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towardspeace) wrote2014-12-13 09:42 pm
towardspeace) wrote2014-12-13 09:42 pm
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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