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re_alignment2012-12-06 10:45 pm
megaton) wrote in re_alignment2012-12-06 10:45 pm
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[Video or ACTIONSPAM!][All over the place.]
[This begins so simply, with Megatron, in a cave, standing in front of the beginnings of the interdimensional space bridge he and his allies had been working on. There is a foundation, already constructed. There is even a power source in the form of a lovely generator nearby.]
If you believe I would let something as meaningless as a glyph keep me from my goals, you are mistaken.
I will continue.
Nothing will keep me from going home.
[He's going to do this. If he has some small headache, that means nothing. This won't stop him.]
There are only a few pieces more that are needed.
[A list scrolls, detailing parts that aren't assembled yet.] If anyone has access to these, I will be coming for them.
We are not finished.
Not yet.
[This is the only hope that he can give. For others...and for himself.]
((OOC NOTE: Megs will be patrolling the Haven while he responds to any replies. If you wish to have him run into you (as he begins to go Glyphless mad) then just put [Action] in your title! He will likely start out okay and then suddenly attack.))
If you believe I would let something as meaningless as a glyph keep me from my goals, you are mistaken.
I will continue.
Nothing will keep me from going home.
[He's going to do this. If he has some small headache, that means nothing. This won't stop him.]
There are only a few pieces more that are needed.
[A list scrolls, detailing parts that aren't assembled yet.] If anyone has access to these, I will be coming for them.
We are not finished.
Not yet.
[This is the only hope that he can give. For others...and for himself.]
((OOC NOTE: Megs will be patrolling the Haven while he responds to any replies. If you wish to have him run into you (as he begins to go Glyphless mad) then just put [Action] in your title! He will likely start out okay and then suddenly attack.))
ACTION;
So something familiar might help. That, and it's starting to get worse. He wonders, briefly, if he should try to help.]
Right. [He nods, ready to follow.]
We found Stars before, out in the Badlands. Cliffjumper brought 'im back, actually. We got lucky once. Guess our luck ran out.
[Soundwave lowers his helm, then he shrugs one shoulder.]
You an' me? Heh. Guess we should be used to it, shouldn't we?
ACTION;
There are things I was never able to tell him. It's rare, however, that we get even that second chance. [He hadn't gotten one, with his own Soundwave. Then again, his own Soundwave probably knew how he felt.] In the arena, there were not many secrets.
If there were--we took them to the scrapheap.
[It was easier, that way. You could trust your team-mates, because there were few people to tell who wouldn't be dead within a solar cycle one way or the next. He misses that, now. It feels closer, somehow.]
No.
[He shakes his head.]
When I get used to that, then I have gone too far.
When you get used to that...
Well. [He manages a smirk.] Then maybe you'll come and be my Soundwave.
ACTION;
[There's a soft snort.]
Not a chance, Megatron. When you earn my trust, maybe then.
[He takes some consideration as they start towards the Junk Yard. The morale officer finally exhales softly and touches that subject.]
Your processor. How's it doin'?
ACTION;
Starscream, on the other hand... [He trails off. That was something he could not rectify, now. One more small failure in a long line of missteps that he did not want to think about.]
Earn your trust? [Now there was a concept.] I've been on ideal behavior to not be not thirsting for your energon, Soundwave. [Which sounded...strangely pleasant, at this point.] I have done as much as I am capable of. [And he did send you poetry, which he still debates regretting if not for your reaction to it. That had satiated him. He'd thought.]
I'm fine.
[The terseness in his own voice catches him by surprise, though, especially since he'd felt better since Soundwave had come.] This will not take me down. I have defeated worse.
ACTION;
[Even with him, Soundwave kept himself silent on several matters. Of course, he doesn't share much personally to begin with, anyway. Nothing he thinks will be a burden. It's how he rolls.
He folds his arms.] Yeah, an' I've kept my hands to myself, Megatron. We got a truce; that ain't a partnership built on trust. It's agreein' to not shoot each other.
[The poem, though. Well. He's keeping that. That's a shred of a person he wishes he'd met before Axiom Nexus.]
I'll bet y'have, but your strength ain't just in yourself. It's in numbers, too, you charismatic wacko. [That's not quite affection in his voice, but he doesn't speak with venom either.]
...Look, I don't make this a light offer, but I could. Try to relieve you a bit. You got a lot in your head.
ACTION;
We have to start somewhere, don't we? [His optics do drift to Soundwave's hands at the mention, however, his processor distracted much too easily. A second pair of hands would be useful, however. There were too many parts for him to carry alone, and too much for him to do, alone, and Fulcrum...was Fulcrum still working on the portal? Even that was muddled.]
In numbers...
[He did have strength in numbers. In mechs who flocked to him. In promises he made. He'd even brokered a deal with this Soundwave, and he'd not believed that possible. Even so, when the sudden offer penetrates the haze that had been slowly returning, he stops dead.]
...
