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((I changed some tiny details in Monochrome’s backstory. Technically it’s not really a big or very significant change, but hey, if you’ve ever talked with me about my characters, you miiiight recognize one of the OCs I sort of often mention in pre-empurata Monochrome! :>
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First ping.
“Lieutenant.” Tormentor calls out absentmindedly.
Second ping..
Third ping…
Fourth ping!
F I F T H P I N G!!
Lieutenant answers it finally (once he’s finished with what he was working on) sparing a glance over at his Commander quite literally fuming. That mech has little tolerance when things annoy him. He’s fairly certain that there are new claw marks on the console now just out of irritation.
::Hello, please identify yourself.:: Lieutenant answers calmly.
Monochrome waited, digits tapping lazily against the nearest flat surface, which happened to be one of the consoles in the monitor room. Boooring. Oh, come on! Answer, whoever you are!
And finally, finally, when he was almost sure that this time no reply will come, someone did respond to his call.
Victory!
If the Praxian could smile, a large grin would have probably graced his faceplates. That was quite impossible though, so instead a single gold optics brightened in delight, doorwings rising high and almost fluttering.
::The designation’s Monochrome!:: was an almost immediate answer, quite enthusiastic and just a little bit laced with static.
Once in a while he could probably tell the truth. Maybe. Just a little bit.
((I found this dollmaker thing: https://www.dolldivine.com/merfolk.php so of course I had to make a mer!Monochrome. ))
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Oh?
Finally something to relieve him of the boredom of another monitor duty! Primus, he hated those.
::You have reached the office of Lord Megatron. How can I help you?::
☙ Verse info
((So I sort of decided to change this blog’s main verse into a wartime one, with Monochrome staying on a warship drifting through space and (most likely) annoying his fellow Decepticons.
This should make things a bit more interesting~))
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Examples:
If you could…? Do you have…? Would you ever…? Have you ever…? Would you like…? Do you want…?
drunkenforcefields:
monochr0me003:
Monochrome would have probably grinned if he only could. Instead, he shifted into a slightly more comfortable position in his chair (and whoever designed this piece of furniture clearly forgot that some mechs have doorwings - or was terribly prejudiced, as Monochrome suspected), and simply said the first thing that came to his processor.
:: Lord Megatron. ::
::Megggsie again, dddddarling?:: Sad to say, this was not the first time Trailcutter has accidentally answered someone while sloshed. Sorry friend you are now going to have to deal with a tipsy Teebs on your comm until you cut it off or he passes out.
::Iss…izznt the wwar over?::
Um. Darling...?
Doorwings flicked and Monochrome tilted his helm, single optic narrowing. Okay, sounding - and possibly really being - drunk was something he could understand. Incoherent speech he could understand.
But. Darling? In this context? Who the frag was this mech...?
:: Yup, it is. So? ::
drunkenforcefields:
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Whoozzat?
Monochrome would have probably grinned if he only could. Instead, he shifted into a slightly more comfortable position in his chair (and whoever designed this piece of furniture clearly forgot that some mechs have doorwings - or was terribly prejudiced, as Monochrome suspected), and simply said the first thing that came to his processor.
:: Lord Megatron. ::
skywxrpxd:
Tell Skywarp about it. Granted, they had reasons to be but where was the point in life if one could not get a laugh out of it along the way?
::Mmmmhm, doubt it’s that easy. There’s gotta be a physical reason ‘m pretty sure. Some kinda damage or glitch or something. Doubt that can be taught away.::
He considered for a moment.
::Would be hilarious though. The reactions, I mean. Mechs were already freaked out last time they saw him properly happy ’n I mean in a not-scheming way.::
Not that that had turned out to great. Skywarp had seen the problems with Skyfire coming from miles away and it was a testament to Starscream’s self-delusion that he had not. No point in dwelling on that, though.
::Ding-ding, the candidate gets a thousand rubber points. ‘n ya might end up revisitin’ that stuff about lucky. Talkin’ to me’s been used as punishment before.::
Not literally. But it had been implied.
His expression turned into a grimace and it was perfectly audible in the way he answered: ::Ugh, Shockwave’s a creep. I mean I know it ain’t his fault but still. He’s like… some kinda Frankenstein type mad scientist.::
::Aw, too bad. Just think of all the hilarious photos of our comrades we could take if that happened again.::
We.
