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electricevolution) wrote2023-11-03 01:18 pm
electricevolution) wrote2023-11-03 01:18 pm
⚡CYBERFORMED IC INBOX⚡
⚡ Elecman here. Leave a message and maybe I’ll get back to you. ⚡
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⚡ Elecman here. Leave a message and maybe I’ll get back to you. ⚡
gif commissioned by lishu (don't use without permission)
[ There's one interesting side effect about having ingested energon, one that Quickman doesn't even notice until about halfway through his vibrating across the ship. It makes sense though, in hindsight. There's so much energy inside of him, fighting to get out, taking every avenue it could-
Why wouldn't it somehow manage to turn all his weapon systems back on?
Laughing, quick boomerangs littering the hall he discovered this in, all his combat suites are in overdrive with the rest of him. Coding itching at his processor, chewing on him, and oh he could reroute it, burn his energy off in other ways, but where was the fun in that?
Quickman still has a slight to his pride he's nursing, after all. And juiced up in this moment, it feels like a pretty good idea.
At this speed, it seems like it takes no time at all to track down his would-be opponent. Speaking slower than his vocalizer wants to run right now is a chore, but he forces it anyway, wanting to be understood. ]
Hey, Sparky!
Why wouldn't it somehow manage to turn all his weapon systems back on?
Laughing, quick boomerangs littering the hall he discovered this in, all his combat suites are in overdrive with the rest of him. Coding itching at his processor, chewing on him, and oh he could reroute it, burn his energy off in other ways, but where was the fun in that?
Quickman still has a slight to his pride he's nursing, after all. And juiced up in this moment, it feels like a pretty good idea.
At this speed, it seems like it takes no time at all to track down his would-be opponent. Speaking slower than his vocalizer wants to run right now is a chore, but he forces it anyway, wanting to be understood. ]
Hey, Sparky!
[ Once again; why is it that the one, the only, other person from his world is this clown? It could be literally anyone else. Even any of the other Wiley bots. Any single one of them would be preferable to Quickman's wild card.
But we must play the hand we're dealt
And there's the Joker himself. Elec would have hoped he'd stay far away from him after the last disastrous interaction but apparently that's just too much to ask for. There's something different then before right now. He's seen, felt, a transformer moments before it blew (like a device transformer, not a Cybertronian transformer) and he's getting the same vibe off him now. He's dangerous. ]
There's something wrong with you. [ He crosses his arms and narrows his optics scrutinizing him. ] More so then usual. What did you do?
But we must play the hand we're dealt
And there's the Joker himself. Elec would have hoped he'd stay far away from him after the last disastrous interaction but apparently that's just too much to ask for. There's something different then before right now. He's seen, felt, a transformer moments before it blew (like a device transformer, not a Cybertronian transformer) and he's getting the same vibe off him now. He's dangerous. ]
There's something wrong with you. [ He crosses his arms and narrows his optics scrutinizing him. ] More so then usual. What did you do?
[ It's hard to miss the way Quickman is still vibrating. His hands also flex near constantly just to give the energy another avenue, and even that can't stop him from moving. He's not going to just stand there; he zips around his target, never staying in one spot for long, his weapon systems online with a heavily overtaxed whine.
They definitely were not meant to be that audible. ]
CouldsayI- [ Nope, try again. Slower, Quick. ] Could say I got myself a boost! A REALLY good boost.
[ He can still taste the liquid energy on his tongue, so strong it nearly hurts. Everything kind of aches. Small price to pay for being fully operational, though. At least, that's what he thinks in the moment- Though, this juiced up, a lot feels like a good idea that shouldn't be. ]
In fact- I think I'm ready for a rematch!
They definitely were not meant to be that audible. ]
CouldsayI- [ Nope, try again. Slower, Quick. ] Could say I got myself a boost! A REALLY good boost.
[ He can still taste the liquid energy on his tongue, so strong it nearly hurts. Everything kind of aches. Small price to pay for being fully operational, though. At least, that's what he thinks in the moment- Though, this juiced up, a lot feels like a good idea that shouldn't be. ]
In fact- I think I'm ready for a rematch!
