had been thrown up here in such a way as to make it impossible to get from A to B without leaving the ground in some way or another.
An electrical storm boomed in the distance, and it began to drizzle. Thundercracker took a moment to be thankful that he was well-maintained, and the pH of the rain would need to be lower to cause him more than a mild inconvenience.
A moment later he descended back in to the warranous slums, and the stench of Skids. He didn’t remember the smell. The slums of Vos looked almost exactly as they had when he’d left them, but somehow they felt much more… dank. He couldn’t pinpoint any specific changes,* and wondered if perhaps it was him who had changed. This made sense, but he felt slightly ill-at-ease with the idea.
*Excepting that a number of roofing panels had been corroded by time and an increasingly acidic rain - then replaced with new (or at least newer) scrap to keep said weather off those sheltering inside.
It didn't help his peace of mind when a city guard (non-Seeker, so the denizens of the area must be in poor shape indeed if the mech was expected to be in any way effective) blocked his path.
“Eh, Seeker! It’s getting late, you shouldn’t be wandering around here.” The mech began somewhat aggressively, but his view of Thundercracker must have been obscured by the rain, because when he shone a light on the Seeker’s face (illuminating the Senate varvel) the mech’s tone changed notably. “It’s curfew in little more than a breem, and there’s those who can’t be trusted in areas like these.”
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Length: 365 words
Character: Thundercracker
Continuity: Warped Minds AU
Notes: Written for the "Gets what he wants but isn't totally satisfied with the result" incarnation of antepathy's "Conflict" exercise, and this week'stf_speedwriting prompts. Part one is for prompt 6 - Scenario: visiting a place you haven't been for a very long time.
[PREVIOUSLY]
Thundercracker left Skywarp entranced by Oldmecha’s story-telling. He’d considered bringing the younger mech with him, but decided against it, since he’d be cutting the curfew fine as it was.
Outside seemed quiet at first, but as he walked through the maze of alleys he could hear the muffled sounds of a hoard of Vos’ inhabitants, busy with their own lives, indoors. Few were out and about, and the noise dropped away again as he headed up to the open, unsecured walkways above the slum. At some point buildings had been thrown up here in such a way as to make it impossible to get from A to B without leaving the ground in some way or another.
An electrical storm boomed in the distance, and it began to drizzle. Thundercracker took a moment to be thankful that he was well-maintained, and the pH of the rain would need to be lower to cause him more than a mild inconvenience.
A moment later he descended back in to the warranous slums, and the stench of Skids. He didn’t remember the smell. The slums of Vos looked almost exactly as they had when he’d left them, but somehow they felt much more… dank. He couldn’t pinpoint any specific changes,* and wondered if perhaps it was him who had changed. This made sense, but he felt slightly ill-at-ease with the idea.
*Excepting that a number of roofing panels had been corroded by time and an increasingly acidic rain - then replaced with new (or at least newer) scrap to keep said weather off those sheltering inside.
It didn't help his peace of mind when a city guard (non-Seeker, so the denizens of the area must be in poor shape indeed if the mech was expected to be in any way effective) blocked his path.
“Eh, Seeker! It’s getting late, you shouldn’t be wandering around here.” The mech began somewhat aggressively, but his view of Thundercracker must have been obscured by the rain, because when he shone a light on the Seeker’s face (illuminating the Senate varvel) the mech’s tone changed notably. “It’s curfew in little more than a breem, and there’s those who can’t be trusted in areas like these.”
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