[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Moving Out [Optimus]
Jun 1, 2019 17:00:07 GMT -5
Post by Windshield on Jun 1, 2019 17:00:07 GMT -5
Episode 2.5 / Week 3 / Day 7 / Closed
It's been a week now. A week since Windshield, willingly or not, knowingly or not, changed everything. The Truce now hanged in the balance as did his very future. At the end of the day, all of these issues fell down to conversations. One which would unfold later yet between Optimus and Starscream, and another, much more personal to Windshield, which was about to unfold now. Optimus, too, was involved in this one.
The feeling that he would have to talk with the Autobots' vaunted leader again. Well, Windshield couldn't quite call it dread but it was something very close. Perhaps anxiety. Yes. That seemed about right. Anxiety.
Like the days before, he sat alone in his room. It was neat and tidy. The table was stacked heavy with datapads. Some of those delivered out of Optimus's will, another batch given to Windshield by Patch. Though, if one were to read the ambiance, it would not escape their mind that the atmosphere was rather bleak. Well, more so than usual.
The lights were dimmed as Windshield stared beady-eyed at one of the datapads. It just finished playing a documentary about spiders.
Fascinating little creatures, he thought. Perhaps thinking about them was easier than to remember that Optimus would be paying him a visit today. Last time they saw each other, he had no small amount of questions. Windshield knew that he'd probably have to answer more of them today.
The small mech let out a defeated sigh and placed the datapad onto the table with all the rest. He then stood up and walked over to the force-field separating him from the other side of the room and gently placed a clawed hand onto the honey-combed arrangement of hard light.
He was bound to come any minute now. Windshield could feel it in his pedes.
It's been a week now. A week since Windshield, willingly or not, knowingly or not, changed everything. The Truce now hanged in the balance as did his very future. At the end of the day, all of these issues fell down to conversations. One which would unfold later yet between Optimus and Starscream, and another, much more personal to Windshield, which was about to unfold now. Optimus, too, was involved in this one.
The feeling that he would have to talk with the Autobots' vaunted leader again. Well, Windshield couldn't quite call it dread but it was something very close. Perhaps anxiety. Yes. That seemed about right. Anxiety.
Like the days before, he sat alone in his room. It was neat and tidy. The table was stacked heavy with datapads. Some of those delivered out of Optimus's will, another batch given to Windshield by Patch. Though, if one were to read the ambiance, it would not escape their mind that the atmosphere was rather bleak. Well, more so than usual.
The lights were dimmed as Windshield stared beady-eyed at one of the datapads. It just finished playing a documentary about spiders.
Fascinating little creatures, he thought. Perhaps thinking about them was easier than to remember that Optimus would be paying him a visit today. Last time they saw each other, he had no small amount of questions. Windshield knew that he'd probably have to answer more of them today.
The small mech let out a defeated sigh and placed the datapad onto the table with all the rest. He then stood up and walked over to the force-field separating him from the other side of the room and gently placed a clawed hand onto the honey-combed arrangement of hard light.
He was bound to come any minute now. Windshield could feel it in his pedes.