[ Of course the first thing Quickman wants to do after his weapons systems have SOMEHOW onlined is come and fight him. Why should Elecman EVER be allowed to just have a nice uneventful walk? He was planning on going to the ship library to look for music files but fate is ever against him. ]
No. I think not.
[ Elecman idly examines his fingertips, making a show of looking bored. A few sparks of electricity jump from digit to digit but he's loath this time to actually attack. Quick is full to bursting, and Elec is afraid any more charge, from say and electric based attack, will just pop him. And he doesn't want to deal with bits of Quick shrapnel in him. ]
Not to sound like a broken record but this fight isn't going to go the way you think it is.
[ Quick's too, well, quick now to track with his optics so he listens instead. His movements are highly erratic, even for him, and the sounds... it's concerning. Wiley is a hack in his personal opinion but even he wouldn't have made weapons systems that sound like this. ]
If you have even a kilobyte of common sense you'll take yourself to the medical bay and get whatever fool 'power boost' thing you've done reversed before you self destruct.
No. I think not.
[ Elecman idly examines his fingertips, making a show of looking bored. A few sparks of electricity jump from digit to digit but he's loath this time to actually attack. Quick is full to bursting, and Elec is afraid any more charge, from say and electric based attack, will just pop him. And he doesn't want to deal with bits of Quick shrapnel in him. ]
Not to sound like a broken record but this fight isn't going to go the way you think it is.
[ Quick's too, well, quick now to track with his optics so he listens instead. His movements are highly erratic, even for him, and the sounds... it's concerning. Wiley is a hack in his personal opinion but even he wouldn't have made weapons systems that sound like this. ]
If you have even a kilobyte of common sense you'll take yourself to the medical bay and get whatever fool 'power boost' thing you've done reversed before you self destruct.
[ The answer is a boomerang singing through the air, whistling overhead with a breeze to tell how close it'd come. It embeds itself hard in the wall behind Elecman, metal tearing, wires shearing. The grin that comes with it is absolutely near-manic, but it's there and gone too, because in the next instant he's moving again. Somehow, the electronic whining from the boomerang launcher is even worse now.
No more boomerangs follow the first. Yet.
Instead, if anything, the jittering is just getting worse. The zips of speed more erratic. ]
Maybeyou- [ Man, it was hard to make his words slow. The energy was still fighting him, and for a second all he can do is grit his teeth through it. ] Maybe you should- Should get new material, Sparky.
[ The red blur slams into Elecman. All that speed, all that energy, thrown into knocking over his target. Quickman ends up in a combat roll, off again in a blur of red, every system screaming. Have to expend the energy. Have to burn it off. Have to do something with it.
He readies another boomerang, feeling it click into the launcher. It's not his usual, preferred method of attack, no. The boomerangs folded in his back, the larger ones, are more his style. But this expended a hell of a lot more energy. ]
No more boomerangs follow the first. Yet.
Instead, if anything, the jittering is just getting worse. The zips of speed more erratic. ]
Maybeyou- [ Man, it was hard to make his words slow. The energy was still fighting him, and for a second all he can do is grit his teeth through it. ] Maybe you should- Should get new material, Sparky.
[ The red blur slams into Elecman. All that speed, all that energy, thrown into knocking over his target. Quickman ends up in a combat roll, off again in a blur of red, every system screaming. Have to expend the energy. Have to burn it off. Have to do something with it.
He readies another boomerang, feeling it click into the launcher. It's not his usual, preferred method of attack, no. The boomerangs folded in his back, the larger ones, are more his style. But this expended a hell of a lot more energy. ]
[ Quickman is getting harder, no near impossible now to track even by sound. So when he slams into him, Elecman doesn't even have a chance to dodge. Warnings flash in his HUD and he really hopes that whatever he hears crack inside his chest isn't important. He hits the wall with a pained grunt. This is not the first time Elec has questioned why Light gave them such accurate pain receptors. ]
...Moments from blowing and you're too obsessed with this desperate pointless fight to notice... But if all this power is what you really want... Let me give you a hand.
