Ep 1.-Another Day's Work-Open
Sept 23, 2012 17:59:17 GMT -5
Post by league on Sept 23, 2012 17:59:17 GMT -5
((OOC: Song Link))
"Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store-"
Recently League had found a few interesting songs in one of his rare forays onto the internet, a place so vile even an old miner like he didn't want to try tunneling into it. But it did have it's perks, he often used it to find sailor songs or a good sea-shanty or three. But today he ran across an old classic with an unbeatable beat, it sung with his spark and it gave the heavy set mech a proud feeling. Even now as he languished on monitor duty he couldn't help but tap a heavy foot and sing along in a low tone. Even though the command room was empty at the moment, it was a struggle to keep his great booming voice low enough that he felt safe leaving himself open like this.
League would close his optics at times and just listen to the low rumble vibrating through his chassis. Whatever poor slagger built his form wasted a perfectly good audio system on this mech, though he didn't consider his more musical side any more then caterwauling, his voice was surprisingly melodic. It was easy to lose one's self in the brass baritone, even League himself found his processor drifting away as he sat in front of the monitors. However, even as he lost himself to music a little, the giant kept a sharp optic on the screens. Even if he took it upon himself to enjoy his boredom a bit, League was not about to let something slip by on his watch.
Slowly the words would blur into a deep rumbling hum and then back into a full song, seeming to wane in and out on some verses as the mech became distracted every so often. He never truly finsihed the song and instead just seemed to rumble over it time and time again, provided his sonar didn't pick up another bot coming closer, if it did League was quick to fall deathly silent, at least until he had the chance to open up his vocals once more to his his spark a much needed healing.
"Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store-"
Recently League had found a few interesting songs in one of his rare forays onto the internet, a place so vile even an old miner like he didn't want to try tunneling into it. But it did have it's perks, he often used it to find sailor songs or a good sea-shanty or three. But today he ran across an old classic with an unbeatable beat, it sung with his spark and it gave the heavy set mech a proud feeling. Even now as he languished on monitor duty he couldn't help but tap a heavy foot and sing along in a low tone. Even though the command room was empty at the moment, it was a struggle to keep his great booming voice low enough that he felt safe leaving himself open like this.
League would close his optics at times and just listen to the low rumble vibrating through his chassis. Whatever poor slagger built his form wasted a perfectly good audio system on this mech, though he didn't consider his more musical side any more then caterwauling, his voice was surprisingly melodic. It was easy to lose one's self in the brass baritone, even League himself found his processor drifting away as he sat in front of the monitors. However, even as he lost himself to music a little, the giant kept a sharp optic on the screens. Even if he took it upon himself to enjoy his boredom a bit, League was not about to let something slip by on his watch.
Slowly the words would blur into a deep rumbling hum and then back into a full song, seeming to wane in and out on some verses as the mech became distracted every so often. He never truly finsihed the song and instead just seemed to rumble over it time and time again, provided his sonar didn't pick up another bot coming closer, if it did League was quick to fall deathly silent, at least until he had the chance to open up his vocals once more to his his spark a much needed healing.