[It takes a moment of staring for the concept to sink in. When it does, at first he balks. His optics narrow. No one is allowed within his mind. No one.]
...
[Then, when he realizes he's been staring, he frowns.] Yes. [It's a simple answer for him.] Give me as much time as you can, and tell no one.
ACTION;
Hey, it's a start. S'all it is.
[There's a moment of silence as he waits and watches Megatron decide. The initial reaction is expected, though the lack of surprise is noted.
Yeah, no. He figured that he had plenty in common with the other Soundwave. That included.]
Yeah. I can do that.
Be easier if I made, um. Physical contact.
[That's awkward to ask for with Megatron, but it'd help.]
ACTION;
...
[But he must. The portal is too important.]
Nothing must keep me from this, Soundwave. Nothing. [His whisper is sharp.] This time, I...am trusting you.
[His optics drop down to the hands he'd been staring at a moment ago, his thoughts racing in a circle of no, this isn't right, the portal needs to be finished, he needs to be back in the cave, this isn't his Soundwave, this is like the nightmares and it's so familiar. Comfort. Yes. Those hands.]
Give me your hand. [He looks up.]
ACTION;
[The whisper that Megatron gives -- he can sort of understand it. Considering their strange bout of relationship. The anger and hate and the reluctant trust and certainly on Soundwave's side? How much he doesn't want to still admire him in some ways.
Yeah, charismatic wacko indeed.
The hand is offered.]
When yer ready, dude.
ACTION; Here we go now.
[And there it is. So simple. A hand, offered, as he had done so many times before to other mechs for other reasons. All of them, working towards his goals. All of them, gone.]
[He takes the hand.]
[It feels warm.]
[It feels...fragile.]
[There's a temptation there which is hard to stave amidst the sudden chaos returning to him upon contact.
This is not his Soundwave, and he knows it, and it is more wrong, now, than ever. This is the one who betrayed him. This is the one who caused his death.
The nightmares.
Soundwave, who was the cause and the comfort of both, two individuals.
If not for that death, he might have made it home.
He might have.
And now...]
I'm ready.
[He is. He's ready.]
[He gives in to the whispers, and his grip on Soundwave's hand tightens immediately, painfully. He can rid himself of this problem, now, once and for all.]
[He pulls Soundwave toward him.]
ACTION;
It's worse than anticipated. He knows of those whispers. And he realizes a shy too late what's happening as he's pulled towards Megatron.
A hand comes up to stop himself from crashing into the former gladiator, not that he'd do much to topple the larger mech over; it rests on Megatron's chest and he tries to push himself away.]
Megatron-- lemme try, lemme help you.
[Soundwave tries to not let panic enter his voice.]
I can feel it in there, yer stronger than this.
ACTION;
This feeling.
He's stronger now. His thoughts are faster. He can finish his portal, he knows, when he's weeded out the traitors and the inferior brood who caused him to fail. He can still accomplish...anything. Anything he wants to.
These ideas make his engine purr, even as he carefully begins twisting Soundwave's hand, rending the metal between his fingers, twining his own in their grasp.]
You don't want to help me. [He laughs, softly, and his other hand reaches up to Soundave's faceplate, tracing along it for a moment.
His own Soundwave was not here.
His own had also left him, not strong enough to remain by his side.] That is why you let me die...let me experience the nightmare of falling to his darkness, repeated every night.
Every night.
This is my chance to repay that.
[He whispers:] Open your faceplate.
Do it, now, before I tear it off.
ACTION;
[He goes very still when the hand touches the faceplate, covering his repaired face. It was this that he still held fury against Megatron. What was forced upon him. What Ratchet did.]
I want to help you, but you gotta let me. We... we have a truce, remember?
I--
[There could be things he could say to challenge that back. What about the horrors he himself has to face? But that's-- that doesn't matter. He doesn't have his own nightmares often.
And it doesn't change the fact that Soundwave has always regretted letting Nemesis do what he did.
There's hesitation, then he reluctantly opens the plate, revealing his face.]
You don't want to do this. Believe me on that.
ACTION; Oh god I don't even know what I'm typing let me know if it's okay?
[And as soon as he was rid of Soundwave, he'd be able to continue. His biggest threat would be disposed of--the only mech who could truly see him for what he was. The mech he'd trusted...]
...
[For a moment, there's confusion in his own optics. If he has trusted Soundwave enough to let him this close, and share his poetry, and walk with him...then is there any reason to disbelieve him, now? He shakes his head, trying to clear it, willing the whispers to vanish.]
Help me.
[It's all he has, however, before the feeling of metal twisting in his fingers sends an electric jolt back through him. He releases Soundwave's hand, smirks, and grips the other's chin between thumb and forefinger.] You have no idea, Soundwave. No idea what I want to do.
[When he leans in, the kiss is all teeth. Biting, grating, and taking severe satisfaction in misusing the part of Soundwave's form that he knew the other hated.]