[ Electricity sparks down his arms and across his fingertips and sends bolts of it Quickman's way. It's not very strong but Elec doesn't want it to be. It's about the same level of energy he's use to top off another Robot Master's battery level. This is a special targeted attack after all. That launcher especially is overtaxed and teetering on the edge of horrible malfunction, too much juice in his zaps and disaster will strike, he's aiming for JUST enough. ]
...Moments from blowing and you're too obsessed with this desperate pointless fight to notice... But if all this power is what you really want... Let me give you a hand.
[ Electricity sparks down his arms and across his fingertips and sends bolts of it Quickman's way. It's not very strong but Elec doesn't want it to be. It's about the same level of energy he's use to top off another Robot Master's battery level. This is a special targeted attack after all. That launcher especially is overtaxed and teetering on the edge of horrible malfunction, too much juice in his zaps and disaster will strike, he's aiming for JUST enough. ]
[ A lot of things happen at the same time.
Quickman skids out of another blur, venting hard, sparks already catching in his teeth and Elecman's not even hit him yet. Any avenue out, right? And with coding screaming into overtime, he raises his launcher again, and aims down imaginary sights. Right at Elecman.
Click.
Click click.
The energy howls inside him, even if no one else can hear it, and shocked surprise in his optics wars with the grit teeth determination of forcing it anyway. Energy, through his systems, clawing at his wiring on its way through. Burning his launcher's. But it has to get out. It has to get out.
Quickman forces the energy through his systems, too desperate to listen to all the warnings it and his target can throw at him.
Elecman meets that howling tide with his own.
And the launcher explodes.
Golden yellow shrapnel, the scattered shards of every single quick boomerang that he had still prepped and ready, goes flying in all directions. Quickman does too; no combat roll here, just an ungraceful tumble backwards, slamming against the opposite wall. Hard.
Once the smoke clears, it finds his arm still, surprisingly, mostly intact. There's an ugly mess where the launcher once sat, half-melted and half-blown to pieces, things exposed that probably shouldn't be (and not all those burned wires were the result of that final destruction). But the explosion didn't rip it off, at least.
Instead Quickman just... Lies there for a moment, wheezing, vents coming sharp and fast. Judging by the look in his optics, that finally cut through the mania that the intense overcharge inflicted on him. Now, there's just pain. Pain, and fear. Not that all the energy is burned out, no, but the vibrating seems to have lessened a bit, into a 'mere' jitter.
But, finally, no matter how long him lying there seems to drag on... Eventually he scrabbles to his feet in a manner befitting panic, rather than the smug, collected pride typical of the Wilybot. It's difficult, using one hand; he tries both at first, only to gasp and realize that's a bad idea pretty fast. Even once up, he sways. The jittering isn't helping his balance.
This time, there's no aggression. This time, Quickman takes a step back. ]
Quickman skids out of another blur, venting hard, sparks already catching in his teeth and Elecman's not even hit him yet. Any avenue out, right? And with coding screaming into overtime, he raises his launcher again, and aims down imaginary sights. Right at Elecman.
Click.
Click click.
The energy howls inside him, even if no one else can hear it, and shocked surprise in his optics wars with the grit teeth determination of forcing it anyway. Energy, through his systems, clawing at his wiring on its way through. Burning his launcher's. But it has to get out. It has to get out.
Quickman forces the energy through his systems, too desperate to listen to all the warnings it and his target can throw at him.
Elecman meets that howling tide with his own.
And the launcher explodes.
Golden yellow shrapnel, the scattered shards of every single quick boomerang that he had still prepped and ready, goes flying in all directions. Quickman does too; no combat roll here, just an ungraceful tumble backwards, slamming against the opposite wall. Hard.
Once the smoke clears, it finds his arm still, surprisingly, mostly intact. There's an ugly mess where the launcher once sat, half-melted and half-blown to pieces, things exposed that probably shouldn't be (and not all those burned wires were the result of that final destruction). But the explosion didn't rip it off, at least.
