#metalmantis

[thesilverseeker]

RP: Speaking with Silence

With his back turned away from the majority of those occupying the bridge, Starscream might have appeared at ease, or at least somewhat content. But, if one were to observe the smallest of tremors running along his wings, or the constant, snappish fluctuation of his field, one might think differently. Most of the vehicons knew to keep their distance when he was in such a mood -- they could remember the sting of his claws against their faceplates vividly enough.

Very few could approach without risk of injury; one such just so happened to be made of shadow....

[holdmygrenade]

when you're trying to troll soundwave in character and his submit page magically knows it and DOESN'T LET YOU SUBMIT THING unil you've jumped through several hoops and changed browsers

sounders stop modding your pages to be antispam/antitroll

wreckers got quotas to keep here

//shot

[metalmantis]

Soundwave slowed to a stop, reaching up to rub slender digits on her small helm. Duty for now, could wait. His minicon was first priority to him at the moment. 

Laserbeak: Came to no harm?

[wingedvigilance]

| Little to none. | 

Laserbeak rubbed her helm against his digits. The minicon missed Soundwave.

[predatoryking]

{{ Predaking, several members of our numbers have gone missing. I request your assistance by employing your skills and investigate their disappearance. Please report to Soundwave for further information. }}

The fire and shaking that had ripped through this floating nest made Predaking roar and flex his wings, to hide the shake and shudder in his own frame as memories of the Cataclysm battered at him.

He didn’t know how long it had taken him to weather the storm, but he found the plating beneath his claws had crumpled and shredded, and the walls around him were heavily dented. 

There was no time to reflect upon it, as the message that awaited him took priority.

Under any other circumstances, he would have refused. He reported to nowhere, answered to no one, and even the polite language the order was couched in brought his hackles up.

But he had seen the screens, watched as a kind of carrion-filth he had never seen before threatened one of his Pack, and for that he would put aside his pride. Resolved, he turned and stormed down the long tunnel. He did not know who or what this ‘Soundwave’ was, but reason - how he hated it - told him where the mech was most likely to be found.

This threat would not go unanswered, and the carrion-filth would die beneath his claws like all the others.

[metalmantis]

Well now they were just standing here staring at each other. What did the seeker want? 

[thesilverseeker]

Attention, maybe. Probably. Definitely attention.

Starscream was just going to continue attempting to think of a way to get back at Knock Out for his ridiculous prank. Maybe Soundwave would stop staring at him in the meantime.

....

Peeking out of the corner of his optic didn't count, right?

[notthefinish]

Hmmmmm...

For some reason, he can't shake the feeling he is being watched.

Well more then normal anyway.

"I wonder if this has something to do with Starscream's doll?" He certainly had enjoyed watching the shenanigans , but knowing the Seeker, something had to be coming as a repercussion.

"Perhaps I should go hide my valuables, just in case." Which pretty much meant his favorite buffer.

[metalmantis]

Soundwave frowned behind his visor, taking note of the red medic’s currently dull routine. What was he supposed to be looking out for? Him plotting Starscream's demise? 

Whatever it was, he wasn’t seeing it as of right now so he turned his attention to his other screens as soon as Starscream cut out. 

[wrecknrule]

A rock smacked him in the back of the head. PING!

"What the slag-!?"

Wheeljack spun in the hall, only to find no one else there. Optics narrowing, and winglets flared wide, he scanned down the length of the corridor before stepping forward a few times to check the nearest door.

Nothing.

{{ Yo, Visorface, know yer listenin’ an’ watchin’ and doin’ yer creepy thing, so if that was yer pest o’ minicon, ya can tell her to knock it the slag off. }}