Ep. 1.5 - "Something in Common" - [Closed]
Jan 1, 2013 18:12:24 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2013 18:12:24 GMT -5
(( Takes place sometime after 'Brightplate'. ))
’That way.’ Stormbreaker pointed from behind Shearwind’s head, pretending to have a great advantage for her field of view from her perch on her twin’s back. She was flopped comfortably over hir wings, knees clamped to hir side and supported with chin comfortably rested in between the varied mobile crests of hir helm. They were playing a game, they decided. It was a bunch of hiding and seeking, except it was completely one sided; so they would pretend to get themselves lost while enthusiastically running away from Sideswipe all while entertaining the idea he was going to come looking for them.
The entire point of this game (obviously) was to give themselves a purpose to explore the base (because Storm said they needed one and Shearwind was always happy to indulge). And when they became satisfied with their exploration of one wing of the base (and equally bored with their imagined ‘hiding’ role), they turned the tables. Sideswipe had definitely hidden from them (they both remembered it starting off that way, they agreed), and so they were in the process of finding him. Their objective.
And this one-sided game of popping in and out of Sideswipe’s presence (sometimes with stolen goods, sometimes with broken goods, sometimes with broken stolen goods) continued quite routinely over the next couple of days until the both of them were satisfied (bored, rather) of exploring everything they could on the base. They had, in short, settled in.
Now, they had to find him again to win and finally complete this round and game (of course). Shearwind slowed her trot just outside the Med Bay doors (always the first place they looked), and with stacked helms they peered around the doors until the bright red of Sideswipe’s frame appeared in view, hunched over his brother’s frame.
’Found him.’
He didn’t move when they entered (Stormbreaker having finally slid from hir shoulders), quietly picking their way around the berths until they were situated by the beautiful yellow frame. Shearwind, for hir part, skirted around the edge until zie could flop right beside Sideswipe. At least this time with the courtesy not to touch while he was recharging. Stormbreaker had dropped to all fours, creeping underneath the berth until her helm could peek up over the other side, chin and tips of her sharp ended servos tapping patiently on the edge, optics facing down the yellow lamborghini’s length before angling up towards Sideswipe’s half covered face.
Three kliks is what they settled on. That was courteous enough, before they started to poke him.
’That way.’ Stormbreaker pointed from behind Shearwind’s head, pretending to have a great advantage for her field of view from her perch on her twin’s back. She was flopped comfortably over hir wings, knees clamped to hir side and supported with chin comfortably rested in between the varied mobile crests of hir helm. They were playing a game, they decided. It was a bunch of hiding and seeking, except it was completely one sided; so they would pretend to get themselves lost while enthusiastically running away from Sideswipe all while entertaining the idea he was going to come looking for them.
The entire point of this game (obviously) was to give themselves a purpose to explore the base (because Storm said they needed one and Shearwind was always happy to indulge). And when they became satisfied with their exploration of one wing of the base (and equally bored with their imagined ‘hiding’ role), they turned the tables. Sideswipe had definitely hidden from them (they both remembered it starting off that way, they agreed), and so they were in the process of finding him. Their objective.
And this one-sided game of popping in and out of Sideswipe’s presence (sometimes with stolen goods, sometimes with broken goods, sometimes with broken stolen goods) continued quite routinely over the next couple of days until the both of them were satisfied (bored, rather) of exploring everything they could on the base. They had, in short, settled in.
Now, they had to find him again to win and finally complete this round and game (of course). Shearwind slowed her trot just outside the Med Bay doors (always the first place they looked), and with stacked helms they peered around the doors until the bright red of Sideswipe’s frame appeared in view, hunched over his brother’s frame.
’Found him.’
He didn’t move when they entered (Stormbreaker having finally slid from hir shoulders), quietly picking their way around the berths until they were situated by the beautiful yellow frame. Shearwind, for hir part, skirted around the edge until zie could flop right beside Sideswipe. At least this time with the courtesy not to touch while he was recharging. Stormbreaker had dropped to all fours, creeping underneath the berth until her helm could peek up over the other side, chin and tips of her sharp ended servos tapping patiently on the edge, optics facing down the yellow lamborghini’s length before angling up towards Sideswipe’s half covered face.
Three kliks is what they settled on. That was courteous enough, before they started to poke him.