Instead Quickman just... Lies there for a moment, wheezing, vents coming sharp and fast. Judging by the look in his optics, that finally cut through the mania that the intense overcharge inflicted on him. Now, there's just pain. Pain, and fear. Not that all the energy is burned out, no, but the vibrating seems to have lessened a bit, into a 'mere' jitter.
But, finally, no matter how long him lying there seems to drag on... Eventually he scrabbles to his feet in a manner befitting panic, rather than the smug, collected pride typical of the Wilybot. It's difficult, using one hand; he tries both at first, only to gasp and realize that's a bad idea pretty fast. Even once up, he sways. The jittering isn't helping his balance.
This time, there's no aggression. This time, Quickman takes a step back. ]
[ Aaaand this is why he didn't want to do that. More alerts appear on his HUD and he dismisses them all with a groan. He doesn't need automatic emergency diagnostics to let him know he has chunks of boomerang and... ugh... Quickman shrapnel stuck in him.
A look across the hall tells him that however bad he's feeling... Quick is feeling much MUCH worse. You know if he'd just come across him in this state he'd perhaps feel bad for him. Maybe even try to help him, get him to the repair bay on ship. Right now though? He's annoyed. Beyond that really but we'll stick with 'annoyed'. There's something cracked in his internals and he has pieces of Quickman in him. And he knows that Quickman has done this to himself. There's no sympathy here.
Maybe later when there's been some time to reflect, but now? Nothing.
Elec does a quick diagnostic on himself and then after determining he won't just fall over, pushes off of the wall with an inelegant stumble. ]
Now. I'm going to see to my repairs. I suggest you do the same.
A look across the hall tells him that however bad he's feeling... Quick is feeling much MUCH worse. You know if he'd just come across him in this state he'd perhaps feel bad for him. Maybe even try to help him, get him to the repair bay on ship. Right now though? He's annoyed. Beyond that really but we'll stick with 'annoyed'. There's something cracked in his internals and he has pieces of Quickman in him. And he knows that Quickman has done this to himself. There's no sympathy here.
Maybe later when there's been some time to reflect, but now? Nothing.
Elec does a quick diagnostic on himself and then after determining he won't just fall over, pushes off of the wall with an inelegant stumble. ]
Now. I'm going to see to my repairs. I suggest you do the same.
[ A flash of deep, true panic digs into Quickman's expression. Whatever he's thinking, the after-effects of being that juiced up and the energy starting to fade... He takes another step back. And another.
He doesn't even nod.
Just turns... And runs. ]
He doesn't even nod.
Just turns... And runs. ]
Elecman, correct? [ The voice on the other end of the line is slow and lazy, but only about as lazy as a tiger; Starscream is cordial, but he's also very much sussing out the mech on the other end of the line. ]
This is Starscream, Winglord and leader of the Brigade. You're the one Kagerou has taken to rooming with, hm?
This is Starscream, Winglord and leader of the Brigade. You're the one Kagerou has taken to rooming with, hm?
Yeah that's me. Elecman. Robot Master, wanna-be be rock star, and the R2's number one ninja whisperer.
[ There is a soft, almost amused hum. ]
I see. He speaks of you often, though not by name.
Come down to the Brigade labs, the room across from the space bridge. I have something for you I think you'll enjoy, 'wanna-be rock star'.
I see. He speaks of you often, though not by name.
Come down to the Brigade labs, the room across from the space bridge. I have something for you I think you'll enjoy, 'wanna-be rock star'.
While Elec is still at the Mall Rock has time to set up a perfect way to gift his baby brother the surprise.
He hikes up Pillows to make rows of seats. A teddy or two is set down, things Rock managed to purchase out of curiosity. But turns out they make great seat fillers.
Then the stage is set. A table is dragged to the middle of the room and the guitar set is hoisted on top. Where the light will shine best on it. There's bed sheets sown through some of the ceiling to make it look like curtains. Rock really wants this to be good.
and as Rock waits. And waits. His recharge clicks in and he winds down on the pillow seats stealing some of the audience to snuggle to.
Its okay he's sure he'll wake up and fix it before Elec shows up.
