[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Like a true Warrior [open/Coldwind]
Aug 28, 2019 7:12:04 GMT -5
Post by Coldwind on Aug 28, 2019 7:12:04 GMT -5
Coldwind listened as Downfall spoke. To say that his flattery wasn't warranted would be a slight against both of them. However, Coldwind didn't take kindly to bootlicking. She commended Downfall on his respect, but at this point, his praise felt a little bit too indulgent. And rest assured, Coldwind could not afford to be indulgent.
"Downfall," she regarded him as they reached the fork between the dark, decrepit alley, and the illuminated one.
The seeker ground to a halt. She placed a hand on Downfall's shoulder and grabbed it tightly. With the corner of her eye, she glanced at the mech. Suddenly, the mood was very different. It felt tense, almost as if there was a shift in her demeanor from condescending yet amiable to stone cold and ruthless.
"Glorify somebody who cares for your saccharine nonsense. It may work on Starscream, but I am not him."
The way Coldwind said that was inhumanely calm, but one didn't need too much insight to see that she was boiling on the inside. Was she too blunt with rejecting Downfall's approval? Perhaps. But she had to be. They all had to be. These were the Decepticon ranks.
If Coldwind didn't take issue with his overly-friendly demeanor, somebody even less accepting might have. Of course, she and many other Decepticons would be wont to assume that Downfall operated under false pretenses and that all of his compliments were merely a means to an end—a way to worm himself into the upper echelons. Paranoid? Perhaps. But one could never be too sure.
Not as far as Coldwind's fellow Decepticons were concerned, at any rate.
"Now," the Vosnian continued as she slowly retracted her clawed hand from Downfall's shoulder plating, "be a good soldier and lead the way."
She then gestured towards the hallway, implying that they should both proceed.
"Downfall," she regarded him as they reached the fork between the dark, decrepit alley, and the illuminated one.
The seeker ground to a halt. She placed a hand on Downfall's shoulder and grabbed it tightly. With the corner of her eye, she glanced at the mech. Suddenly, the mood was very different. It felt tense, almost as if there was a shift in her demeanor from condescending yet amiable to stone cold and ruthless.
"Glorify somebody who cares for your saccharine nonsense. It may work on Starscream, but I am not him."
The way Coldwind said that was inhumanely calm, but one didn't need too much insight to see that she was boiling on the inside. Was she too blunt with rejecting Downfall's approval? Perhaps. But she had to be. They all had to be. These were the Decepticon ranks.
If Coldwind didn't take issue with his overly-friendly demeanor, somebody even less accepting might have. Of course, she and many other Decepticons would be wont to assume that Downfall operated under false pretenses and that all of his compliments were merely a means to an end—a way to worm himself into the upper echelons. Paranoid? Perhaps. But one could never be too sure.
Not as far as Coldwind's fellow Decepticons were concerned, at any rate.
"Now," the Vosnian continued as she slowly retracted her clawed hand from Downfall's shoulder plating, "be a good soldier and lead the way."
She then gestured towards the hallway, implying that they should both proceed.