[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Sticks and Stones [Whirl, Mitch, Scream, Soundwave, Closed]
Aug 11, 2018 0:34:25 GMT -5
Post by Starscream on Aug 11, 2018 0:34:25 GMT -5
Starscream's gaze slowly drifted back to Skirmisher as he spoke up first. His own field relatively calm and level despite the tension of the situation at hand, although there was a slight incline of his helm as he listened to what was being said.
“Hadn't been close - and yet you pulled out your medkit with intention to administer aid, no?” he droned, folding one arm across himself and resting his other elbow in that servo as he vaguely gestured to the medkit in question with a loose wave of his fingers. “Despite the amount of nonsense that escaped your mouth, I was listening. Seems you are rather slow. I was about to administer first aid. I was about to step in and stop my partner.” his tone shifting at the end there, an attempt to mimic the other mech.
“It's a wonder you can do anything at all if you're always about to do something.” he tsk'd sharply, shaking his helm.
Difference between action and planning indeed. And unlike this mech before him? Starscream was one for simply doing, rather than talking about being about to do it. At least for the most part. Talking about it while he was doing it was... different. Heh...
“It is no bother to me what you call yourself – although I am more than entitled to my opinion of that any proud Cybertronian would go by their original designation, not fashion one after a common planet pest. But what do I know,” his lips curved into a grin, “Maybe it helps you fit in.”
The horror film franchise comment was lost on him, and he'd quirk a brow as if confused about the sentence. Was that a jab in there? Can't be insulted by things that don't make sense...
“Why look it up? It's so childish that it's borderline insulting to even look for a greater meaning to the thing.” He said with a sneer. Primus if this was who Optimus had on his team, the Decepticons had more chance at winning this war than he first realized.
The next words made him roll his optics, shifting his weight and looping his arms behind his back once more.
“A Magistrate? Oh, and where do we plan on finding one of those, mm?” honestly this guy was so by the book... And unless the Autobots happened to have a Magistrate lurking around their base somewhere to deal with this 'properly'? He hadn't even given it a second thought. That wasn't how things were done, and hadn't been for a long while now.
The comment about him having more respect for Soundwave made Starscream's optics narrow, denta gritting some in his mouth as his wings gave the tell-tale flutter of irritation once more.
“Adorable – you believe an overabundance of large words and petty nonsensical jabs make you look intelligent,” he growled, servos curling into fists behind his back. “I am not looking for your respect, Autobot! As for Megatron do you think coming out here to retrieve a straggler is worthy of his time? Technically you aren't even worth our time!” he was getting riled, his field bristling some in annoyance.
A laugh caught him off guard then, and his narrowed optics would turn to the direction they came from – Whirl. His lip twitching, curling into a sneer of complete and utter unamusement.
This guy was completely unhinged, and every time Starscream opened his mouth to respond – more nonsense came from the other mech, followed by more cackling.
The Autobots really did let anyone in...
As Whirl straightened up, Starscream found his own frame tensing some. He stood up straighter himself, even though his own height was nothing compared to the spindly mech now that he was actually attempting to boast and intimidate through size alone. There was a slight quiver in his lip, a twitch – but he stared upward and didn't step back or lose his ground. This guy was insane, but was he stupid enough to break the truce?
Surely not. It was this that Starscream clung to, that and the knowledge that Soundwave was there watching and waiting to step in as backup should he need to.
“Thank you for the thrilling glimpse into your history.” he droned, unsure as to what that had to do with anything at all regarding current day activities, but ah, it seemed all Autobots liked to talk about nonsense, and Whirl was no different.
He'd be lying if he didn't feel some relief as Whirl stepped back and away, though. He'd watch as the blades were sheathed, his shoulders that'd hiked up some finally dropping - and he frowned as the Medi-kit was retrieved. Ugh, the least they could do was patch up the injured Decepticon before he bled out in front of them all – lest they want to add murder to this situation.
Then again, that wouldn't be his problem.
“Yes - please, be on your way and stop wasting more of our time. It's bad enough we'll be returning without him, but you are delaying us further in doing so...” he still wasn't fighting the fact one of his own was being taken, his words droned out like this was nothing more than a mere inconvenience at this point.
“A postcard?!” he growled, voice raised again. This guy was ridiculous. Why were they even still here? This was a complete and utter waste of time now – especially as they were not leaving with what they came here for - since they weren't here to cause trouble by taking their Decepticon by force. One injured Decepticon was hardly worth breaking the truce over, and it wasn't like LOGIC seemed to be playing a role in this situation…
Normally this would be where he'd swivel on a heel, transform gracefully and leave without word (probably without Soundwave) – but due to the nature of this situation, he would remain standing where he was. Not wanting to turn his back on two Autobots – one very unstable at that – and a Decepticon he had essentially abandoned and turned over to the enemy with very little fight.