His brother and himself are so far from home. It... its good to have moments like these.
He hikes up Pillows to make rows of seats. A teddy or two is set down, things Rock managed to purchase out of curiosity. But turns out they make great seat fillers.
Then the stage is set. A table is dragged to the middle of the room and the guitar set is hoisted on top. Where the light will shine best on it. There's bed sheets sown through some of the ceiling to make it look like curtains. Rock really wants this to be good.
and as Rock waits. And waits. His recharge clicks in and he winds down on the pillow seats stealing some of the audience to snuggle to.
Its okay he's sure he'll wake up and fix it before Elec shows up.
His brother and himself are so far from home. It... its good to have moments like these.
No wonder my auditory sensors burn. Nothing but good things I hope.
[ He laughs, lighthearted. He loves being the center of attention but there's something both embarrassing and flattering about being talked about to someone else. When he knows about it that is. ]
I think I know the place. I do love a surprise. I'll be down at the speed of lightning.
[ He's of course not without his suspicions. This is a mysterious voice on the comm beckoning him to their lair with the promise of something. But Elec is confident, perhaps overly so, in his ability to defend himself in a tight spot.
So to the labs he goes, politely paging at the door even. ]
[ He laughs, lighthearted. He loves being the center of attention but there's something both embarrassing and flattering about being talked about to someone else. When he knows about it that is. ]
I think I know the place. I do love a surprise. I'll be down at the speed of lightning.
[ He's of course not without his suspicions. This is a mysterious voice on the comm beckoning him to their lair with the promise of something. But Elec is confident, perhaps overly so, in his ability to defend himself in a tight spot.
So to the labs he goes, politely paging at the door even. ]
[ The doors swish open, almost as if set off by the pager and not by someone else's command; indeed, there is no figure right at the door. Instead the lab's controlled chaos of half-built weapons and scattered parts contain one Cybertronian, heel thrusters kicked up lazily on a desk.
But not for long. The mech spins in his wheeled chair (the only wheeled one in the whole place) and turns to face Elecman, a smirk spreading across his face.
There is very much the sense that Elecman is getting sized up, and the glint behind his optics is nothing but calculating. ]
And there's the rock star. Lightning fast, as you said you'd be.
You know, Kagerou didn't tell me about that. Your... Interesting ability. I had to comb through some intel and ask a few questions.
[ He crouches, slowly, keeping a respectful distance between himself and the robot master. No weapons. No danger in his body language.
Neutrally: ] What do you think your chances are of taking out a Cybertronian with that?
But not for long. The mech spins in his wheeled chair (the only wheeled one in the whole place) and turns to face Elecman, a smirk spreading across his face.
There is very much the sense that Elecman is getting sized up, and the glint behind his optics is nothing but calculating. ]
And there's the rock star. Lightning fast, as you said you'd be.
You know, Kagerou didn't tell me about that. Your... Interesting ability. I had to comb through some intel and ask a few questions.
[ He crouches, slowly, keeping a respectful distance between himself and the robot master. No weapons. No danger in his body language.
Neutrally: ] What do you think your chances are of taking out a Cybertronian with that?
[ Huh. And people call him a dramatic. Certainly though it takes someone theatric to properly appreciate someone dramatic. He might even be taking notes.
He raises an eyebrow under his mask. He's no strangers to being looked at and evaluated. He's been to enough science and technology conventions as a showcase himself. This is a little different at least. Less... objectifying in feel somehow.
At least it doesn't make him feel like biting someone.
He shrugs and hold of a single finger, a small ball of electricity sparking at it's tip. ]
Ah you mean this?
[ He snaps his fingers and the charge crackles and disperses harmlessly. ]
At my normal power level maybe with the element of surprise and extreme precision, but I'd need some lucky shots. With enough time to power up my internal generators or help from an outside one...
[ He shrugs. He's not exactly tested it but he does wonder if a Cybertronian can withstand enough electrical current to power a human metropolis. Shame it's too uncomfortable to keep that sort of energy in him at all times. It takes a LONG time to get up there too. ]
He raises an eyebrow under his mask. He's no strangers to being looked at and evaluated. He's been to enough science and technology conventions as a showcase himself. This is a little different at least. Less... objectifying in feel somehow.
