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capeandcowllogs2009-11-30 09:44 pm
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DIGGING TO THE RHYTHM OF A SOLITARY SIREN
WHO: Waspinator, Shockwave and OPEN to... The 'Cons who're around Shockwave's lab I guess seriously just jump in wah.
WHERE: Shockwave's Lab, hidden away somewhere mysterious and secret.
WHEN: Backdated to Saturday, November 28th.
WARNINGS: Shockwave scares small children.
SUMMARY: ROBOTS THAT WERE TURNED INTO PEOPLE BEING TURNED INTO DIFFERENT KINDS OF ROBOTS. BEING TURNED INTO PEOPLE AGAIN. AND PROBABLY SCREAMING. So, the usual.
FORMAT: I don't even care.
His head ached where Shockwave had souldered the analogues of his antennae off. His wrists ached where they were held down from being pinned for so long. His voice box was starting to sound staticky from overuse - he could see how six days of screaming would do that. And his processor ached and he didn't even know why. He was, all in all, not in bad shape, but all of it was avoidable.
Near a week as a an inorganic again and he hadn't even had any energon. The scientist was keeping him on some kind of oil, or whatever. Nobody told him anything. He had fuzzy memories of people having come in and out of the lab, but he was too uncertain to pinpoint them. The huge majority he knew was Shockwave, though. He was the only one that ever came into Waspinator's line of sight. Because it didn't matter if Waspinator knew who he was, there wasn't anything he could do to get back at him.
A slight jolt broke his train of thought, making him look around the room for the source. It felt almost like the shock that had taken his wings away last time (nonononoNO THAT CAN'T HAPPEN AGAIN) and he forced himself to breathe normally.
He looked down and found that his hands were once again flesh-tone, calloused and most importantly human. And the machine that had returned him to being made of metal hadn't appeared to have anything to do with it this time, so it probably wasn't planned.
... Well, that was just great. Now he was squishy and had stronger pain receptors. Brilliant.
WHERE: Shockwave's Lab, hidden away somewhere mysterious and secret.
WHEN: Backdated to Saturday, November 28th.
WARNINGS: Shockwave scares small children.
SUMMARY: ROBOTS THAT WERE TURNED INTO PEOPLE BEING TURNED INTO DIFFERENT KINDS OF ROBOTS. BEING TURNED INTO PEOPLE AGAIN. AND PROBABLY SCREAMING. So, the usual.
FORMAT: I don't even care.
His head ached where Shockwave had souldered the analogues of his antennae off. His wrists ached where they were held down from being pinned for so long. His voice box was starting to sound staticky from overuse - he could see how six days of screaming would do that. And his processor ached and he didn't even know why. He was, all in all, not in bad shape, but all of it was avoidable.
Near a week as a an inorganic again and he hadn't even had any energon. The scientist was keeping him on some kind of oil, or whatever. Nobody told him anything. He had fuzzy memories of people having come in and out of the lab, but he was too uncertain to pinpoint them. The huge majority he knew was Shockwave, though. He was the only one that ever came into Waspinator's line of sight. Because it didn't matter if Waspinator knew who he was, there wasn't anything he could do to get back at him.
A slight jolt broke his train of thought, making him look around the room for the source. It felt almost like the shock that had taken his wings away last time (nonononoNO THAT CAN'T HAPPEN AGAIN) and he forced himself to breathe normally.
He looked down and found that his hands were once again flesh-tone, calloused and most importantly human. And the machine that had returned him to being made of metal hadn't appeared to have anything to do with it this time, so it probably wasn't planned.
... Well, that was just great. Now he was squishy and had stronger pain receptors. Brilliant.