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capeandcowllogs2009-05-22 05:46 pm
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guitar villain [OPEN]
WHO: Soundwave & OPEN
WHERE: A very snazzy arcade.
WHEN: Friday afternoon.
WARNINGS: I don't believe so.
SUMMARY: As to attempt to fit in better amongst the humans due to his new organic body, Soundwave visits somewhere he hears is very popular. It is not quite as expected.
FORMAT: Paragraph preferred! tl;dr is not necessary for fun and hijinks.
The noise, on normal levels, would have been tolerable. The murmur of the crowd, babies crying, people bumping into one another, children screaming for attention, horns honking outside, the beeps of technology--
Most of the time, one would simply tune it out.
For Soundwave, it has taken him much effort to learn how he could even do so. At first, the noise was almost too much, and had given him a... ah. Migraine, as the flesh creatures would say. Instinct wants him to say a processor ache, but he doesn't technically even have a processor anymore. Regardless, the sounds were almost unbearable at first; it honestly made him feel like his head might abruptly explode, his ears thundering until he learned to tune it out. It was a strange experience until he taught himself to manipulate the sound into his favor, somewhat.
His temples are still throbbing, and his headphones are over his ears. The communications officer is seated, temporarily, at one of the booths, dressed in a dark blue jacket with the collar zipped up to cover his mouth -- a bit easier to mask his emotions that way -- and red shades on. His unfortunately very blue hair is combed back neatly, almost obsessively, to keep himself trim, clean, and in top condition.
How needless, in such an environment. These fleshbags. And their machines. What terrible, bothersome, needless sounds. Humans are so... pesky.
Still. He is at this arcade for a mission. He supposes it is necessary. He must learn to... fit in with these humans until they find a way to return to their former bodies. Although Soundwave is greatly dubious of Starscream's abilities to lead, at the moment there's little choice in the matter, as far as rank between them goes. Inferior as Starscream is, if a Megatron has named him leader, then Soundwave truly has no choice but to obey that rank's orders. Until a better opportunity arises, anyway, as he and Shockwave agreed to.
Slowly, the Decepticon rises to his feet and steps through the bustling arcade. Most of it looks terribly uninteresting to him. Why humans would waste their time with these pieces of archaic technology is beyond him. But, then, of course... the humans never made much sense to him.
He'd been ready to leave until he spots movement out of the corner of his eye. Coordination of movement with... music?
If there'd ever been one thing from the meatbags that he ever comprehended, it was music.
Soundwave turns and approaches slowly. A pair of the Earth creatures were moving their feet over metal pads with arrows pointing in four directions, all in appropriate beats with music and indicators on a screen. The point seems easy enough; dance to what you hear and see. Although the goal is simplistic and Soundwave wants to scoff at such needlessness, he can't help but be somewhat entranced by this particular game.
He glances over the sides of the machines. This is called... Dance Dance Revolution.
It's almost fascinating, really...
WHERE: A very snazzy arcade.
WHEN: Friday afternoon.
WARNINGS: I don't believe so.
SUMMARY: As to attempt to fit in better amongst the humans due to his new organic body, Soundwave visits somewhere he hears is very popular. It is not quite as expected.
FORMAT: Paragraph preferred! tl;dr is not necessary for fun and hijinks.
The noise, on normal levels, would have been tolerable. The murmur of the crowd, babies crying, people bumping into one another, children screaming for attention, horns honking outside, the beeps of technology--
Most of the time, one would simply tune it out.
For Soundwave, it has taken him much effort to learn how he could even do so. At first, the noise was almost too much, and had given him a... ah. Migraine, as the flesh creatures would say. Instinct wants him to say a processor ache, but he doesn't technically even have a processor anymore. Regardless, the sounds were almost unbearable at first; it honestly made him feel like his head might abruptly explode, his ears thundering until he learned to tune it out. It was a strange experience until he taught himself to manipulate the sound into his favor, somewhat.
His temples are still throbbing, and his headphones are over his ears. The communications officer is seated, temporarily, at one of the booths, dressed in a dark blue jacket with the collar zipped up to cover his mouth -- a bit easier to mask his emotions that way -- and red shades on. His unfortunately very blue hair is combed back neatly, almost obsessively, to keep himself trim, clean, and in top condition.
How needless, in such an environment. These fleshbags. And their machines. What terrible, bothersome, needless sounds. Humans are so... pesky.
Still. He is at this arcade for a mission. He supposes it is necessary. He must learn to... fit in with these humans until they find a way to return to their former bodies. Although Soundwave is greatly dubious of Starscream's abilities to lead, at the moment there's little choice in the matter, as far as rank between them goes. Inferior as Starscream is, if a Megatron has named him leader, then Soundwave truly has no choice but to obey that rank's orders. Until a better opportunity arises, anyway, as he and Shockwave agreed to.
Slowly, the Decepticon rises to his feet and steps through the bustling arcade. Most of it looks terribly uninteresting to him. Why humans would waste their time with these pieces of archaic technology is beyond him. But, then, of course... the humans never made much sense to him.
He'd been ready to leave until he spots movement out of the corner of his eye. Coordination of movement with... music?
If there'd ever been one thing from the meatbags that he ever comprehended, it was music.
Soundwave turns and approaches slowly. A pair of the Earth creatures were moving their feet over metal pads with arrows pointing in four directions, all in appropriate beats with music and indicators on a screen. The point seems easy enough; dance to what you hear and see. Although the goal is simplistic and Soundwave wants to scoff at such needlessness, he can't help but be somewhat entranced by this particular game.
He glances over the sides of the machines. This is called... Dance Dance Revolution.
It's almost fascinating, really...
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He wasn't sure he was still winning that one.
Of course, after games was music. He hadn't had a chance to listen to much music at all back home, and it was probably the thing he would miss the most if he ever got sent back (other than Saitou, but he'd rather not think about that). Listening to music seemed to calm his thoughts more than anything Security had ever tried, and it helped him sleep better too. Not that he ever slept much, but it was always better and slightly longer if he had the radio on.
Which made the arcade the best thing ever. Anyone else might get irritated with all the lights and noises; instead he found them calming and a helpful distraction. And the best distraction in the place was the DDR game.
He wanders over, glancing at the blue-haired guy standing next to it. He looked like he might want to play...but wasn't? Maybe he'd never played before?
"Hey, you wanna play?" he asks, grinning over at him. "There's a two-player mode."
At least he knew that much in English.
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This person's voice sounds familiar. Albeit he is quite sure he has no name to match it, but it is near to impossible for Soundwave to forget a voice, a tone. The source must be the network.
...A voice indeed.
Soundwave considers. A match, then?
"QUERY: THAT IS A CHALLENGE?"
It is difficult for any Decepticon to say no to a challenge.
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Still, it could be fun if he was.
He grins at the question, catching enough of it to understand.
"Yeah. Up for it?"
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Challenges are nice. And it is non-violent. Therefore, no unwanted attraction will spawn. Perfect.
"AFFIRMATIVE," he tells his new opponent.
He attempts to remember. How is it a human greets another...? Ah. Right.
Stiffly, he holds out his hand.
"I AM JOE." Rather, it is his alias, but humans' names do not apply to their function. Bizarre.
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It was just usually Duel Monsters. But DDR was great too.
He blinks at the hand for a moment before remembering that was how Americans greeted each other. He still isn't sure why; bowing seemed like it would show more respect to him.
He takes "Joe's" hand, pumping it a couple times.
"Kyosuke Kiryu."