At least it doesn't make him feel like biting someone.
He shrugs and hold of a single finger, a small ball of electricity sparking at it's tip. ]
Ah you mean this?
[ He snaps his fingers and the charge crackles and disperses harmlessly. ]
At my normal power level maybe with the element of surprise and extreme precision, but I'd need some lucky shots. With enough time to power up my internal generators or help from an outside one...
[ He shrugs. He's not exactly tested it but he does wonder if a Cybertronian can withstand enough electrical current to power a human metropolis. Shame it's too uncomfortable to keep that sort of energy in him at all times. It takes a LONG time to get up there too. ]
[ Starscream nods. Something in his optics is vaguely approving; whatever he was looking for in Elecman, he seems to have found it.
Wordlessly, silently, he gives a flick of his wrist: a dramatic little motion and a flash of his subspace. Then, too slow and too measured to be a threat, he presents his hand to the robot master... And, with exceeding delicacy, the guitar case between his fingers. ]
Kagerou requested it for you. Only a few days after you came aboard, in fact. He's gotten rather attached to you, hasn't he.
[ Is that a flicker of sharpness there? A warning? Kagerou had once slept in the vents, and there is warmed oil waiting underneath the one in the corner. But that hint of bite is there and gone in an instant. ]
Of course, he just wanted to get you a gift. You'll find it quite a bit more than that.
[ He flicks open the case. Gleaming shiny black greets Elecman, rimmed with red; metallic lightning bolts in burnished gold streak across the brand new guitar. Something in the way it glitters betrays its Cybertronian make- But other than that, it seems normal.
But the weapons scattered around this lab tell otherwise. ]
You'll find a rather unobtrusive switch near the tuning pegs. Switched on, and with your electricity channeled through it... Let's just say sound isn't the only thing it will amplify. It will be more than enough to threaten anything here that threatens you.
Wordlessly, silently, he gives a flick of his wrist: a dramatic little motion and a flash of his subspace. Then, too slow and too measured to be a threat, he presents his hand to the robot master... And, with exceeding delicacy, the guitar case between his fingers. ]
Kagerou requested it for you. Only a few days after you came aboard, in fact. He's gotten rather attached to you, hasn't he.
[ Is that a flicker of sharpness there? A warning? Kagerou had once slept in the vents, and there is warmed oil waiting underneath the one in the corner. But that hint of bite is there and gone in an instant. ]
Of course, he just wanted to get you a gift. You'll find it quite a bit more than that.
[ He flicks open the case. Gleaming shiny black greets Elecman, rimmed with red; metallic lightning bolts in burnished gold streak across the brand new guitar. Something in the way it glitters betrays its Cybertronian make- But other than that, it seems normal.
But the weapons scattered around this lab tell otherwise. ]
You'll find a rather unobtrusive switch near the tuning pegs. Switched on, and with your electricity channeled through it... Let's just say sound isn't the only thing it will amplify. It will be more than enough to threaten anything here that threatens you.
Edited 2023-12-30 02:04 (UTC)
The movie ran a little longer then Elec expected. Despite the fact that he wasn't able to eat any of the tempting and delicious smelling popcorn, he'd had a good time. The movie was fun, had a couple twists he hadn't been expecting too. Plus it was nice seeing Kagerou having a good time. That ninja could get gloomy.
He'd almost forgotten Rock's suspicious little act until he got to his room again. He laughs a little. There's his baby big brother, he must have gotten himself tuckered out and fallen into recharge. He's kind of cute, and this is definitely a rare moment of him not bouncing around like he's made of rubber. So Elec sneaks a quick little picture of him.
He steps back then to examine the state of his room. Rock certainly out his all into...
Oh.
Oh Rock.
Elec walks up to the carefully constructed 'stage', feeling something prickle at his optics (he's too cool to cry though he swears) and carefully lifts the guitar up. No wonder Rock had been vibrating. His brother really is too good for his own good.
