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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.
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Starscream shrinks back and grimaces, red optics boring into red eyes. "Alright, so what is your point? You expect me to just cower here and let you be on your merry way then?" he snaps, hysteria rising in his voice. "If the only two options here are for one or the other of us to leave that device, do you really think that just because you've managed to talk around me that I will suddenly be okay with turning such a device over to you? You are sadly mistaken if that is the case."
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"So be it," he snaps. "If you so crave your own devastation-" There's a moment where it isn't entirely clear what the troll is going to do. He's just staring at Starscream with a whole new intensity, like he's seen something he hadn't before.
He throws the device to the ground between them. The device lands harmlessly, skittering across the concrete. Signless had been fairly certain it wouldn't go off, but part of him wonders if it would really matter if it had.
"Take it," he says, the fire in his words burning down into something low and smouldering. "Take this to your master, and live another day."
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It's a success, at least, but he still can't quite shake the disquiet that now grips at his spark.
He absconds from the premises before any CONDOR agents regain their senses and come to investigate.