“I suppose I'll find out, mm?” his words a low purr, and he'd pull one arm from behind his back to pick at a claw.
“Can't be any worse than the last time.”
“Hadn't been close - and yet you pulled out your medkit with intention to administer aid, no?” he droned, folding one arm across himself and resting his other elbow in that servo as he vaguely gestured to the medkit in question with a loose wave of his fingers. “Despite the amount of nonsense that escaped your mouth, I was listening. Seems you are rather slow. I was about to administer first aid. I was about to step in and stop my partner.” his tone shifting at the end there, an attempt to mimic the other mech.
“It's a wonder you can do anything at all if you're always about to do something.” he tsk'd sharply, shaking his helm.
Difference between action and planning indeed. And unlike this mech before him? Starscream was one for simply doing, rather than talking about being about to do it. At least for the most part. Talking about it while he was doing it was... different. Heh...
“It is no bother to me what you call yourself – although I am more than entitled to my opinion of that any proud Cybertronian would go by their original designation, not fashion one after a common planet pest. But what do I know,” his lips curved into a grin, “Maybe it helps you fit in.”
The horror film franchise comment was lost on him, and he'd quirk a brow as if confused about the sentence. Was that a jab in there? Can't be insulted by things that don't make sense...
“Why look it up? It's so childish that it's borderline insulting to even look for a greater meaning to the thing.” He said with a sneer. Primus if this was who Optimus had on his team, the Decepticons had more chance at winning this war than he first realized.
The next words made him roll his optics, shifting his weight and looping his arms behind his back once more.
“A Magistrate? Oh, and where do we plan on finding one of those, mm?” honestly this guy was so by the book... And unless the Autobots happened to have a Magistrate lurking around their base somewhere to deal with this 'properly'? He hadn't even given it a second thought. That wasn't how things were done, and hadn't been for a long while now.
The comment about him having more respect for Soundwave made Starscream's optics narrow, denta gritting some in his mouth as his wings gave the tell-tale flutter of irritation once more.
“Adorable – you believe an overabundance of large words and petty nonsensical jabs make you look intelligent,” he growled, servos curling into fists behind his back. “I am not looking for your respect, Autobot! As for Megatron do you think coming out here to retrieve a straggler is worthy of his time? Technically you aren't even worth our time!” he was getting riled, his field bristling some in annoyance.
A laugh caught him off guard then, and his narrowed optics would turn to the direction they came from – Whirl. His lip twitching, curling into a sneer of complete and utter unamusement.
This guy was completely unhinged, and every time Starscream opened his mouth to respond – more nonsense came from the other mech, followed by more cackling.
The Autobots really did let anyone in...
As Whirl straightened up, Starscream found his own frame tensing some. He stood up straighter himself, even though his own height was nothing compared to the spindly mech now that he was actually attempting to boast and intimidate through size alone. There was a slight quiver in his lip, a twitch – but he stared upward and didn't step back or lose his ground. This guy was insane, but was he stupid enough to break the truce?
Surely not. It was this that Starscream clung to, that and the knowledge that Soundwave was there watching and waiting to step in as backup should he need to.
“Thank you for the thrilling glimpse into your history.” he droned, unsure as to what that had to do with anything at all regarding current day activities, but ah, it seemed all Autobots liked to talk about nonsense, and Whirl was no different.
He'd be lying if he didn't feel some relief as Whirl stepped back and away, though. He'd watch as the blades were sheathed, his shoulders that'd hiked up some finally dropping - and he frowned as the Medi-kit was retrieved. Ugh, the least they could do was patch up the injured Decepticon before he bled out in front of them all – lest they want to add murder to this situation.
Then again, that wouldn't be his problem.
“Yes - please, be on your way and stop wasting more of our time. It's bad enough we'll be returning without him, but you are delaying us further in doing so...” he still wasn't fighting the fact one of his own was being taken, his words droned out like this was nothing more than a mere inconvenience at this point.
“A postcard?!” he growled, voice raised again. This guy was ridiculous. Why were they even still here? This was a complete and utter waste of time now – especially as they were not leaving with what they came here for - since they weren't here to cause trouble by taking their Decepticon by force. One injured Decepticon was hardly worth breaking the truce over, and it wasn't like LOGIC seemed to be playing a role in this situation…
Normally this would be where he'd swivel on a heel, transform gracefully and leave without word (probably without Soundwave) – but due to the nature of this situation, he would remain standing where he was. Not wanting to turn his back on two Autobots – one very unstable at that – and a Decepticon he had essentially abandoned and turned over to the enemy with very little fight.
“I suppose I'll find out, mm?” his words a low purr, and he'd pull one arm from behind his back to pick at a claw.
“Can't be any worse than the last time.”