He lifts the strap over his shoulders and fishes a pick out of his pocket. It's the one the clerk told him to keep. Rock still has his old one and Elec thinks he'll let him have it.
His fingers hesitate over the strings for a moment.
And then he strums. A soft cord, nothing particular, but it's a happy sound.
He'd almost forgotten Rock's suspicious little act until he got to his room again. He laughs a little. There's his baby big brother, he must have gotten himself tuckered out and fallen into recharge. He's kind of cute, and this is definitely a rare moment of him not bouncing around like he's made of rubber. So Elec sneaks a quick little picture of him.
He steps back then to examine the state of his room. Rock certainly out his all into...
Oh.
Oh Rock.
Elec walks up to the carefully constructed 'stage', feeling something prickle at his optics (he's too cool to cry though he swears) and carefully lifts the guitar up. No wonder Rock had been vibrating. His brother really is too good for his own good.
He lifts the strap over his shoulders and fishes a pick out of his pocket. It's the one the clerk told him to keep. Rock still has his old one and Elec thinks he'll let him have it.
His fingers hesitate over the strings for a moment.
And then he strums. A soft cord, nothing particular, but it's a happy sound.
[ Elec's vents hitch. What is is lately. With people being so nice? A guitar from his beloved brother, and not a gift requested by a new and precious friend. The robot master can just feel how special this is. He feels almost... hesitant to touch it, though he lifts a hand , his fingers twitching. ]
Kagerou did? I met him the first day I was on this ship. He mentioned that he'd just realized his birthday had come and gone. I told him if I had my guitar with me I'd play a song for him.
[ Did he ask Starscream to make it so soon after meeting him? Something like this must have taken a while to make. ]
He's a lonely bird, isn't he? Kagerou?
[ He lifts the guitar reverently from the case. The size and weight of it are perfect, like it really was fabricated solely for him. His fingers glide down the strings but he doesn't pluck at them yet. ]
Kagerou did? I met him the first day I was on this ship. He mentioned that he'd just realized his birthday had come and gone. I told him if I had my guitar with me I'd play a song for him.
[ Did he ask Starscream to make it so soon after meeting him? Something like this must have taken a while to make. ]
He's a lonely bird, isn't he? Kagerou?
[ He lifts the guitar reverently from the case. The size and weight of it are perfect, like it really was fabricated solely for him. His fingers glide down the strings but he doesn't pluck at them yet. ]
It's a sound that starts to stir Rock. Sleeping cutie rubs the tiredness from his eyes and with a plush still in his arm he slowly rises up. His hair poofs out his helmet as he takes it off, and then a yawn to reset his fans.
"Aaw you showed up while I was out," Rock says disappointed but there's the hint of tired excitement for the fact Elec has found his gift.
"I knew you'd like it," is more confidence from the hero of Light Labs. Something mundane, something good. He stands and hold the bear to his side as he steps up over to the stage. "Oh! Did you cry?" Is the part that wakes Rock enough to tease.
"Aaw you showed up while I was out," Rock says disappointed but there's the hint of tired excitement for the fact Elec has found his gift.
"I knew you'd like it," is more confidence from the hero of Light Labs. Something mundane, something good. He stands and hold the bear to his side as he steps up over to the stage. "Oh! Did you cry?" Is the part that wakes Rock enough to tease.
Elec opens his mouth, fraction of a second away from thanking him and instead he balks, his face heating up. Why did the Doctor even GIVE them the ability to blush when embarrassed? Why didn't he give them the ability to manually override it and turn it OFF? Is this some kind of look more human BS? Cut probably doesn't have to deal with this/
"I wasn't crying," he replies, a bit quickly, suspiciously so. He resists the urge to touch his face to check. His optics are dry. So dry. They have been this entire time, "You don't have any proof."
"I wasn't crying," he replies, a bit quickly, suspiciously so. He resists the urge to touch his face to check. His optics are dry. So dry. They have been this entire time, "You don't have any proof."
Rock's face has that innocent smile but it doesn't hide too much of his playful prodding. "Oh, maybe I'm mistaken. Clearly my baby brother is too tough to cry even when overwhelmed with happiness." Rock says like a brat.
