Ep. 1 - We're All Mad Here (Closed, Ravage)
Apr 17, 2015 1:33:47 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 1:33:47 GMT -5
"Where did you find that?" he asked quietly. "So much of it is long, long gone."
The faintest touch of melancholy faded in and out of Soundwave's subtle field, gone as quickly as the light of a shooting star. So much gone, indeed, so much irretrievably, irrevocably lost. In no way, shape or form would Soundwave dispute every action that the war had demanded of the Decepticons - every bombardment, every orbital strike, every bit of snarling street-to-street, sector-to-sector firefighting; but he could still wish those fragile, small bits of culture could have somehow been spared.
So very few had been.
That moment of ennui ended as quickly as it had come. Deeply perceptive of his carrier, Laserbeak suddenly swerved away and came to perch with utmost disdain for propriety or authority, directly on top of Soundwave's helm. It produced an excellent, if brief report on the local dust densities, the state of the filters and vents, the current time and air currents, the temperature of the ship's core and the exact number of energon cubes currently present. Then, satisfied with its report, it took off again to try and apparently outrun its shadow as it circled said core.
Not that the cassette would have ever indulged in such outlandish behavior in front of anyone else - while Laserbeak lacked enough awareness as to why it shouldn't, he still knew that he was commanded not to do so, knew that it was an indulgence to be allowed such an action. Ah, dignity. One of the first casualties in a carrier-cassette relationship.
Soundwave shrugged one shoulder and tapped on the side of its helm with one talon; he then tapped two talons very lightly on his faceplate, pointing at the most average optical style, then mimed writing. Like most restoration work, he did it all from memory. The main problem with Irides' The Science of Active Holographic Art had been that it was exactly what the artist had been known for: a book on exceedingly advanced artistic theory written to be entirely understood by a laymech, and you sort of tended to devour such books with little effort and less time given to committing it to memory. But now at last Soundwave had the whole thing down, and was willing to share with someone that might appreciate the reading. He gestured again in question.