[intro] it is time for a large, screaming distraction

[heelstruts]

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?"

Comments

you don't have to stick 2 prose if you'd rather not tbh :V

[dustless]

They sort of twitch, but a giant robot wouldn't be the worst way to go out, but it'd be bad to get people mad at him already.

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

[heelstruts]

Starscream rolls his eyes indignantly, as if he already knew this, and gives a subtle glance around. It may be unfamiliar in that it's made of materials you don't find in Cybertronian engineering, but he recognises architecture meant to impress when he sees it. Castle, then. But in the sky? Warships hang in the sky. Castles... Perhaps there's some kind of engine, somewhere, but he doesn't feel any vibrations.

"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

[dustless]

"Yeah, am," they agree easily, pretending the sarcasm flew over their head. Like that bird over his. If this robot had hair, it'd look sort of like a cute feathery hair pin.

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?"

[heelstruts]

Oh, that's a good question. Starscream ponders this for a moment, frowning. Then he gives a short hm, lets Frisk get a little bit further away, and strides slowly after them. (Why did he think following a creature this small was a good thing to suggest?)

"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."

[dustless]

They don't move faster. For one, it would make them cough. For another, while they can tolerate rudeness, they don't see the need to right yet. The Edge is where it is, and they'll make it eventually. Not like he can't run off if he wants, and they can just find him again later.

"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?"

[heelstruts]

Starscream makes a displeased noise at their response. He's not too tall. They're too small. Little tiny humans did not come first!

...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???

[dustless]

Kinda looks like he's a giant butterfly. Or a fairy, complete with magic animal-summoning powers. Frisk looks forward quickly before their grin shows too obviously.

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.