"But, your eyes look happy and glistened. So, maybe its just the lighting." He shrugs at him.
"Okay, I'll be nice. I'll stop." Rock chuckles tiredly and lays his arms over the table turning to look at him. "You looked content with music in your hands, so I wanted to make sure you stayed that way."
"But, your eyes look happy and glistened. So, maybe its just the lighting." He shrugs at him.
"Okay, I'll be nice. I'll stop." Rock chuckles tiredly and lays his arms over the table turning to look at him. "You looked content with music in your hands, so I wanted to make sure you stayed that way."
He is.
He's been here almost a year now.
[ And doesn't that say so much. The ninja had been in his shell - been in his vents, as likely more than one encounter with the Brave sleeping half out of one had illustrates - and yet it was one little robot master he had only just met who coaxed him out. No matter the fact it had been Kagerou who had, however hesitantly, asked about the rooming situation first.
Starscream withdraws, just a little, setting the case on the ground for Elecman. ]
Now. If you're going to test that in here, stand on the desk that already has all the scorch marks. But let me know if I have to adjust its offensive capabilities; I made a few damn good guesses, based on simulations, but it may not be entirely calibrated correctly.
He's been here almost a year now.
[ And doesn't that say so much. The ninja had been in his shell - been in his vents, as likely more than one encounter with the Brave sleeping half out of one had illustrates - and yet it was one little robot master he had only just met who coaxed him out. No matter the fact it had been Kagerou who had, however hesitantly, asked about the rooming situation first.
Starscream withdraws, just a little, setting the case on the ground for Elecman. ]
Now. If you're going to test that in here, stand on the desk that already has all the scorch marks. But let me know if I have to adjust its offensive capabilities; I made a few damn good guesses, based on simulations, but it may not be entirely calibrated correctly.
Even when he's playing 'brat' Rock really is way too sweet.
"I love it Rock," he smiles and crouches down just long enough to ruffle his brother's hair, "I do feel like that, when I've got music. It makes me happy, more then almost anything. I guess the only thing better is hanging out with my dorky older brother."
He straitens up and lets his fingers play over the strings again.
"Any requests? Since this is a special concert and all."
"I love it Rock," he smiles and crouches down just long enough to ruffle his brother's hair, "I do feel like that, when I've got music. It makes me happy, more then almost anything. I guess the only thing better is hanging out with my dorky older brother."
He straitens up and lets his fingers play over the strings again.
"Any requests? Since this is a special concert and all."
Little by little, inch by inch, even if it feels impossible, we all can change with a little help.
[ It's why his brothers are so important to him. It's why Kagerou is so important. They were all made by humans in the reflection of humanity. And companionship was part of that.
He doesn't flip the switch yet. He fishes a pick out his pocket and plays a chord, twists a tuning peg, and repeats for a minute or two until satisfied. Then, he flips it. ]
So I can give it a whirl?
[ He finds himself smiling. This is, impossibly cool, after all. He climbs up to the indicated desk, it feels like there must be a story in this one too, maybe for another day. He strums the strings, he's not powering anything up but he can almost feel the hum in the instrument, resonating with his natural ambient static field.
He charges the lightning in his lines, not a lot, not yet. Just enough so it buzzes in him, he raises his hand, and brings his pick down.]
[ It's why his brothers are so important to him. It's why Kagerou is so important. They were all made by humans in the reflection of humanity. And companionship was part of that.
He doesn't flip the switch yet. He fishes a pick out his pocket and plays a chord, twists a tuning peg, and repeats for a minute or two until satisfied. Then, he flips it. ]
So I can give it a whirl?
[ He finds himself smiling. This is, impossibly cool, after all. He climbs up to the indicated desk, it feels like there must be a story in this one too, maybe for another day. He strums the strings, he's not powering anything up but he can almost feel the hum in the instrument, resonating with his natural ambient static field.
He charges the lightning in his lines, not a lot, not yet. Just enough so it buzzes in him, he raises his hand, and brings his pick down.]
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