Dec 16, 2014
(I'm dying.)
::Alternate? Hold on, I’ll be right there.::
/Not even gonna hesitate, just going to quickly open a bridge and rush over there./
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(I'm dying.)
::Alternate? Hold on, I’ll be right there.::
/Not even gonna hesitate, just going to quickly open a bridge and rush over there./
(Do you have any candy?)
:: Do I look like I have any?::
(You're Knock Out's friend. Where is he?)
Oh. Apparently he wasn’t the only one being kept in the dark.
… he didn’t know how he felt about that.
::He’s dead. I’m sorry.::
(Hurt myself? You are the one in front of the barrel.)
Granted, his servo was shaking slightly, but this Knock Out—he reminded him too much of the one from his universe. And, of course, any bots with similarities to those he hated must have their spark extinguished.
"It wouldn't be the first time, and it won't be the last." He smirked and rolled his optics, glossa sliding over his lip. "You look like you're about to fall apart, Soundwave. I'm surprised you can lift that weapon." His helm tipped, watching the light trembling of a servo.
"You didn't answer my question. Should I get on knees? Beg you to let me live, that I'd do anything to keep my processor inside my helm?" His tone changed now, suggestive almost, "let you take advantage of me? Unclean servos allowed to touch, to rip apart my armor. The interface that follows is aggressive and uncaring, and you could freely abandon my battered frame?"
(It's nothing personal.)
"Is this the part where I beg for you to spare me," he inquired, crimson optics shuttering. This one didn't look well enough to pull the trigger, so unafraid but a bit bitter was his field. "Lower the gun, Soundwave, before you hurt yourself."
(I’m not weak, or inexperienced. If I don’t like something, it stops immediately.)
He was almost starting to be overwhelmed with decency. Giving a nod of his helm, he pressed slightly into the touch, pedes scraping along the floor as he moved closer. He himself had never done it with an Autobot—in his world, they tended to be on the slight psychotic side.
(I’m rather sure that you will not hurt me any.)
"I'm just saying," he huffed a little. It was embarrassing, but he still felt the need to remind Soundwave that he could say 'no' and Jazz would respect it.
His servo moved and other servo was soon rested on the ex-con's lower back, pulling their frame close. he traced sensitive biolights, hidden optics scanning over his features. "Don't mind if we go slow, do ya? I'm a little out of practice, and if we're going to enjoy this... gotta warm you up first, right? It's the proper thing to do."
/url meme/
Do I Follow Them?: yes
Why Did I Follow Them?: cause soundwave is a badass and i love him
Do We Role Play?: i don’t think we do? maybe a little
Do I Want To Role Play With Them: sure!
An AU Idea For Our Muses: ahhhhh jeez. transformers prime AU for me I guess?
A Song For Our Muses: pffaahaha (not being serious, but its the first song i could come up with)
Do I Ship Our Muses?: nah
What I Think About The Mun: you seem pretty cool!
Overall Opinion: awesome muse, awesome mun c:
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(It's nothing personal.)
Blaster cooly looked at Soundwave, despite the gun being pointed straight at him. "Are you sure it isn't? Or are those rumors about you having beef with me true?"