[But that is hardly all. At his side, there is a high-pitched whirr, and the heat of his warming canon presses into Soundwave's torso.]
Any last words? [He laughs, pulling back to lick his own lips.]
ACTION; it works!
[The whisper is the last thing. The last shred of who Megatron really was, and he can feel it slip away and he wants to grab onto it and shake him awake again, to be himself. Frustrating and admirable and spiteful and everything he hates and respects.
It's gone. That second of it is gone, swallowed up by the dark that's consuming him.
There's a fearful whine smothered down at the brutal kiss, Soundwave being the weaker physically of the two of them as he tries to shove Megatron back, unable to, stuck at the teeth biting and reminding him of his perfect mouth.
He remains terribly still even afterwards, the cannon pressed up against his abdomen. Soundwave's yellow visor glows fiercely as he glares at Megatron.]
Yeah.
...I'm sorry it came to this.
[Abruptly his hands come up to grab onto Megatron's helm. With all of his might, Soundwave shoves his mind into Megatron's, to try to scramble whatever he can. A sense of navigation, sight, functionality. Anything to stun him just long enough.
He'd done the same thing with Optimus Prime of his own world before and left feeling tainted forever. He hopes it'll be different this time.]
ACTION; oh good. x-x
Only moments, and he'll have had his revenge.
It's one moment too late.
His entire body flinches at the sudden intrusion in his mind, the cannon aiming wildly and firing, off toward the distance. It's powerful, now--strong enough to sear by heat and proximity alone. He can feel that, and he longs to put it to good use. To wipe his enemies from the face of the world.
His enemies. Everyone.
There's little distinction.
However, he cannot fathom how to fight back for a moment, terrified into irrationality by the conflicting presences of his taint and Soundwave. They war within his circuits like fire and ice, blinding him, hurting him, and it is only reflexive that he lashes out. He remembers anything horrible. Everything horrible.
His first night in jail, being beaten by Whirl. His time in the arena, taking life after life. Being deported in Axiom, orbiting a dead world in freefall. The darkness twisting inward as Nemesis claimed him.
He pushes Soundwave away, gripping him and throwing, hard.
They are horrible memories, but they are his. Soundwave should not have them.
Neither should Unicron.]
Get away from me. [He hisses, blinded, stunned. He doesn't know if his words are meant to fend off the attack--or provide a warning. Either way, his hands are already reaching out, groping aimlessly toward where he thought he had thrown Soundwave.]
ACTION;
Oh. Frag.
He's too still in shock to avoid Megatron. He lets out a yelp as he's picked up almost effortlessly and thrown. He crashes into the ground, rolling a moment. Soundwave gathers himself up, staring at Megatron.
He's more powerful now. Insanely so. Even the cannon.
This isn't good, and he can't fight Megatron on his own.]
Smelt!
[Soundwave transforms into his van mode, taking off. He needs help, if he can get it.]
ACTION; Beep beep!
The small figure zips right over the van. Perhaps it's not the smartest thing to do, but he doesn't want to believe that Megatron's completely lost his senses. There has to be a way to fight this, right?]
-Magnum!
ACTION; Beep beep!
He's done for.
He knows he's done for.
He cannot stand that fact, and both fists slam into the ground, pounding once and then again and then--]
Ventus?
[Someone is here, and the sound is familiar. The name, as well.]
Do not come close. [He warns, his optics flickering as they slowly return to functioning.]
ACTION;
-but Megatron still remembers him, speaks his name. It's enough a small enough relief, one much too obvious to him against the rise of panic but seconds ago.
Ventus does step forward again, although he's cautious for Magnum's warning.]
Wha... What is it? What's happening?
ACTION;
[The thought enrages him again, and a small pile of junk not far from him is demolished with another slam of his fist.]
This is unacceptable!
[He can feel his cannon warming again, and he can feel the whispers, telling him that it is right. He can feel something else within that, though, and he anchors himself to it fastly, willing himself to not lose control. He doesn't know how long it will last, however.]
You.
[He does, at least, have an alternative.]
You.
[He presses both hands into the ground, holding them there so they aren't tempted to reach toward the human nearby.]
I need your help.
[This is the hardest thing to ask.]
ACTION;
...me?
[Steeling himself, Ventus takes a step forward.]
What do you need me to do?
ACTION;
[He hisses, his optics falling to the ground, focusing on anything except the boy nearby.]
TELL THEM.
[He laughs, then, and it is not a pleasant sound.] Go.
Go, and tell them.
I'm sorry.
ACTION;
[It's a sound that makes him want to shiver.
He can't do anything for him. Not to fix this. But he'll do what he's asked because it's the only thing he can do.
Reluctantly, Ventus nods as he begins to backstep towards his glider again. He murmurs his own apology before he turns and leaps aboard, spurring the glider off as he blindly climbs into the skies.]
ACTION;