Megatron (
towardspeace) wrote2014-12-13 09:42 pm
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robot hell voice test
His surroundings are unfamiliar, but as soon as Megatron takes a step he knows he's on Cybertron. He can feel it, the pull of its living spark to his own, even though the abandoned city around him is no city he can recognise. It feels right under his feet, in a way one never notices other worlds don't until one returns. It feels like home.
His optics narrow.
Not only does it look like no real Cybertronian city, it looks nothing like the revived Cybertron he remembers. More importantly, he cannot account for his presence here, and this world's uncanny comfort feels eerie and wrong on account of it.
His mouth set in a grim line, Megatron scans the immediate vicinity for some kind of hint as to what the hell has happened here, and finds nothing – nothing but a movement out of the corner of his eye.
He wouldn't categorise what he feels as fear, but, not for the first time since his trial, he wishes he were still armed, still strong. But there's no less authority or confidence in his voice on account of it as he barks, "Who goes there?"
His optics narrow.
Not only does it look like no real Cybertronian city, it looks nothing like the revived Cybertron he remembers. More importantly, he cannot account for his presence here, and this world's uncanny comfort feels eerie and wrong on account of it.
His mouth set in a grim line, Megatron scans the immediate vicinity for some kind of hint as to what the hell has happened here, and finds nothing – nothing but a movement out of the corner of his eye.
He wouldn't categorise what he feels as fear, but, not for the first time since his trial, he wishes he were still armed, still strong. But there's no less authority or confidence in his voice on account of it as he barks, "Who goes there?"
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She doesn't know what the situation here is, if he's friendly or hostile. Not like she could see a badge at first glance -- better to stay out of sight just for now. But he spots her and June knows she could run, but she wouldn't get very far. And he spoke to her, instead of just shooting at her,
so -- that's something, at least.
June figures if she's going to talk to a giant robot face to face, she's not going to show any nerves while
she's at it. She doesn't hesitate long before she comes out from around the corner of the ruined building she'd ducked behind, lifting her head to look the bot in the face. She's never met him before, but there's something...naggingly familiar about his appearance. She sees the Autobot badge on his chest, though, and then sheer relief overtakes that thought.
"June Darby. I'm a friend of the Autobots." She says it matter-of-factly -- a handy way to cover up any trace of nerves in her voice. "I don't know how I got here, I just...got here. Is this -- Cybertron?"
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