Monochrome has already decided that they could be partners in crime. And Primus, what a great blackmail material such photos would be...!
::The best punishment ever, I’d say. I’d gladly take it instead of the ones I usually get.::
Yeah, he’d definitely talk with Skywarp as a punishment instead of being stuck on monitor duty or a cleaning one, or doing some other menial, absolutely boring tasks.
The Seeker’s comment about Shockwave was met with a short, quiet chuckle.
::Mmm...He’s not that bad. Mad scientist type, definitely, but at least he’s slagging good at it. And I can’t complain, really, the mech rebuilt my hands.::
It hurt like fragging Pit, took much longer than he expected and was extremely uncomfortable to watch, but Monochrome wasn’t going to complain - he was a Decepticon, after all, and Decepticons didn’t whine about things like this, right? And he got his hands back, so he wasn’t stuck with some ugly, awkward claws.
skywxrpxd:
Skywarp’s grin widened. Warmed his dark pit of a spark it did, or that was what he would have told anyone who might have asked. Few appreciated his jokes around these parts.
::I try,:: he snickered, tone only barely hinting at just how very pleased he was.
::I guess. Though he might start to be less hissy if he figured out how to control it. Pretty sure it’s like, two thirds of the reason his mood’s so foul all the time.::
Now it was Skywarp’s turn to laugh. Not nearly as much or as loudly as Monochrome, but clearly still amused.
::Could say that,:: he hummed after, still obviously keeping chuckles in check, ::’Bout as good as anyone knows him. I oughta, though. Been spark-bound to the glitch for… uhhh, like, since right before the war got declared officially.::
::Good.:: Monochrome definitely enjoyed company of mechs with good sense of humour, but so many of his fellow Decepticons were way too serious for his taste.
::Someone should teach him then,:: he hummed softly shifting his doorwings a little bit. ::Entire base would probably be shocked if they saw him in a good mood though. I’m pretty sure I would be.::
If the dark coloured Praxian had lips like a normal mech, he would have probably grinned hearing the other’s laughter, but since that wasn’t possible, his single optic narrowed, shining with delight.
Spark-bound to Starscream, huh? Now, that was interesting information!
Exactly the kind of information Monochrome liked; one that gave him some hints who he was actually talking with.
Spark-bound to Starscream meant someone from his trine. And since the Praxian has never heard about Thundercracker making such hilarious jokes...
::Skywarp, huh? It seems I’m lucky today, I don’t get to chat with mechs of your rank everyday.:: A pause. ::Outside of work-related stuff, I meant.:: Another pause. ::And I chat with Shockwave outside of work sometimes, he’s a pretty cool mech, but not that talkative, you know?::
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daringherring:
Would Swingfire have believed him if he had tried to assert his trustworthiness? Likely not. Jazz just saved them both the time, that’s all.
Personally, he likes Iacon quite a bit. It’s true he’d never been here before the war, and by the time he arrived here the city’s population was the highest it had ever been, what with the massive flood of refugees from all across Cybertron. The crowding back then had been extreme, almost more than the city had resources to accomodate, but there’d been a sense of community, of hope. It’s not so busy anymore, a few million years later, but it’s become Jazz’s home.
But that’s neither here nor there. « I probably won’t ever venture over, » he lies cheerfully, « so I guess I’ll just haveta take your word for it. What’s Praxus like? »
In Jazz’s universe, nonexistent. It’s interesting how finding out something as simple as a bot’s home city can place them definitively in the category of “not from this universe”. No need to go spilling that info right away, though; for the moment, he’ll keep it tucked under his hubcap.
As for the size of Swingfire’s apartment, that’s exactly what design is for. The right colours and layout, an accent piece or two, and the space could be opened up and brightened–or made cozy rather than cramped, if that’s what a bot wanted.
« I’d appreciate the business! And if I’m ever in need of… remind me what you said you dealt in? »
The question about Praxus almost made Monochrome’s entire frame freeze for a second. It was easy to admit that he was from Praxus. But describing how the city was actually like?
Not that easy anymore.
