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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2018 2:48:58 GMT
Characters: @lightspeed, Hypnos Location: Lightspeed's Private Engineering Lab Content Warnings: Minor Cussing Plot Summary: Hypnos, wandering around the Nemesis, comes upon the Lab of Lightspeed.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2018 3:05:33 GMT
Drifting through her labwork, the tips of her finger digits fumbling over the data pads and through her notes. She wasn't exactly in a good mood, the perfectionist femme had been at work constantly ever since she'd returned from yet another long absence. She ran her glossa over her painted red lips, her golden optics spearheading the information she'd been looking for. With a few quick gestures, she highlighted it. Slipping her servo underneath the data pad, she carried it over to her workstation where she set it standing up so that she could read as she worked. Lightspeed began busily buzzing away, sketching and designing her next invention. She frowned, furrowing her brow and biting her inner cheek as she puzzled herself, then scrapped the design and began to work on another. As the doors of her laboratory slid open, she nearly jumped, as the sound startled her after the long period of silence and peace. She whipped around, greeted by an interesting sight. A femme, or at least from what she could tell; with one single optic. She didn't really seem to have much of a face either. This intrigued Lightspeed, tilting her helm, she took a step forward toward the other femme. "May I be of any assistance?"Hypnos
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Hypnos
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Post by Hypnos on Apr 7, 2018 4:18:49 GMT
Before Hypnos had the chance to say anything, a head popped out from behind her legs.
"Hello!" Playback greeted. Always the extrovert, he couldn't let anybody else get the first hello in; it was simply against his better nature. He took a few steps forward, seemingly in awe of Lightspeed, "Yeah, do you make any... minicon-sized weapons? About yay-big, can fit on a wrist... or on an arm?" His cheerful act was cut short as one of Hypnos' golden claws lightly clamped down on his head, prompting him to stop. Playback was slowly ferried back to his boss's side, quietly.
Hypnos's one blue eye regarded Lightspeed slowly, not to mention it was rather expressive for the byproduct of an empurata procedure. It narrowed as if to mimic a sneer without eyebrows, or a mouth. The Decepticon stretched her neck forward, like a bird of prey surveying it's next meal. Once the non-verbal greeting was out of the way, Hypnos moved on to the verbal section.
Her voice, when compared to the rest of her appearance, was far more menacing in an almost indescribably haunting sense. It was soft, but not sweet. It carried with it a hard edge, like a vocal aftertaste. It sounded like listening to a lullaby from behind a curtain, not knowing where the speaker was or what they were doing. On top of all of that, it sounded chopped, mechanical, and not at all like a Cybertronian should sound like to begin with.
"Oh, I apologize. This used to be where they stored surplus. I'm not going to follow through with the predictable 'Are you surplus' comment, because I'm not that predictable."
"She means hello!" Playback called out. "Lovely lab you've got here, doesn't look like a surplus storage bay!" he continued, sounding much more genuine than Hypnos.
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