Post by waylay on Jun 5, 2013 18:49:29 GMT -5
Things were complicated, and getting worse.
It was mere months ago that Waylay had started to notice the change in herself. It was subtle at first- a mere emotional twitch here and there, nothing to really fret over. But then, that fateful, stormy night.. things really started to change.
The Decepticon sighed inwardly, letting her feet take precedence over her mind, and carry her wherever they chose. Their metal composition clinked and clanked with every connection to the floor, the sound resonating loudly off the walls of a narrow corridor. While they continued their rhythmic pace, she delved deep into her processor, trying to conjure memories that no longer existed, which might have helped explain her social changes. As she did so, a claw subconsciously fiddled with one of the tube-like circuits that resembled what the humans called 'hair,' nonchalantly twirling it around a finger to and fro.
Her red optics squinted in frustrating concentration, the lack of results becoming quite irritating. What was it that made her decide to ally herself with that bot and his mutts? She was known for her solo work, not teamwork. What was even more mysterious, was how freely she conversed with him. A bot of few words, or at least she used to be, Waylay was confounded. But it just felt so natural. Why, she even was able to get along quite well with him, even if their meeting that night was short.
Oh. Then there was the whole Starscream encounter. Just the thought of what went through her body and processor had her shivering all over again- in a good manner.
Before she could realize it, the femme's feet had taken her into the lounge area, which was infrequently inhabited. She casually, sensually, strolled across the room, her attention still clearly elsewhere. Metal flesh acting on its own accord, Waylay took a seat and folded her right leg over the left, then rested an elbow upon her thigh. From here, she rested her cheek in a hand and sighed, closing her optics momentarily. I'm just going to wind up short-circuiting at this point. I really need to get my processor off of this. But how?[/i]
Her optics reopened, their 'pupils' constricting upon recognizing the fact that there was someone across from her. Immediately, Waylay perked up, straightening her posture. Never before had she seen this particular bot, and upon further visual investigation to confirm such, she noticed something was rather..off about him. His optics- they were two different colors. Just what did that mean, she wondered? How curious..[/i]
Recognizing the fact that she was starting to stare, the femme coughed into her fist and mumbled an apology. "You seem distraught." Waylay commented, her head tilting to one side shallowly. "Seems I'm not the only one with a lot on the processor." A small, but warm, smile was offered to him.
It was mere months ago that Waylay had started to notice the change in herself. It was subtle at first- a mere emotional twitch here and there, nothing to really fret over. But then, that fateful, stormy night.. things really started to change.
The Decepticon sighed inwardly, letting her feet take precedence over her mind, and carry her wherever they chose. Their metal composition clinked and clanked with every connection to the floor, the sound resonating loudly off the walls of a narrow corridor. While they continued their rhythmic pace, she delved deep into her processor, trying to conjure memories that no longer existed, which might have helped explain her social changes. As she did so, a claw subconsciously fiddled with one of the tube-like circuits that resembled what the humans called 'hair,' nonchalantly twirling it around a finger to and fro.
Her red optics squinted in frustrating concentration, the lack of results becoming quite irritating. What was it that made her decide to ally herself with that bot and his mutts? She was known for her solo work, not teamwork. What was even more mysterious, was how freely she conversed with him. A bot of few words, or at least she used to be, Waylay was confounded. But it just felt so natural. Why, she even was able to get along quite well with him, even if their meeting that night was short.
Oh. Then there was the whole Starscream encounter. Just the thought of what went through her body and processor had her shivering all over again- in a good manner.
Before she could realize it, the femme's feet had taken her into the lounge area, which was infrequently inhabited. She casually, sensually, strolled across the room, her attention still clearly elsewhere. Metal flesh acting on its own accord, Waylay took a seat and folded her right leg over the left, then rested an elbow upon her thigh. From here, she rested her cheek in a hand and sighed, closing her optics momentarily. I'm just going to wind up short-circuiting at this point. I really need to get my processor off of this. But how?[/i]
Her optics reopened, their 'pupils' constricting upon recognizing the fact that there was someone across from her. Immediately, Waylay perked up, straightening her posture. Never before had she seen this particular bot, and upon further visual investigation to confirm such, she noticed something was rather..off about him. His optics- they were two different colors. Just what did that mean, she wondered? How curious..[/i]
Recognizing the fact that she was starting to stare, the femme coughed into her fist and mumbled an apology. "You seem distraught." Waylay commented, her head tilting to one side shallowly. "Seems I'm not the only one with a lot on the processor." A small, but warm, smile was offered to him.