[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]First Contact! [open]
Mar 11, 2019 14:09:42 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2019 14:09:42 GMT -5
Downfall slowly eased his servo back to his side as Flatline made his decision clear. The confusion and nervousness from the other mech however, could be picked up from the flier with ease. Though, he would not comment on it, nor would he throw any inappropriate gestures towards the mech, but focus on the positive compliment instead.
“I am honored, thank you, sir.”
A faint incline of his helm was all he had to offer as he said this, indicating his understanding. Downfall was thankful for the polite and honest words, and accepted Flatline's wish before turning back to face Finale and Knock Out.
“I apologise yet again, should I have caused you any discomfort.”
Better save than sorry.
It was interesting to know that he was not the only one who found himself in an unfamiliar situation. The smaller femme was seemingly equally on edge, having admitted that she also had not been accustomed to this planet yet. It somehow made him feel less awkward, knowing that he wasn't alone in on this.
A moment of silence, a moment of the wildlife's calls to be audible in the distance. Small, faint, nearly an echo from the past. The wind still cold and unbending against its undying opponent, whipping and clashing fiercely through the tree trunks. Their branches rattled in the wind as leaves were sailing to unknown places.
The jet may not know much about this planet, but he sure found it... interesting.
There truly was much to learn, yet far more to explore and with their faction roaming this planet, Downfall was confident that, in due time, everything would be explained to him in detail. But, he would have to make sure to avoid any trees in the future though, remembering the medic's words and his advice.
Shifting his weight to find solid ground, and to avoid sinking further into the muddy surface, the big flier turned around once again, taking in the landscape one final time before expanding his wings. The large appendages unfolded like a pair of scissors from his back, spreading to the side to allow their carrier a far more comfortable pose, easing the strain on his back. It made him appear wider, broader and much more imposing.
He surely was a massive chunk of metal, being one of the taller and bigger Cybertronians among the Decepticons, yet far from towering over their leader. It was somehow a small mercy, knowing that others, far more taller even existed. Downfall knew from experience that most smaller individuals could be easily subdued due to this, shying away or even avoiding one right from the start. It was a dreadful feeling, at least if one tried to make friends.
“With your permission, we may continue.”
Then, with a roll of his shoulder, the jet eased his stance to a formal, upright one to await further instructions, waiting patiently in silence once more.
“I am honored, thank you, sir.”
A faint incline of his helm was all he had to offer as he said this, indicating his understanding. Downfall was thankful for the polite and honest words, and accepted Flatline's wish before turning back to face Finale and Knock Out.
“I apologise yet again, should I have caused you any discomfort.”
Better save than sorry.
It was interesting to know that he was not the only one who found himself in an unfamiliar situation. The smaller femme was seemingly equally on edge, having admitted that she also had not been accustomed to this planet yet. It somehow made him feel less awkward, knowing that he wasn't alone in on this.
A moment of silence, a moment of the wildlife's calls to be audible in the distance. Small, faint, nearly an echo from the past. The wind still cold and unbending against its undying opponent, whipping and clashing fiercely through the tree trunks. Their branches rattled in the wind as leaves were sailing to unknown places.
The jet may not know much about this planet, but he sure found it... interesting.
There truly was much to learn, yet far more to explore and with their faction roaming this planet, Downfall was confident that, in due time, everything would be explained to him in detail. But, he would have to make sure to avoid any trees in the future though, remembering the medic's words and his advice.
Shifting his weight to find solid ground, and to avoid sinking further into the muddy surface, the big flier turned around once again, taking in the landscape one final time before expanding his wings. The large appendages unfolded like a pair of scissors from his back, spreading to the side to allow their carrier a far more comfortable pose, easing the strain on his back. It made him appear wider, broader and much more imposing.
He surely was a massive chunk of metal, being one of the taller and bigger Cybertronians among the Decepticons, yet far from towering over their leader. It was somehow a small mercy, knowing that others, far more taller even existed. Downfall knew from experience that most smaller individuals could be easily subdued due to this, shying away or even avoiding one right from the start. It was a dreadful feeling, at least if one tried to make friends.
“With your permission, we may continue.”
Then, with a roll of his shoulder, the jet eased his stance to a formal, upright one to await further instructions, waiting patiently in silence once more.