#silenceofthewave

[ask-smokescreen]

[The con sets a table down in front of Smokescreen and pulls a chessboard from its subspace. It places two cases full of pieces to one side of the board, and a timer on the other. Finally, Soundwave looks up and an image of a white and black chess piece is displayed on its visor. It tilts its helm, as if asking him to choose between them.]

/Smokescreen stares at the chess pieces, surprised. Wait, how did Soundwave know...? He thought he was so sneaky aboard the Nemesis./

You're challenging me, Sounds? Your funeral. I think I'll go with the white pieces. Matches my paint job a little bit more. Loser has to copy the winner's paint job.

[sooundwavess]

It's just staring at you. Menacingly.

It's just staring back. Menacingly.

[dailydoseoflogic]

@silenceofthewave

[Shockwave moved back at Soundwave's sudden action, watching as it subspaced the part. He wasn't going to get the chance to look at it soon after the repair, then.]

[A younger version of him would have attempted to argue with it, call its behavior illogical. Most of the body was taken, but that didn't mean that it was impossible to still possibly work with the part.]

[But that wasn't his priority at this point. Soundwave could do whatever it pleased with the tail; Shockwave just needed to... to...]

[His optic cycled as he ran through several internal simulations on how he could possibly fix this situation. Protect. Console. Care.]

[He shook his head, plucking enough nanite patches for the damage. He was going to repair Soundwave, get back to the nemesis, and run a thorough diagnostic on himself. The part had laid for millennia; it could wait longer for him to look at it.] [ He didn't try to move Soundwave's hands at this point-- Just attempting to put patches on the exposed points of damage. He finally spoke, his baritone voice seeming louder in the quiet of the deactivated lab.] You have sustained damage, Soundwave. Please, allow me to repair you.

[spark-took-flight]

@silenceofthewave said- :)

You're not funny, Soundwave. Shoo.

[lemonspens]

⠀ 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 @silenceofthewave

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⠀ ( a simple tilt of her helm . the fabric headband twisting and turning behind her frame as she stays rooted to where she stands . another 'wave . yet . she does not know that . . . it's thoughts are eerily quiet . too quiet . )

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⠀ ( no bother . it is not her first time experiencing not being able to use her outlier ability to its fullest . she does not need it to converse, so with little to no effort -- )

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⠀ ( she is extending a servo, taking a step forward . she's being friendly . others may need that push to talk, she understands . )

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⠀ '' hello . ''

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[alacritysparked]

@silenceofthewave replied to your post “"HEY! Keep it down! I've had to restart this ONE...”:

PETULANTLY PLAYS ITS .WAV FILE EVEN LOUDER!

​"FUCK-- just let me GO HOME! I CAN'T GO HOME UNTIL THIS IS DONE."

[kaoniitegladiator]

Soundwave places a servo on Megatron's shoulder.

It knows the comfort is not necessarily needed, but it wants to make it known that should Megatron require anything, Soundwave would give it to him.

War is war, but that does not mean those who wage it are as poisoned and cruel as their actions make them seem.

Megatron welcomes the touch, remaining in place as he silently savours their single point of contact. It was reassuring in its familiarity, lifting his spark minutely after the day's commotion.

Now, more than ever, he finds himself grateful for Soundwave and its unwavering loyalty—a steadfast presence in the face of near-constant tumult.

[quantumlogician]

cont » @silenceofthewave

It was a real shot in the dark, applying for a position in a company pioneered by someone who has more reason to hate him than all bots living and dead. Starscream gambled on the chances, if not to see where he can place his stock in this new world, completely unknown and foreign to him.

He held his own reservations about working alongside Soundwave again: the heedless oversight, the collision of personalities, all the differences so broad and varied that ' night-and-day ' could not fully encompass. Did the Seeker want to spend the rest of his active life walking on eggshells?

Did he have a choice?

Hunched over his office desk, he was nudged awake by a ping, and to his amazement, a pleasantly familiar designation.

Return reply:

Soundwave, Thank you for your response. It is good to hear from you again. Attached is three free slots I have within the next deca-cycle. If that is too soon, or does not work with your schedule, let me know and I will find some others. — Starscream