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There's an aeroplane cringing in the aviary.
...Look, close enough. A castle can't be expected to go through every little detail with a fine-toothed comb. A loud thing with wings probably belongs in the aviary and that's all that matters.
For a long, awkward moment, Starscream seems frozen where he is. There are birds perched on his pauldrons, wings, and upheld claws, many of them singing jubiously (about murder).
He opens an eye and peers around as if he were expecting something else. He lifts a claw and stares a songbird right in the eyes.
Starscream flails violently and the flock dissipates, and his next indignant screech is loud enough to echo.
"Who dares?"
...Look, close enough. A castle can't be expected to go through every little detail with a fine-toothed comb. A loud thing with wings probably belongs in the aviary and that's all that matters.
For a long, awkward moment, Starscream seems frozen where he is. There are birds perched on his pauldrons, wings, and upheld claws, many of them singing jubiously (about murder).
He opens an eye and peers around as if he were expecting something else. He lifts a claw and stares a songbird right in the eyes.
Starscream flails violently and the flock dissipates, and his next indignant screech is loud enough to echo.
"Who dares?"
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Date: 2018-04-19 10:01 pm (UTC)Frisk was already heading towards the bird tower on their own, but that shriek has them picking up the pace from nearly two halls away, though it's still at least a minute before they actually make it to the door and crack it open.
And pause.
...It's a robot.
It's the biggest robot they've ever seen.
Frisk pushes the door open a little wider, craning their neck. "Um," they say, almost definitely too quiet to hear over the startled screaming of birds. And the...other one.
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Date: 2018-04-20 07:00 am (UTC)Satisfied that he's alone, he begins talking to himself. "...Well. Certainly not Cybertron. Earth, perhaps. But why...?" A pause, and he brightens a bit, beginning to pace slowly around the aviary as he takes stock of his surroundings. "No, no! Don't look a gift Predacon in the mouth, Starscream. This is preferable to the alternative..." A bird recovers from the initial fright, and flits over to perch on his antenna while he's distracted. This whole thing sure would be embarrassing if anyone else was here, which they're not! He checked. "Perhaps this was a freak groundbridge accident. Yes... A miscalculated rescue. Or... was this on purpose?"
Mutter, mutter, stalk, stalk. He's heading towards the door. Frisk might be in a little danger of getting stepped on.
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Date: 2018-04-20 08:14 pm (UTC)'Earth' and 'rescue' just about the only word they get from there properly. Those're some loud, giant footsteps, and there's feathers all over the floor rustling 'cause of them. Someone coming from somewhere troubling, again, and Frisk presses their lips into a line.
Their throat's bad enough they probably can't yell loud enough to be heard. There's already a tightness there, but they're still able to cut it down to a small rumble instead of gross coughing, and they try catching attention by clapping their hands. They can probably dodge if he tries stomping them on purpose, those're heels even more dramatic than a Mettaton's, so lots of space to duck into the arch if they gotta. Hopefully not. They're trying not to assume about new people so much lately.
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Date: 2018-04-26 07:54 am (UTC)Ugh, he almost stepped in people!He scowls, flares his wings, and jabs an accusing finger in Frisk's direction."You! Human. Where are we?"
He'll deal with the seen-by-people thing later. The jig is obviously already up.
you don't have to stick 2 prose if you'd rather not tbh :V
Date: 2018-04-26 08:38 am (UTC)Frisk takes a few steps back anyway, so they don't mess up their neck so badly trying to look him in the eye.
...Red eyes.
"Castle." Their eyes roam over him, checking out the wings mostly. They don't look like they should work, but they probably do. Super tech or magic or something. "In the sky. If you didn't see," they add, guessing he crashed through the roof, just that he's sort of in the way of any holes they can see.
but CONSISTENCY
Date: 2018-04-26 09:33 am (UTC)"Of... course." That's the only response that warrants, anyway. "Well, aren't you the helpful tour guide. You will take me to the-" bridge? Command deck? All wrong. "...Outside. Show me outside." Starscream folds his claws at his back and stands up taller.
He's obviously got nothing to fear here. This human isn't even one of the cunning little brats that hangs around with the Autobots, so it seems unlikely there's anyone nearby who poses a threat.
Things Starscream hasn't noticed (yet): the castle reshaping itself to fit him, the fact his T-cog has suddenly stopped functioning, and the bird still hanging out on his antenna. No doubt all three will cause varying degrees of surprise later.
WHO CARE do what's comfortable
Date: 2018-04-26 09:53 am (UTC)Outside of the initial screeching and wrecking of the giant tree (which might've been an accident), he's being pretty okay for someone new so far. And they've got a weakness for red eyes. More specifically, people being nasty to anyone who has them. So, despite the hugeness and the claws and the...maybe-a-missile wait what the hell okay maybe that's a little worrying--he's not seen as a particularly high threat. Not to Frisk, anyway.
There's time to keep an eye and explain things. So with a nod and a toothy (fangy) grin, they start heading back the way they came and wave at him to follow.
"Outside! Gardens or Edge?"
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Date: 2018-05-23 02:25 pm (UTC)"Take me to this... edge."
Maybe it's the kind of edge he can take a leap off of and fly out of this ridiculous place. He has a lot of things to do, like track down who brought him here and give them an aloof cold shoulder by ignoring them completely. And then there's the matter of Megatron. Yes, he'll be very busy figuring out what, by the Allspark, he is supposed to do with himself now.
Edge sounds much more interesting than a garden, anyway.
"...And move faster."
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Date: 2018-05-27 06:38 am (UTC)"Sorry. You're too tall."
Barely tilting their head, Frisk can see his shape over their shoulder. Those wing-things jut out pretty far--far enough they should scrape the edges of the doorway, and the hallway, but they don't. That's...neat. And sort of unsettling. Makes them a tiny bit dizzy.
Anyway. Wing-things that aren't being used, and this robot obviously fell in the bird tower. It feels like an easy puzzle. "You hurt anything?"
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Date: 2018-05-28 05:45 pm (UTC)...He finds himself flagging his wings down slightly, testing his ailerons, sending a couple of queries here and there. All green - at least, as green as it ever gets. He's not the most smoothly-running giant robot in the universe.
"No," he says sharply, even though something does feel wrong and he can't quite put his finger on it.
Then the question re-registers. He double-takes and stares down at Frisk, deeply suspicious.
"Why?" Was this a set-up? Was he supposed to be injured? Is Frisk the mastermind all along? Oh no???
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Date: 2018-05-29 04:58 am (UTC)They plant their feet over a crack in the stones and balance right on it, sticking their arms out, 'cause they can.
"You...crashed, didn't you?" Or so they assumed. Maybe the amount of foliage scattered on the bottom of the tower was the usual amount. "You screamed pretty loud," they add.
well i think theyll have the screaming in common
Date: 2018-05-03 12:14 pm (UTC)"Holy shit," he says. That sure is a robot! Big robot. Good robot. "You good?" he asks, because why not.
SORRY THIS IS LATE but yes. best shoutfriends forever
Date: 2018-05-23 02:37 pm (UTC)"What. Yes. I'm fine."
The suddenly-very-aloof act would be way more convincing if he didn't have a songbird still hanging out on his wing.
"Someone brought me here against my will. Surely not you," he says accusingly, and raises an eyebrow. "No. Too primitive... You will answer my questions, whoever you are - and then perhaps I will spare my ammunition."