Because Monochrome didn’t really know, didn’t remember. Every single information he’s ever managed to find indicated that it was truly his home and yet it didn’t feel like one. The city itself didn’t even exist anymore.
He saw the ruins once though and they terrified him. And it wasn’t even the fact that the city was destroyed - and that his own comrades did it - that scared him so much, but rather the uneasiness the city evoke in his spark. Praxus was almost completely alien to him and he’s never seen it before that and yet...and yet it spoke and whispered to his spark in an eerie way. Each collapsed building and every street was both new and strangely familiar. They were like weird ghosts of something he once knew, something he should remember; it felt as if he should know every building and every passage through the city, their names and purpose - and yet all those things swirled somewhere at the very edge of his memory, disappearing into a thick fog whenever he tried to reach them and remember. It made his processor hurt.
When he thought about it now though, even the ruins probably didn’t exist anymore. Cybertron was very different.
Oh well. With a soft vent, Monochrome pulled a battered datapad out of his subspace, single optic quickly going through the information as he debated which could be used now. What would someone living in Praxus say about the city?
::It’s actually pretty funny, you know. It’s a pretty big trading hub and we have merchants from all of Cybertron here, but most mechs and femmes know it mostly as a technological and cultural center. Praxus’ architecture is designed to reflect both our traditions and progress.:: He hummed softly, thinking about what else he could add. ::And, of course, our frames look pretty good! But I’m pretty sure you’ve already noticed that if you’ve ever met a Praxian. You should totally come here for a bit of sightseeing, maybe for some art festival? The Helix Gardens were pretty cool too.::
Were. He said were. Frag.
::They’re uh, closed for renovation now, I think,:: Monochrome quickly added, before smoothly moving to answer the next question. ::I used to sell Praxian crystal sculptures, mostly souvenirs. With current political situation it was getting harder and harder to sell them though, so I’m changing my specialisation and waiting to sign some new deals right now.:: Another pause as his voice became slightly laced with static and his doorwings twitched with irritation. ::Firearms are much easier to sell nowadays, but I honestly hope you won’t need them. You sound like a pretty sweet mech, so don’t fall in with a wrong crowd.::
Neither Praxian crystals nor firearms were something he could be selling now, since the former didn’t exist anymore and the latter...well, it would attract too much attention. Monochrome suspected that if Grandstand hasn’t realised it yet, he soon will.
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monochr0me003:
::Soo…What’s your opinion on sparkeaters?::
Was that an appropriate question to ask to a stranger?
Probably not.
Did Monochrome care?
Not at all.
A simple ‘hello’ would have been boring, after all.
She blinked a few times.
“Well, they’re considered myth to some. I have yet to see one myself…but the notion i-is very scary.”
::Yup, pretty scary,:: he responded immediately, his voice perhaps a bit too cheerful considering the topic of their little conversation. ::Once some mech tried to sell me something that he claimed was a cyberpuppy. I’m preeeetty sure it was a sparkeater. Stupid mech thought I won’t see any difference.::
skywxrpxd:
::’course it’s true. I don’t lie - whatcha takin’ me for, some kinda deception-con?::
Skywarp was entirely too proud of the joke, eagerly awaiting a reaction. That was far more interesting than poking into the business of a mech’s voice.
::Pfffff. He doesn’t do it on purpose if ya mean that. He just ain’t very good at not doin’ it.::
Skywarp’s theory involved some kind of damage or glitch but even after millenia of flying together Starscream refused to tell. Probably justified, but still.
The reaction came in the form of a sudden burst of laughter, still laced with static, but definitely genuine. And that laughter continued for another moment, subtle hints of it still present when Monochrome spoke again.
::That was absolutely brilliant, my mech!::
He liked that very much and whoever he was actually talking with seemed to be a mech he could actually like too.
::He just ain’t very good at not doin’ it, huh?:: Monochrome repeated with a thoughtful hum, while trying to mimic the other’s way of speaking. ::Well, it’s a relief that he doesn’t do it on purpose then.::
He paused for just a second, before adding, ::So. You seem to know our good old Screamer pretty well, don’t you?::
What's Your Fatal Flaw?
From this quiz.
You got H) Fatal flaw: You’re too clever by half.
