#silent-communications

[sneakymedulla]

((You're a smooth criminal.))

it's mr. commander soundwave n_n

welcome back! did you go on an adventure?

[crimson-siders]

silent-communications reblogged your post and added:

//the mun isn’t sure how to interpret that :3

Mun should take it as 'I may or may not be afraid of being killed by muse (cough silentsoundy)' and take it as a YOU PERFECT BEING HIDE ME OR THEY'LL NOTICE ME WATCHING!

[mlnseoks]

silent-communications replied to your post: //I almost clicked my own blog thinking it was...

Detroit is the place to be

no no detroit no

[sneakymedulla]

((Don't chase the rabbit.))

A memory unfolds, and the etheric wisps of mnemo-web tease forth the collected sights, sounds, and sensations from Sneaky's haze of memory.

You see through her eyes, you hear her thoughts and the excited twittering voices around... but you can affect no change.

It is night. The air is still warm after the scorching heat of the summer day, and the high songs of the crickets are punctuated by the crunching and rustling of many footsteps upon dry grass.

"I think I'm going to go back to the car, man," a high-pitched male pined.

Her voice - Sneaky's voice - responded, "No, dude! It's okay, the ghosts won't hurt you! You'll be fine!"

More chatter from the others - her friends - all words lost on her as they marched across the moonlit field. Excitement rushed through her veins and a hundred thoughts bounced and popped in her mind with barely-contained energy:

OH GOD I HOPE WE SEE A GHOST

WHAT IF IT ATTACKS US

WHAT IF WE DON'T SEE A GHOST

I WONDER WHERE WE CAN GO GHOST-HUNTING IF THIS DOESN'T WORK OUT

I WONDER WHO THE GHOST WILL BE

WHAT IF THERE ARE POLICE

OKAY I WILL SAY, "I'M SORRY OFFICER WE WERE JUST GHOST HUNTING" AND THEN PRESENT THE RECORDER AND JUNK AS PROOF

WHAT IF THEY DON'T BELIEVE ME

OH GOD I COULD LOSE MY JOB AND MY HOME

AAAAAAAA GHOST-HUNTING IS SO GODDAMN AWESOME

OH GOD I HAVEN'T THOUGHT OF ANYTHING TO SAY TO THE GHOST

FUCK

SHIT

I HATE SUMMER

A boundary of low pine-trees interrupted their march. Stepping through, they entered their destination: the cemetary.

There was no fence, no alarms. Her cell-phone's flashlight illuminated the nearest tombstones:

"THOMAS, Oct. 29, 1925 - Jan. 19, 1996""MADSEN, Born 15 Nov. 1973. Died 10 March. 2005""O, MY LORD, I DID MY BEST. TIMOTHY K. ROTHCHILD. MAY 15, 1910 - MAY 27, 1974. GOD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL."

She closed her eyes and stilled her mind. No, there was no eerie feeling, no unearthly lights, no whispers from beyond the grave. In fact, the night felt quite ordinary. She meandered between the tombstones when one of her friends pointed across the lot and hissed, "Look! Someone's coming!"

A pair of headlights whipped around the cemetary's office and sped up through its lane toward them. A ground light briefly illuminated the side of the vehicle: "IMPERIAL SECURITY".

"Oh shit, run!" Someone shouted.

She spun around on her heel and bolted through the trees (someone got hit in the face by a thin branch full of pine-needles), and tore back across the field in a panic with the rest of her friends. The distance back to their vehicle seemed longer than it did on the way in, and her lungs felt ready to burst.

They piled in, and she had scarcely buckled her seat-belt before the SUV ripped away into the night, and vanished into the suburbs.

[xxxsoundwavexxx]

((Don’t you dare.))

-Oh shun it, hes not going to harm you. But your unique colourscheme does look very interesting..he just wanted to inspect it a litle closer-

[sneakymedulla]

((Organic human female : you haven't been badly injured messing with giant metallic beings 20 times your size have you?))

nope c:

maybe because they all like me sooooo much c:

how are you mr. commander soundwave? learned any neat secrets lately?

[bootymusprime-archive]

((Meme : Demons.))

Demons: What's an aspect of yourself you try to hide from others?

That the slightest thing can offend me or make me feel unwanted *basically I'm clingy and needy as fuck and I hate it*