[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Entry Eight [Knock Out]
Aug 9, 2019 23:24:46 GMT -5
Post by Soundwave on Aug 9, 2019 23:24:46 GMT -5
Shockwave and him... they never truly got along terribly well. There was no ire, there was not any kind of hatred in place, at least not on Soundwave's side, but it was almost an odd clash of styles that made interacting in any way more troublesome than it should be. That said, just because a possible confrontation may invite an innocuous clash of personalities, it didn’t mean Soundwave was incapable of making such a trivial delivery. While it could be seen as 'beneath him' in a way, it was not so far beneath his rank it would cause a stir among the rabble should he comply and help out. It is because of this the slender mech turned towards where Knock Out Indicated, gradually walking over to the container.
Soft clicks, a leisurely gate, he stopped silently before the container that now held the anomaly, having been packed up and sealed away while Knock Out tried to clean and waste time earlier. With care, narrow arms rose up, gently grasping hold of the box on either side as to not jostle or disturb it. While the growth itself appeared to not be fragile, there was no use in being rough or overly brash with such a thing, lifting it up and holding the box in front of his midsection loosely between fingertips.
Turning to angle back towards the middle of the room, Soundwave gently dipped his helm a small amount in response to Knock Out's gratitude. Once more, he always tried to be polite when it was warranted, thankful that they had a Medic on hand who could do their job, as well as remain polite in return, at least...on good days. If Knock Out cut out some of his nonsense he would be even more respected.
A twist of the helm, a sloping angle of the frame... the silent mech turned towards the doorway with the container, and started to make a gradual retreat. Soft clicks of footfalls, the dampeners in his systems muting sounds to a subdued tap, there were no more 'words' to be had, or any other kind of interaction. Should Knock Out require him, he knew how to get in contact. With this in place, Soundwave would exit the room in full, and vanish down the hollow corridors of the rock carved base.
Soft clicks, a leisurely gate, he stopped silently before the container that now held the anomaly, having been packed up and sealed away while Knock Out tried to clean and waste time earlier. With care, narrow arms rose up, gently grasping hold of the box on either side as to not jostle or disturb it. While the growth itself appeared to not be fragile, there was no use in being rough or overly brash with such a thing, lifting it up and holding the box in front of his midsection loosely between fingertips.
Turning to angle back towards the middle of the room, Soundwave gently dipped his helm a small amount in response to Knock Out's gratitude. Once more, he always tried to be polite when it was warranted, thankful that they had a Medic on hand who could do their job, as well as remain polite in return, at least...on good days. If Knock Out cut out some of his nonsense he would be even more respected.
A twist of the helm, a sloping angle of the frame... the silent mech turned towards the doorway with the container, and started to make a gradual retreat. Soft clicks of footfalls, the dampeners in his systems muting sounds to a subdued tap, there were no more 'words' to be had, or any other kind of interaction. Should Knock Out require him, he knew how to get in contact. With this in place, Soundwave would exit the room in full, and vanish down the hollow corridors of the rock carved base.