#askarcee

[silent-stalker]

@askarcee // continued from here

- I have my own personal console in my quarters, I don’t even need a datapad. -

- My Sarscream has noticed the last few shifts I’ve simply spent in my own quarters, and threatened to send me on patrols in the arctic sector if I continued the trend. -

[remnants-of-soundwaves]

"Alright, I saw your comm frequency. How bad is it over there, and what help do you need?"

::I do not need-::

He internally sighs. His situation is barely something that is bothering him to the fullest, he's had worse. It could be worse, he could be a prisoner. But Soundwave is free to roam his little garden of Eden without the ever annoying chit chatter of the Nemesis' crew.

Okay , maybe he misses the background noise a little bit.

::Situation is under control, far from overwhelming.::

::Energon supplies, hard to come by.:: What Arcee decided to do with that information was up to her.

[ask-smokescreen]

If you're going to accuse everyone of having a fetish for Soundwave's feet, at least don't use MINE as an example.

. . .

Wait, those are your feet?

I- I just went for the first accidental photo I took, I thought it was Soundwave and-

Am I gonna get socked for insulting you accidentally? I’m sorry, Arcee.

[wcrkerbee]

>> @askarcee ;; via.

     << I... >>

     His comms cut off, processor taking an extra moment to sort through this uncanny feeling he has. Then he turns his focus to the connection.

     << I’m not sure, sorry. I just can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong. >>

[aranea-mechanica]

@askarcee - m!a poltarageist

Arcee’s wailing was positively magnetic to Tarantulas, even though the vibrations themselves couldn’t reach his formless state. Still, he could sense her despair resonating though Soundwave, through Smokescreen, through the uncomfortable kinship he felt with her violent sorrow. Something awful was happening to her, with her, around her - and maybe it had to do with whatever was happening with himself as well. 

It wasn’t difficult to seep through the cracks and ley lines of the multiverse to find her, aided by space bridges and the echo of her wails. And suddenly there she was before him - a softly levitating nightmare, something more felt than seen. But it was unlikely she could see or feel him in return - not like this, immaterial and untethered as he was. Maybe she could sense his emotion somehow, the constant cacophony of fear, helplessness, spite, elation, self-pity, and self-loathing that accompanied his existence.

Tarantulas had no idea how to announce himself, or if he even could, or should. He hardly knew what he himself was, let alone who this new specter could be. But he felt he ought to try - and so he channeled his energy into a chilly, trembling gust, rippling the shroud that hung from her darkened helm.

[forgedcold]

Okay, I need to know; what's with all the kissing and why are you acting so weird?

“The current bane of my existence: grayfaces. It would’ve been too simple for them to request I be bludgeoned over the helm ten times.” 

Heh. 

“Does it entertain you seeing a Megatron foolishly suffer?”

[sgsoundwave]

askarcee

"I know you like that old-timey stuff, but how good are you at making music?"

     “Well, I don’t mean to toot my own horn, figuratively or literally, but I was renowned as quite the virtuoso in my day. Make no mistake, my blue dame, while my aesthetic runs a little more vintage than most, I'm still well versed in modern conventions. I can replicate any style you want. However, I will need a description and example of how you want to sound. Might I ask, what is the occasion?”

[silent-stalker]

@askarcee has requested a Comm. link

How do Autobots keep getting on this frequency? Did Knockout give it away again? Little red menace.

:: Query: do you have business on this frequency? Soundwave: busy.