.5-Museum-Open
May 24, 2012 21:37:32 GMT -5
Post by league on May 24, 2012 21:37:32 GMT -5
((OOC: Yeah it's open, if you can think of an excuse to barge into League's room...and prepare for dents.))
It had been a rather hard day, League wasn't much impressed with the new bots lurking around the base. Every day it began to feel more and more crowded, more bots to tip-toe around and names to remember. The miner mused that this had never bothered him back in the war, as he slid open the door to his chambers he wonder what had changed this time.
His room was dark, barely any lights, it resembled a cave more then anything else, much less the home of an Autobot. Rocks, fossils and mineral samples of all sorts lined the walls, like trophies of the massive bot's many wanderings on the planet. There was even a small case around a chunk of energon in it's natural state. And finally in the corner of the room was a very refined looking still, made of only the best parts it was constantly mulling over energon to League's secret settings, making the miner's near infamous high-grade.
See his room calmed the mech down a bit, scanning across his iron samples to his plutonium, each holding a very special spot in his memory. But soon this comfort was worn away by League's private worried, his own near constant agitation. Being in a foul mood was nothing new, but by all rights he should feel more at ease with bots he could at least trust to settle into predictable patterns. Perhaps he had been just the untrusting sort for too long or maybe he was due for another 'vacation' at sea, some time to be by himself, sing a few songs and enjoy the silence of the ocean.
The idea of taking a leave was sounding rather good to the sub as he sat down on the massive metal slab he used as a recharge station, or a bed in human terms. In fact he was already missing the sound of a good song, not many on the base cared to sing and League was not about to let his musical voice be heard by others, at least not without being good and smashed. With a soft size he closed his blue optics and leaned back against a bare spot in the wall, making sure not to harm his rocks as he sat and rested his tired optics for a spell.
It had been a rather hard day, League wasn't much impressed with the new bots lurking around the base. Every day it began to feel more and more crowded, more bots to tip-toe around and names to remember. The miner mused that this had never bothered him back in the war, as he slid open the door to his chambers he wonder what had changed this time.
His room was dark, barely any lights, it resembled a cave more then anything else, much less the home of an Autobot. Rocks, fossils and mineral samples of all sorts lined the walls, like trophies of the massive bot's many wanderings on the planet. There was even a small case around a chunk of energon in it's natural state. And finally in the corner of the room was a very refined looking still, made of only the best parts it was constantly mulling over energon to League's secret settings, making the miner's near infamous high-grade.
See his room calmed the mech down a bit, scanning across his iron samples to his plutonium, each holding a very special spot in his memory. But soon this comfort was worn away by League's private worried, his own near constant agitation. Being in a foul mood was nothing new, but by all rights he should feel more at ease with bots he could at least trust to settle into predictable patterns. Perhaps he had been just the untrusting sort for too long or maybe he was due for another 'vacation' at sea, some time to be by himself, sing a few songs and enjoy the silence of the ocean.
The idea of taking a leave was sounding rather good to the sub as he sat down on the massive metal slab he used as a recharge station, or a bed in human terms. In fact he was already missing the sound of a good song, not many on the base cared to sing and League was not about to let his musical voice be heard by others, at least not without being good and smashed. With a soft size he closed his blue optics and leaned back against a bare spot in the wall, making sure not to harm his rocks as he sat and rested his tired optics for a spell.