Ep 2 - "Refuge" - Closed
Jul 11, 2015 18:20:01 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2015 18:20:01 GMT -5
Fairwinds took another mighty bite from the energon crystal, flakes spraying from her beak. Usually she was a very neat eater, manipulating her fuel in any form in a delicate and non-messy way (Megatron did not look kindly upon crumbs or drips).
"Nah, pussycat," she said, mid-chew and grinning. "I like the my inside-parts inside."
Loquacious as he was, and tangential as her focus could be, Fairwinds could not be cassette to the Decepticon Commander without knowing when to keep her beak shut. She gossiped about everyone, and was one of the main contributors of truths, rumours and outright lies to the Nemesis grapevine - but never about Megatron.
Her master was an intensely private individual. She guessed it had been the inevitable result of spending centuries with practically none. He was rather stoic about his personal life, which wasn't really much to comm. home about in Fairwinds' opinion. On top of that, and likely without Megatron's conscious awareness, the warlord had built himself up as a symbol: indefatigable, unconquerable and immense in presence. That image needed to be maintained.
But.
Fairwinds looked between Soundwave and Ravage, beak slowly closing like a door with a pressure hinge.
Of everyone in, basically, the whole universe with the exception of herself, no one knew Megatron better than Soundwave. Furthermore, he'd watched just about every interaction their leader experienced whilst on holiday from himself. Including the delightfully disastrous sparring match with Roulette.
And Ravage was Soundwave's cassette, so that made him a safe pair of audios, too.
She clicked her beak, crests fluffing with amusement. "Well, it was pretty weird seeing Master getting all flustered. And he did not appreciate me offering to make him a fridge magnet of him with Roulette's legs wrapped round his neck, no sir-ee."
"Nah, pussycat," she said, mid-chew and grinning. "I like the my inside-parts inside."
Loquacious as he was, and tangential as her focus could be, Fairwinds could not be cassette to the Decepticon Commander without knowing when to keep her beak shut. She gossiped about everyone, and was one of the main contributors of truths, rumours and outright lies to the Nemesis grapevine - but never about Megatron.
Her master was an intensely private individual. She guessed it had been the inevitable result of spending centuries with practically none. He was rather stoic about his personal life, which wasn't really much to comm. home about in Fairwinds' opinion. On top of that, and likely without Megatron's conscious awareness, the warlord had built himself up as a symbol: indefatigable, unconquerable and immense in presence. That image needed to be maintained.
But.
Fairwinds looked between Soundwave and Ravage, beak slowly closing like a door with a pressure hinge.
Of everyone in, basically, the whole universe with the exception of herself, no one knew Megatron better than Soundwave. Furthermore, he'd watched just about every interaction their leader experienced whilst on holiday from himself. Including the delightfully disastrous sparring match with Roulette.
And Ravage was Soundwave's cassette, so that made him a safe pair of audios, too.
She clicked her beak, crests fluffing with amusement. "Well, it was pretty weird seeing Master getting all flustered. And he did not appreciate me offering to make him a fridge magnet of him with Roulette's legs wrapped round his neck, no sir-ee."