Tag: asksmokescreen

megy stick myour legy up really far

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

There is no possible reason you could give me that would convince me to do that.

Were those… compliments? Megatron’s optic ridge raised in interest. 

This was new. “I would prefer giving lessons to competitive posing. That way you might learn a thing or two.”

/Now it’s Smokescreen’s turn to give Megatron a look, optic ridges raised- There’s a string of words he never expected to hear from Megs!/

You know- that might not be a bad idea, actually. But- I don’t exactly have the instrument installed, though. I’m guessing you don’t have extra swords?

“The Nemesis is a war ship. Sword mods required too much training to be practical for mass upgrades, but we may still have a few in storage. After all, Starscream managed to find another arm despite his modifications being out-moded.” 

“Otherwise, analog swords work just as well, and those are easily forged.”

megy stick myour legy up really far

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

There is no possible reason you could give me that would convince me to do that.

Megatron retracts his sword as soon as the pun is made, accompanied by a sneer. “An instrument may go out of tune with disuse, but a skilled hand can still play it.”

/A sigh of relief once it’s gone- but his doorwings kinda droop a little once the sword’s retracted./

I guess that’s fair- you’ve been playing those instruments for so long, you’re pretty good at them! Any chance you can play a little tune with your instrument? I wouldn’t mind hearing what you can play on a- uh, sword.

/He’s trying to not look like a fanboy, here!/

Were those… compliments? Megatron’s optic ridge raised in interest. 

This was new. “I would prefer giving lessons to competitive posing. That way you might learn a thing or two.”

megy stick myour legy up really far

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

There is no possible reason you could give me that would convince me to do that.

“Well, yeah, but it’s definitely part of–”

Smokescreen’s pausing when there’s a sword right in his face, half expecting Megatron to slice him in two- he’s grateful he’s still in one piece, but Primus.

“Okay, I see your point- figuratively and literally. You don’t gotta wave that around, Megatron.”

As terrifying as it is, Smokescreen’s got this thought in the back of his head that’s just thinking about how cool that was. Like- that self control! And the spin! He really needs to get a sword himself, so he can imitate that…

Megatron retracts his sword as soon as the pun is made, accompanied by a sneer. “An instrument may go out of tune with disuse, but a skilled hand can still play it.”

megy stick myour legy up really far

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

There is no possible reason you could give me that would convince me to do that.

It hasn’t? What’s the last time you’ve even fought, Legs? I bet you’re not showing right now ‘cause that’s as far as your legs go.

/Might be getting on the ground just to continue to show off his own flexibility- trying to encourage Megatron to to the same? Who knows./

He wants to bite back with ‘I fought well enough to defeat your Prime’ but the words catch in his throat. He’s not sure why he can’t say it.

“There is more to battle than flexibility.” After a moment’s pause, the warlord spins towards Smokescreen, releasing his sword and bringing it down to stop just before it slices through the cadet’s faceplate. “Only a fool assumes I have lost my touch.”

megy stick myour legy up really far

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

There is no possible reason you could give me that would convince me to do that.

You’d be surprised.

But I will not pose for petty competition.

You won’t, or you can’t? I bet you’re just getting too old to do— to do this!

/Standing on one leg, holding the other leg up and close to him./

My age has not degraded me to the point of inflexibility. I would not be able to fight, otherwise.

*He still stands upright, rolling his optics rather than aggravating his leg just to prove a point.

RUDE MEGS. I CAN’T HELP BEING SHORT. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO GET IN THAT THRONE? >:C

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

You can’t help being that size. You can however help offering yourself up for comparison by breaking into my throne room.

Hey- you haven’t even seen half of what I do on that throne when you’re not looking!

You break into my throne room and make a fool of yourself on Soundwave’s recording equipment, do you? I’ll have to ask him for the rest of the footage.

puppertron puppertron do you know how to fetch

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

At the word “fetch”, the massive Cybertronian canine at his side raises its head, interest peaked.

“You can go and fetch things yourself, Smokescreen.”

“Come onnnn. You gotta catch it in your mouth, Megs! And bring it to me! I bet you can’t do it. Your mouth’s too small.”

Smokescreen’s first excited at the canine giving him the toy, wings drooping as he notices the limp.

“Wait- is he okay? Why’s he limping?”

Smokescreen’s petting whatever he can reach, examining the legs.

The dog’s left middle leg has been damaged, the injury an old one. It’s been walking on the tip of its paw instead of the pad, but luckily, it had many other legs to spare.

“You will not goad me into putting anything into my mouth. The injury seems to have healed wrong long ago, but otherwise he is surprisingly healthy. It must have been down in the mines for millions of years on its own.” It sniffs Smokescreen curiously for all the petting, unused to so much contact.