Your intelligence is unmatched, but your smart mouth is going to get you into trouble one of these days. Everyone says so. Odds are you’ll make one witty remark too many and meet a tragic, easily preventable end that surprises no one in the least. You’ll be mourned, of course, but we all saw it coming, and you kind of deserved it.
Transformers Character Analysis
1. Do you have many regrets? If so, is there anything you’ve done that you’re confident was the right thing to do?
2. Do you believe everyone is entitled to redemption? Are there things you would do or goals that you have to better yourself?
3. What do you want or need to accomplish in order to feel confident in who you wish to become?
4. How were you created? Did your upbringing shape who you would become? If it did, how?
5. Have you ever been denied freedoms, and if so, who denied you, what were denied, and why?
6. The universe is a mystery. Our lives are mysteries. Death is a mystery. Understanding these mysteries gives us peace. What is your idea of faith? Is it religious or spiritual? Is it just trusting you know how to survive? How much peace and understanding does your faith give you?
7. Do you have any physical ailments and if so, how have they impacted you? Have they weakened you or strengthened you? Were you created with these ailments or were they forced upon you?
8. Many have found themselves in terrible circumstances such as having to kill someone in order to save a larger group of people. What are some moral gray areas for you?
9. What do you value most and why? Does it cause you to deny others or deny yourself?
10. Have you ever changed your frame? Why did you?
11. What sort of powers do you possess and how did you come to possess them? Were you created with them or did you take them from others and integrate them into yourself? What do you want to do with these abilities and why?
12. Where are some of the places you’ve been? Why did you go there? Did these places influence you in any way?
13. Do you hate anyone? How did you come to hate them?
14. Do you have an amica endurae or conjunx endurae? Do you have a sparkmate? How did they come to mean so much to you?
15. What is your concept of family? Do you have a concept of family? Is your family still intact? What has become of it?
16. Home is something that can mean many things to many different people. What is “home” to you? Is it a place, such as where you were created or settled, or something more, such as a concept or people and things around you?
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daringherring:
Jazz has no comment on the state of the world and general truth-telling of those living in it; he’s certainly not going to assure the bot on the other end that he’s trustworthy. After all, he’s got good reason to believe they’re both lying through their exhausts right now. Come on, “Swingfire”, how do I know you’re telling the truth? Classic case of projection.
Besides which, merchant as a job option on Cybertron has been about as tenable as designer for nearly the same amount of time–which is to say, not at all, and several million years.
« Well, you know what they say: things hafta get worse before they get better. Gonna pick back up sooner or later! »
Of course the best lies are grounded in truth, so Jazz doesn’t have to work too hard to feign his discouragement tinged with optimism regarding his design business. Neither does he have to think long about the details of “Grandstand”‘s career.
« Interior design! Renovation projects, mostly. Haven’t rolled a tire through Iacon, either; never even thought about it. » (He says, from the relative comfort of his officer’s quarters in Iacon.) « Set up shop in Helex and never relocated. The rent’s too good! »
In a similar manner, Monochrome was very much aware that neither of them was telling the truth - and he noticed that “Grandstand” didn’t even bother trying to convince him that he was trustworthy - but he certainly wasn’t going to ruin all the fun by pointing that out.
::I hope so!::
Unfortunately, in Monochrome’s case, there was very little truth he could base his lies on. Things like this are a bit hard when you don’t remember the vast majority of your life, including your actual name, and most of your memories (at least those you want to remember) are closely tied to the war and being with the Decepticons.
:: I’ve never been to Helex, but I’ve been to Iacon few times on business trips, absolutely awful and terribly crowded city, so you didn’t lose much by not visiting it. I was so relieved to go back home to Praxus,::
Well, that might have been loosely inspired by something true. He was from Praxus, at least that’s what he’s been told – his frame matched the standard Praxian Enforcer model. Was he a Law Enforcer then, in the past? Monochrome had absolutely no idea, but such thought never failed to amuse him. He’d totally suck at being an Enforcer, he was pretty sure of that.
::And interior design sounds pretty cool, my mech! If I’ll ever feel like changing something in my apartment, I’ll definitely call you!:: The dark coloured Praxian had to try hard not to laugh as he looked around, giving his tiny room that was almost completely devoid of furniture a critical look.
