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Who: Signless and Starscream
Where: A CONDOR holding center.
When: April 5th ish.
What: Both Signless and Starscream end up hunting for the Spark Extractor at the same time, resulting in shenanigans and possibly other things.
Warnings: Signless problems. Also, Starscream.
His work, as of late, has been a mess.
He hasn't been able to pull himself together, and as the nights roll by, he becomes more and more unsure of what 'normal' he's even trying to return too. His every thought seems to be punctuated with anguish and helplessness, and in the face of it all, he's still hounded by something in his head telling him that he needs to be serving his cause. That is, he needs to be taking revenge, in the way she had allowed him.
But he doesn't know why, anymore. He barely knows who he is. The competition between who he was before and what he is now leaves him feeling like no one at all, just skin and bone and irrational thoughts. And so when he receives some sort of alien signals on his scanner, him going out to check on it is more physical impulse than calculated desire.
He's clothed this time, at least. His body suit is back on, and he has his cloak, and he isn't leaving blood everywhere. The source of the beacon seems to be some kind of CONDOR holding center, presumably for apprehended villains - and more importantly, the things they bring in with them.
He slips in, using his small size to his advantage. He rare strays from the shadows, and when he does find himself encountering CONDOR guards, he dismisses them by causing them intense bouts of irrational fear. They flee, panicking and out of control, as the troll slips closer to the evidence locker.
Where: A CONDOR holding center.
When: April 5th ish.
What: Both Signless and Starscream end up hunting for the Spark Extractor at the same time, resulting in shenanigans and possibly other things.
Warnings: Signless problems. Also, Starscream.
His work, as of late, has been a mess.
He hasn't been able to pull himself together, and as the nights roll by, he becomes more and more unsure of what 'normal' he's even trying to return too. His every thought seems to be punctuated with anguish and helplessness, and in the face of it all, he's still hounded by something in his head telling him that he needs to be serving his cause. That is, he needs to be taking revenge, in the way she had allowed him.
But he doesn't know why, anymore. He barely knows who he is. The competition between who he was before and what he is now leaves him feeling like no one at all, just skin and bone and irrational thoughts. And so when he receives some sort of alien signals on his scanner, him going out to check on it is more physical impulse than calculated desire.
He's clothed this time, at least. His body suit is back on, and he has his cloak, and he isn't leaving blood everywhere. The source of the beacon seems to be some kind of CONDOR holding center, presumably for apprehended villains - and more importantly, the things they bring in with them.
He slips in, using his small size to his advantage. He rare strays from the shadows, and when he does find himself encountering CONDOR guards, he dismisses them by causing them intense bouts of irrational fear. They flee, panicking and out of control, as the troll slips closer to the evidence locker.
